#his pinkies long but w/e

[isofile]

looking through some old art, and look @ this scribble of inumaru!!!!!

[saltydoesstuff]

Love bites (Raph, Donnie, Leo, Mikey x Reader HCS)

((All characters are depicted as 18+ unless stated otherwise)) I FINALLY got this done! This has been in my drafts for a w h i l e and I'm so glad to be able to share it! technically suggestive??, biting, jealousy, love bites/marks, cuddling ------------------------------------------------ Raph: - He is an alligator snapping turtle, biting is what his species is known for! - He has chew toys hidden around his room so he can have something to bite into whenever he gets the urge, or when he gets frustrated so he doesn't grind his teeth together fighting the urge to bite. He has a very strong bite force and he doesn't want to hurt anyone. - But with you, as soon as you gave the okay for him to bite you he was a little hesitant. You wanted him to bite you? You were okay with it? He could take out your whole shoulder if he really wanted to! - It'd take a little for him to get used to the fact that you were okay with being bitten, but soon he is more than happy to do so. Biting is one of his love languages, and to be able to do it to you without worry of you getting upset really soothed him. - He is extra careful when biting you, starting off with gentle nips and nibbles along your shoulders when you two are cuddling in his room. Every time he thinks he may have gotten a bit hard on a particular nip he will kiss the spot and ask if you are alright, looking at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes. - The only time he would be less gentle in his biting is if he's jealous. Raph is not one to get jealous super easily, nor let it show. He trusts you completely, but sometimes when the person trying to hit on you is just not getting the hint that you are not only not interested but taken- he could only feel the steam coming from his nostrils as he huffs and glared at the person. Afterwards, when you are both are alone- Raph will suddenly pull you by the waist back into his plastron, he head leaning down and snout nuzzled against the side of your neck. "Uh.. Raph?" You ask, glancing at him through the corner of your eye, "Are you okay big guy?" There's a brief moment of hesitation, before there is a sharp pain searing into the spot between your neck and shoulder; making you inhale sharply and wince. - Yeah.. you needed a bit of bandages after that. His teeth had broken skin and had you bleeding. The poor guy felt so bad, apologizing frantically as he patched you up. You had to constantly reassure him that was alright, despite his many protests that no it was not alright. He clung onto you for the rest of the night, mumbling apologies and kissing the bandages every chance he could. - Yet despite his immense guilt for hurting you, he couldn't help the sense of pride he got whenever he saw the mark once the bandages came off. It was a physical sign that you were his, and now everyone could see it. - And if you ever bite back? Oh you will have a very flustered and smitten turtle on your hands. Donnie: - He isn't much of a biter. At least.. at first. - Donnie has a bit of difficulty showing physical affection at times, even more so verbally expressing it. Which is why his main go to of showing love is gift giving. - When you both started dating, there was a long adjustment period of getting comfortable with getting physically affectionate past platonic gestures. It started small, linking each other's pinkies together when you thought no one was paying attention and holding hands when you slept together in place of cuddling. Times in the morning where a very sleepy soft shell will come up beside you as you prepared coffee for you both and gently bunt his head against yours as a greeting as he picked up his mug and headed towards his lab.

- It had progressed steadily and soon you often found yourself being the stress toy for your purple clad lover. He had found it actually much easier to work while you were on his lap, so that's where you stayed most of the time when he had projects to work on but also wanted to spend time with you. You would face him, your legs wrapped loosely around his waist and arms hugging his middle as he had his head rested on your shoulder to peer down at whatever he was tinkering with that day. His claws would gently run up and down your spine in a mindless manner, and when he got frustrated his hands would come up to your love handles and squeeze while he tried to find a work around. - One of these times, he had gotten a bit too frustrated. He had been working on a new upgrade for Shelldon, but nothing he did seemed to turn out the way he wanted. You were half asleep on his lap at this point, having been there quite a while at this rate. That's when you felt his teeth sink into the flesh of your shoulder. - He didn't break skin, but his canines dug into your shoulder just enough to leave a little bruising mark. The feeling was enough to make you jolt slightly with a little yelp, startling Donnie in turn. - He pulled away and looked at you quizzically, not seeming to grasp what exactly had happened at first. Then he takes notice of the mark forming on your shoulder and the man short circuits. - Is quick to apologize and offer to get you an icepack to help the bruising through his own flustered state, stammering and tripping over his words. Yet, his grip is firm- keeping you in place on his lap, like he was afraid you would try to get off after he bit you. - He had chalked it up to simply being apart of his more animalistic instincts, a side he is normally the best at repressing compared to his brothers (at least he tells himself that). Still, he tries to take precautions to avoid making the same error. Unless you encourage the behavior, then he is more lenient towards allowing the action to repeat. Just more gently from now on. - His bites are rare, but when they do come they are gentle and almost teasing depending on the situation. His favorite places to nibble is along your collarbone and sometimes the lobe of your ear. - The only time he will deliberately leave lasting marks is out of jealousy, and as we all know the soft shell is very quick to get jealous. Expect to be covered in marks for the next two weeks.

Leo: - Leo would actually be revealed to be a bit of a biter early on in the relationship, a split moment while you both were play wrestling that he had turned his head suddenly and sunk his teeth into the skin of your wrist while you had him pinned. It had caught you off guard, long enough for the slider to get the advantage and over power you. The next second you found yourself on your back with a very smug turtle straddling your waist. - It didn't seem to click for him at first just what he had done, only as he opened his mouth to tease did he notice the flabbergasted expression on your face did it sink in that he had actually bit you. - His eyes darted from the faint mark forming on your wrist to your face a couple times, looking equally as shocked- only his face definitely felt ten times warmer. - He would try to play it off at first, saying that you two never agreed not to bite, so it was still fair game. "All is fair in love and war, mi vida.~" - The biting would not happen again for a while after that, and Leo would get slightly embarrassed every time you try to bring it up in a teasing manner. Bringing it up in a playful tone that you wouldn't mind being bitten, this only served to make the slider more flustered. - Next time he bites you however, is during a sleepover at your apartment. You both had decided to have a cozy night in, cuddled up on your bed and watching movies through whatever streaming services you have. - You were staring blankly at the screen, trying to fight the effect that gravity was having on your eye lids. Leo was behind you, holding you against his plastron- his snout nuzzled into the crook between your neck and shoulder. You could feel his soft breathing against your skin; not quite enough to lead you to believe that he was asleep, but still gentle. - Slowly, his snout trailed upwards- grazing the corner of your jaw as he moved. You didn't think much of it, assuming he may be simply adjusting slightly to get in a more comfortable position- that was until you felt the tips of his canines catch onto the lobe of your ear, tugging and biting gently. - The squeal that left your mouth is still something Leo laughs about to this day. Your flustered and embarrassed reaction to such an innocent test was hilarious, or so he would say. You would heavily beg to differ on multiple of those points. - Once establishing your comfort with his biting, Leo will bite regularly. Not nearly as much as Raph or Mikey per say, but close. More often than not it's more just to get a reaction out of you, he just loves how red your face gets to the simple actions. Other times to have a physical marker that you were his, even if the bites were only in places that he could see. The action still mattered. Oh don't worry, he would never bite you in public. Only behind closed doors when you both are alone. - If he ever bit you out of jealousy, much like Donnie those marks would be e v e r y w h e r e- and not going away anytime soon. He trusts you completely, but apparently other people won't take the hint that you were his unless they saw you covered in his marks. He takes satisfaction in their reactions and defeat. Only he was your champion, no one else.

Mikey: - Biting is also what Box turtles are known for! It's a form of a courting/mating gesture for his species. - I'd say he'd bite you early on into the relationship in the form of soft nibbles, more playful than anything. Say he has you in his arms and he buried his snout into the crook of your neck, he'll gently nibble at your flesh in-between kisses to fluster you. He thinks your adorable flustered! - It's hard to say if he would ever say why he bites you. He would only answer if you asked him directly about it, as to then he would sheepishly admit what it means to him. If you're uncomfortable with it he will gladly stop though! - If you encourage the behavior however, or even go as far as to bite him back at some point? Oh, he just fell even harder! - His favorite spots are your shoulders, thighs and the tips of your ears, you make the cutest squeaks when his canines nip at your earlobe and he just can't get enough! - His bites will become more frequent during cuddle sessions or play fighting to gain the upper hand, you can't tell me this man would not use tricks to catch you off guard- - Despite it all however, he would be rather gentle with his bites. He knows his teeth are sharp, and he doesn't want to accidentally hurt you. But from time to time he will get a bit rougher and leave marks. He will make sure to apologize if it starts bleeding, immediately offering to patch it up. He isn't as panicked as Raph is, but still worries. - Jealousy is a whole different matter. Mikey trusts you, he really does! But those flirting with you just don't seem to understand that you are taken sometimes.. perhaps a few lasting marks will fix that! - This sneaky bastard will make sure some of his bites are hard to cover up, wanting people to see them. To see who you belong to. - But overall he is very sweet and caring with his affections towards you, no matter what form they take.

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Somno w Stepbro!Ethan (previously established consent ofc) 🤭

I love writing stepbro Ethan it’s so fun 🤭 this can fit into the plot of Ultraviolence I guess, but it doesn’t have to !!

Warning: stepcest (stepbrother x stepsister), somnophilia, cnc, dubcon, reader is of age, slight sir kink, oral (f receiving), p n v, dom! Ethan being crazy in love, sub! Reader, praise, spit kink

Ethan doesn’t have a lot of patience.

That’s something one should know about the boy, something that’s important. Because it explains perfectly why he’s sneaking out of his room to see you at approximately 2:34 a.m, hair messy, pajama pants low at his hips, as he tries not to wake both of your parents up.

Okay, so that sounds fucked up. But he’s not prone to being scared of taboos, either. And besides, it’s not like you and him are blood; your parents had just decided to marry each other, that’s all.

And, honestly, you’re just too pretty to resist.

He grins when he sees that your door is unlocked. You follow directions so well.

Your window is open, letting in a warm summer breeze. He smiles at your pink wallpaper and Sanrio posters all over the wall.

You’re underneath your floral sheets, chest moving up and down with small, soft breaths. You’re naked, just as Ethan asked you to be.

You’re so precious, so angelic. Ethan’s pretty baby.

He moves over to you, and slowly approaches your nude form on the bed. He watches your tits bounce slightly as he makes a dip in the bed, and then runs his fingers over your neck and chest. Your skin is so soft and supple, and it makes the boy’s cock get hard. He slowly pulls your blanket off of you to gently spread your legs, revealing your swollen pussy. You must’ve touched yourself before you went to bed.

“God..” his voice is quiet, and he’s in awe. “my perfect fuckin’ girl.”

He runs his pinky through your folds, gathering your wetness. He chuckles when he finds that your cum has gathered on his finger. It seems that you had came a lot, maybe even fell asleep right after one of your orgasms.

You squirm sleepily when the tip of Ethan’s pinky makes its way into your hole, and he spits down on your cunt. He lowers his head down and begins to lick his saliva back up, making sure to rub his tongue over your clit. You moan, tired brain confused. Ethan begins to eat you out like you’re his last meal, moaning at your delicious taste. He shoves his ring finger inside your tight canal, beginning to finger fuck your tight pussy.

You begin to stir, tiny sounds escaping you as your brain tries to gather the pleasure you’re experiencing.

“Mmh…” you whine, eyes beginning to flutter open, and you look down in confusion at the stimulation on your dripping cunt. “Eth?”

His thumb rubs circles onto your thigh. Your juices coat his chin, and his pretty brown eyes soften when he looks up at you.

“Yeah, baby.”

You smile, happy that he finally decided to visit your room after 3 nights of waiting (not a long time for most people, but you were just so impatient).

You giggle and make a desperate sound at the same time when he rubs your clit again. “Mmmm… feels good, E. Feels so so good.”

“I know, angel.” He lifts himself up, places a kiss on your lips, and begins to take out his aching cock.

“Gonna fuck you now. Okay?”

You nod, a sleepy smile on your face. He pushes his cock inside you, and you whine at the stretch as he begins to fuck you hard and deep. Your pussy lips are spread out, his cock so big that your hole almost can’t take it. It’s always like that, but you always let him stick it inside. He just fucks you so good, rubs your clit just right, you can’t resist.

He grits his teeth when he sees you practically drooling, small mouth open and just begging to be filled with something.

His thumb goes up to your mouth, and he pulls down your bottom lip.

“Cmon, baby, open up.”

You obey, and his warm spit lands on your tongue. You swallow it greedily, and take the pad of his thumb into your mouth, drooling all over the digit. Your teeth bite down on it, and Ethan groans at the pain, feeling his cock throb.

His thumb falls out of your mouth when he thrusts so hard into you that you can feel his cock hitting your cervix. You grab onto his shoulders, head in his neck, as you begin to cry from being so overwhelmed from it all. You just woke up, after all.

Ethan notices and pouts.

“No, no, sweet girl. Don’t cry. ‘S okay, baby.” He coos. “Just relax. Your big brother’s got you.”

His breath is heavy, his arms shaky. It’s hard for him to not pound you so hard that the entire house hears, with the way you’re clenching down on him right now.

You nod, sniffling.

“Yes sir.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead.

“There’s my good little girl. Gonna fuck you back to sleep, sweetheart. Yeah, just hold onto me. Just like that.. ”

[cu7ie]

souya smiles.

⠀⠀⠀  ˊᯅˋ   does he know that my destiny lies with him?

cw; large insertions + extra prep, sexual exhaustion, reader w/vag + no pronouns. lovey dovey shit they like eachother what do u want from me.

The only time Souya can stand to have a smile on his lips is when his hands are on your hips and he's lowering you onto his cock. 

And even then, the expression is gradual, as your pussy opens so nicely for him, squeezing down on his sensitive flesh. His hand feels along your stomach for the bump his dick leaves behind as he makes a few tentative thrusts, making you whine atop him. He's not one for teasing, but you're so easy to fluster,

Easy to get a reaction out of.

"Souya - don't go so slow. You're t e a s i n g me." The word lingers on your lips, your lower lip trembling like you're gonna try to convince him with those crocodile tears that you can handle him going any faster than this. You two don't usually have sex for long - you can talk the talk but you can't walk the walk, (Souya fucks you like a man possessed, like he might lose a part of himself if he can't wring an orgasm out of you,) and more often than not, Souya's raring to go long after you've tapped out.

"You say the same thing every time. And then when I really put my all in it, you start whining, —"

"No I do not!"

Souya's voice goes up in pitch, mocking you.

 " 'It feels like you're tearing me apart, Souya,' " Your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you recall that moment with striking clarity, slapping him sharplu on his chest.

 “Hey, fuck you! I only said that one time!” You’re surprised he even remembered at all.

       ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꈍᴗꈍ  

You guys saw each other less after he launched his restaurant abroad. You stayed in and out of touch, remained dedicated to your studies while supporting Souya's dream overseas. 

One day, he came back to Japan on a surprise visit.

Riding your bike back home from your job, you nearly crash into him with it. You're so excited to see him that you start flapping your hands and stuttering and have a little trouble looking him in the eye still,

  But you're just like how he remembers you. Perfect and a little awkward and your hands still shake a little just like they did in mid school,

And the look in your eyes is all consuming, adoring, affectionate. His stomach flutters and the corners of his lips twitch, his face resembling a deer caught in headlights as you toss your bike aside and wriggle your smaller arms under his and hug his torso for all you’re worth. His afro has been pulled back into the cutest little ponytail, but you have to admit there’s something about seeing the stark blue mass of curls that makes you want to twirl your hair and drag your feet. He’s still as handsome as you remembered, though. Still frowning so grumpily.

"Souya! It's .. it's been so long." You're small in his arms, the tender embrace lasting for a bit too long because you’re trying to fit all the love you can muster in it, 

And really he’s just tired from the flight, so while you’re verbally fantasizing about all these plans, fun things for you two to get up to while he’s here, he’s remembering how soft your mattress used to be, the smell of you on the pillows…

His mind flashes in and out of the memories of the little things. Your eyes crinkling in the corners when you’re giving him your real deal smiles, how you squeeze his hand in yours just to remember ‘what he feels like’.  Feeling a little bad he’s been gone for so long. But you make his heart feel like it never left. 

You walk him up to your apartment, chatting calmly and holding his pinky in yours and by the time he’s actually in your house, you’re pulling him to your bedroom and 

Help him take his clothes off. Maybe he’s more jetlagged than he thought, because he’s just admiring the peace in your expression as you help him with something he ought to do himself. But you’re so eager to see him in a way that feels wholly unexpected. Then again, it’s you. As long as he can remember, you’ve always been happy to see him. You take off his stuffy button up and toss him a shirt he hasn’t seen in years.

It's a band tee that has a faded graphic of the Deftones on it. Despite it looking well loved, there's lint and some dust he has to shake off of it.

“I.. wore this in back in highschool. ” “M’yeah, you left it here way back. I was.. Holding onto it. For you.” You smile so cutely he doesn’t even care if that's not true. He slips it over his head and falls back onto the pillow, you worm your way into his arms and let him hold you. Feel you for the first time in years.

And he doesn’t like feeling like a pervert, but,

How can you blame him? You look at him so dreamily, on the verge of a good nap, trying to blink the sleep out of your eyes so you can commit this image of him to memory (as if he'd risk disappearing on your again).He can feel you staring at him, feels you crawling further along his chest, and his hand naturally falls to your back, slides down along your spine..

And he can feel himself grow hard as he feels your nipples, solid as diamond, poke at him from under your thin lounge shirt.

“.. souya.” He cracks his eyelids open, just enough to see you pressing up against his chest, your skin softer than his; warm and inviting.

“..can I kiss you?” He doesn’t even stop to think about it; not a word is uttered in that moment, he cups his hands and hoists you up so you’re properly laying atop him. He was dreaming of sheep not even a second ago, but now your perky little butt is rubbing against his hard cock, the kisses you pepper onto his face pulling him in deeper, and deeper,

He just wanted to take a nap. You do a good job at convincing him otherwise.

Newfound energy surges into him as you gyrate your hips just so, his clothed cock sliding along the fat plush of your ass, and he knows you know what you’re doing, eyes feigning innocence as your hands rub down his musculature, the contours of his stomach; you’re filled with so much raw affection that you suddenly become wild in your movement, something he hasn’t seen in a while taking you over. Your breathing is hot and heavy; his as well, and as you part yourself from the final kiss, a  thin strand of saliva connecting your lips with him, you bury your nose into the crook of his neck.

Souya is blazing hot now. You don’t move from that position and he physically can’t handle the way you rile him up, his fingers twitching and his knee jumping and he just has to touch you, hands brazenly gripping the weight of your ass and the curve of your hip; you groan into the flesh on his neck, your hands coming up to wrap around his shoulders with a profound eagerness. You’ve gotten him flustered, and he’s trying to pull your sleep shorts off your butt with this look on his face like he might cry if he can’t get his cookie, his breathing uneven in your ear.

“I missed you so much.” “.. missed you too.” You rescind from his neck and allow the softness of his face to fall into your palms, your heart bumping in your chest loud enough for you to hear. “Mh. I wanna fuck you. So bad,” You grind your hips into his and he groans at you, his skin flushing red as he pokes a finger beneath the elastic of your underwear. 

“Then help me get these shorts off. I really don’t want to tear them, they’re cute on you.” You’re smiling because you know Souya isn’t one for jokes, raising your ass with a shake of your hips, leaning forward into a kiss as you slide your shorts down to your knees, wriggling them down your leg and kicking them off to the side.

“How long has it been since you’ve been in Japan, Souya?” You say as you pull away from the kiss; making Souya cock his head and whine a little. He starts making hickies along your collarbone, answering in between sucks and breaths.

“ A year .. n’ maybe four months.” He rumbles low in his throat as his balls seize up, the anticipation of sex making him moody and a little impatient. He grabs your wrists and flips you over on the bed, earning a cute giggle and gasp as he hooks his hands around the back of your knees, hoisting your hips up into the air with newfound vigor and ease,

Slow-cooking in your scent, inundating himself in your heat, your wet cunt is gushing; a sopping spot on your underwear as he tugs it off with his teeth. “Someone’s really eager.” You try not to let your voice waver, but he sees through your facade; nibbles on your thigh just to hear you moan, trying to correct your mistake by clapping your hand over your mouth softly.

“It’s been so long since I’ve heard you moan for me.” He pushes your thighs apart until he can see your quivering folds and puffy little clit; burying his head into your muff without waiting for a reply. His tongue is hot and quick and knows you so well. It travels up your labia with long unabashed licks, reaching your clit; then he doubles down, suckling on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your pussy is soaked and it never did take you too long to cum when he goes down on you, your hands gripping the streets for purchase as you groan out his name.

“Sou…ya, Oh fuck - Souya. Souya!” 

His name falls from your lips like a chant as he angles your legs higher to get deeper into your snatch, his grip wrought iron and his desire evident. You’ve covered his nose, lips and chin in your wetness, the bashful yet cheeky grin you fix him with making his heart flutter like nothing else. In an instant he’s possessed by this intensity and fervor, forcing your knees further up and to your chest with one hand and trying to fix his dick out of his sweats with the other; but you frantically wave your hands then, dragging him out his pussy drunk stupor. 

“Y’gotta.. gotta use your fingers first.” You pant, air having left your lungs. You wipe the sweat from your forehead (sweating already, it really has been a while, huh?) feeling a bit sheepish having to explain. “I won’t be able to take it if you don’t stretch me out first, it’s been .. wayyy too long ..” Souya snorts as you spread your folded legs, plunging in a finger without ceremony and feeling a little surprised when he hears you squeak. You seem embarrassed but amused by yourself, looking directly at the place where his finger dips into your warm core and your toes curling at the sound of the squelch.

“..you’re too cute.” Souya doesn’t have the thickest fingers, so one in and out works well for you. He gets to two and he hears you mewl, your tiny pussy still soaked but taking him in with less ease than before. Your walls clamp down around his digits like you plan to trap him there. You’re breathing hard and your fingers frustratedly grasp air and squeeze wind, this profound heat in your body,

Cooking you slowly from the inside, his fingers move faster and you’re whining and moaning, little “Ah, ah, ah’s!” as Souya pumps in with reckless abandon. You’re trying not to cum again, but you really can’t help it, your moans crescendoing, your chest rising and falling in time with each pump; then he adds another finger. Your back arches and you rise off the bed as you squirt around his fingers, (you got some onto his forearm, makes his eyebrows shoot up.) And you look so peaceful on the pillows, tuckered out already apparently. Souya gripes, and your lidded eyes flutter open. He shakes your knees and your legs fall open without resistance, your hands gripped by the wrists and pinned above your head as his other hand works even faster to whip his dick out; his tip drooling and sticky with precum as the head of his cock kisses the lips of your pussy. His shoulders shudder as his breathing becomes heavy, his hard gaze harrowing in on you as he speaks slowly, pressure building as the tip of him pushes in. “I don’t want to break you.” His lower lip trembles, the gentle sincerity in his voice understudied by a certain kind of grit, rough like sandpaper. His eyes narrow at you, the grip around your wrist tightening. “But I think I will.” 

“I’d say I’m sorry,” His hips are moving forward, and the girth of his cock (stretches you out just like how you remembered) making your eyes cross and your lips part in silence. “But I .. really don’t like lying to you.” He pushes in and the stretch stings in a sinfully good way; your pretty little pussy getting split open by thick pipe; Souya’s balls slapping gently against your ass as he eases into you at a regular pace.

“I - I swear, you’re gonna tear me apart with that fuuuh-cking thing.” Your thighs quiver and your voice feels unsure.

"One.. of these days … oooh fuck."

It still feels too fast. You clamp around his dick like you’re the one trying to break him; your arms wriggling as you tug on them, trying to dislodge them from beneath Souya’s hands. He has a look of utter bliss overlaid onto his usually frowny expression. His eyes flutter closed, savoring the feeling of your wet walls slicking up his cock, 

while you’re cursing, blood rushing to your cheeks as your leg shake and your skin is alight,

“Holy - fuck! Fuck! F-fuck you, Souya; jesus fucking christ-”  Souya looks amused by you, his polite smile looking down right dastardly. 

“Don’t look at me like that, asshole!” You whine, but don’t put up a real fight. Your moans escape your body in time with his thrusts and it feels really embarrassing. You feel like you sound like a whore, moaning his name to the sky; forgetting the whole world behind you. You'll be surprised if you go out and the neighbor's aren't looking at you funny. Souya is electric, like a nasty jolt that sends a shock of pleasure and pain so deep into you that it transcends touch and does something to your brain itself. 

You’re drooling on your favorite pillow and squealing and whining and (begging for it begging faster faster, when you know you can’t handle it) overwhelming sensations have taken you over completely. Your heels dig into Souya’s back and he feels encouraged to thrust even harder, lean forward and slobber all over the fat of your chest trying to get one of those beady nipples into his mouth.

Souya’s cock is a bully, pounding your sweet cunt into utter submission when your body can do nothing else but twitch and listen to the sound of sloppy sex, hands grabbing at air as he keeps your arms up and out of the way. He looks overcome too, a haze blanketing over him as he fucks you so good the tip of his dick kisses your cervix and all you can see is stars, 

And then that coiling spring inside your guts releases all its tension as you utterly cream yourself on his dick. But he’s still going. Still fascinated by how tiny you feel compared to him, this dominance he’s exercising over you, a cock drunk little fairy, taking a primal pleasure in how fucked out your face looks. 

(He can even see the little bump on your tummy where his cock is. Rubbing his hand over it makes you whimper, but maybe you’re just feeling a little sensitive,) though you’re still soaking wet, it’s clear you’re on your last leg. You're crying from ecstasy, your cunt unwilling to be stretched so far; you’re much tighter than you were before on account of your exhaustion alone. “Souya-” You attempt a whine before you’re silenced with a kiss. You can feel him smiling against your bottom lip, giving another - harder - thrust- 

Then,

His hips stutter. He feels his balls tighten and it’s only then his hands drop to your hips to pull you as far onto his cock as he can. It’s like you’re boneless in his arms, your skin all tingly and raw and,

He’s fucking his load into you. Your hands clutch onto his shoulders to prevent your skull from slamming against the headboard, feeling him feel you up, up, and up. 

"love you.. really love you.."

There’s so much that it spills onto your sheets. 

You feel so full that you can’t stop babbling, gasping and your thighs are shaking, stilled only when Souya gently pulls your legs apart and slides his cock out of you, leaving you full of cum; yet devastatingly empty.

When Souya sighs, you can feel the stress leave him, the frenzied ogre is no more, and he collapses beside you; just as sweet as he came. He seems a little apologetic, a little bashful as he tucks his arms around your waist and tugs you toward him.

“I really did miss you.” Your head is still floaty, but you’ve your wits about you enough to mutter,

“I noticed.”

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trevorzegras had my good luck charm for one of the last games! thanks for surprising me yn :)

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yourusername 250 days was way too long

colecaufield aww the dynamic duo is back together

yourusername don’t be jealous, Trevor still loves you more

colecaufield he def loves you more yn

trevorzegras I cannot confirm nor deny these things

jamie.drysdale me and yn are actually becoming best friends

yourusername this is true

trevorzegras 🤨

jamie.drysdale we bonded over the guitar

trevorzegras oh by how much you suck at it?

yourusername trevor! rude!

jamie.drysdale and now I’m crying

simon_benoit11 yay I missed her cookies!

yourusername me and Jamie just baked some!

simon_benoit11 I will be there after practice 🫡

user1 how does one just become best friends with hockey players??

yourusername be born next to one in the hospital 🤷🏼‍♀️

jackhughes get ready for the summer!

yourusername counting down the days!

yourbestfriend thank god now you can stop being so mopey

yourusername 🖕🏻

trevorzegras 😏

anaheimducks hope you enjoyed your first Ducks game!

yourusername it was awesome!

griffinzegras YN

yourusername GRIFF

griffinzegras hey :)

yourusername hi griffin 😂

trevorzegras we know you have a crush on yn but get out

griffinzegras THAT WAS MIDDLE SCHOOL

trevorzegras uh huh

yourusername don’t listen to him griff, I still love you

yourusername

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yourusername first summer @ the Hughes’! thanks so much for the invite🤘🏻🫶🏻

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_quinnhughes welcome to the party

yourusername it was so fun!

user1 I want what she has

elblue6 come back anytime!!❤️

yourusername love you mama E!!

colecaufield your golf skills >>>

yourusername I’m a pro arent I?

jackhughes gave Jim a run for his minute fs

jamie.drysdale my house next?

yourusername DUH

lhughes_06 I’m stealing you from Trevor

trevorzegras pipe down pipsqueak

yourusername deal!

trevorzegras YN!?!?!

yourusername sorry, Luke and I really bonded. we’re a package deal now

trevorzegras can’t even get away from you in the summer 🙄

jackhughes like you’re not obsessed w/ her

yourusername what he said

trevorzegras shut up both of you

user2 notice how her likes go up when she posts her famous “friends” for clout

jackhughes true we actually hate her

colecaufield she pays us fun fact

tysmith_6 who even is yn?

_alexturcotte when Cole makes the post but not me 😐

yourusername Turcs it’s not what it looks like

yourusername you’re still my favorite I swear

_alexturcotte pinky swear?

yourusername [insert pinky swear emoji]

trevorzegras you know how serious she is about her pinky swears

_alexturcotte okay I believe you

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yourusername new bestie bonding❤️

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_quinnhughes couple alert … ?

yourusername couple of besties!

lhughes_06 literally just friends

user1 I WAS THERE TOO

yourusername omg we could’ve crossed paths!

jamie.drysdale how many times are you seeing him this summer!?

yourusername once with just luke, once with just you, once with just trev, and once with that huge group of us!

trevorzegras this is what you call obsessed

yourusername shut up you love me

lhughes_06 new tradition ❤️

yourusername Luke Hughes I love you

yourbestfriend ugh I’m jealous

yourusername don’t worry, I’ll get us tickets to a show 🫡

trevorzegras no you don’t need to go to a 5th show

yourusername please 🥺

trevorzegras 😐

trevorzegras okay fine

_alexturcotte lil hughesy got himself a cougar?

yourusername I prefer sugar mama!

lhughes_06 I prefer cougar

jackhughes way to not have favorites

yourusername did I say anything about favorites?

jackhughes you just went to a concert with Luke and he’s not the favorite?

yourusername well it’s technically Ellen, but favorite Hughes brother is ofc Luke

trevorzegras hey, I miss you. that’s all

yourusername sitting across from you . . . ?

trevorzegras too far

jackhughes wow

user2 def something between yn and Trevor. I can feel it

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colecaufield everyone’s favorite besties

yourusername damn right!

_alexturcotte what about us!?

jamie.drysdale or ME!?

trevorzegras or, I don’t know, the boy you’ve known since DIAPERS??

yourusername can I not have more than one best friend?

_alexturcotte no

jamie.drysdale no

trevorzegras no

lhughes_06 I don’t see the problem with it

trevorzegras you’re the problem Luke

yourusername this is why Luke is my favorite

trevorzegras

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trevorzegras besties kiss sometimes, right???

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jackhughes NO

jackhughes IS THIS REAL!?

yourusername do you want it to be fake?

jackhughes I’m in shock

user1 I knew it

_alexturcotte if you say you saw this coming you’re lying

jamie.drysdale I saw this coming. I live with them

_alexturcotte okay you don’t count

yourusername good shock or bad shock?

_alexturcotte good for sure

elblue6 aw he’ll be good for you!

Liked by yourusername

yourusername teehee I love you 🤍

trevorzegras I love you most :)

lhughes_06 what does this mean for us?

yourusername I think you know 😔

lhughes_06 can you still be my cougar on the weekends?

trevorzegras no

yourusername I think you getting 5 out of the 7 days is a fair deal

trevorzegras you’re literally my GIRLFRIEND

colecaufield there’s a label!?

user2 sad day for teenage girls everywhere

tterry19 I think it’s time for her to meet the rest of your teammates. Just Jamie and Simon aren’t cutting it

yourusername he won’t let me! apparently I come off too strong

trevorzegras I didn’t say it like that!

yourusername your words, and I quote, were “the guys don’t get to meet you yet. you might try to be best friends with them and scare them away”

jamie.drysdale I was actually there when he said this

trevorzegras Jamie you’re supposed to be on my side

jamie.drysdale 🤷🏼‍♀️

colecaufield i knew something was fishy @ the Hughes’

yourusername what gave it away?

colecaufield “Trevor, let me help you go find pretzels you dropped in the couch”

bradytkachuk “Trevor can you help me brush my teeth”

_quinnhughes “Trevor I need someone to hold my hand while I skateboard”

yourusername no way I said the one about brushing teeth

trevorzegras you did. I vividly remember. I get secondhand embarrassment

_quinnhughes don’t make fun of her, you were just as bad. the way you looked at her made it very obvious

yourusername aww ya sap

trevorzegras 🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻

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yourusername my boy ❤️

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lhughes_06 hey that’s not me🥲

yourusername you’re my Lukey🫶🏻

lhughes_06 that seems better

jamie.drysdale thought that was our spot Trev?🤔

trevorzegras it’s not what it looks like

yourusername you don’t wanna know what’s happened on that roof

jamie.drysdale EW NO

trevorzegras MAKEOUTS JAMIE! get your head out of the gutter

yourusername I realize my mistake 🤦🏼‍♀️

anaheimducks thanks for always sharing your boy!

yourusername i 🧡 the ducks

user1 this relationship makes me happy

jackhughes same

yourusername 🥹

trevorzegras I love you so much yn

yourusername you’re the only one for me Trevor Zegras

lhughes_06 🤨

yourusername *one of the only ones for me

trevorzegras not sure I like this joke

lhughes_06 joke?

yourusername what joke?

_quinnhughes TZ’s all grown up

trevorzegras I got the girl 😎

yourusername i miss you Quinn!

_quinnhughes i miss you ynn! aren’t you coming to Hawaii w/ us??

yourusername hawaii?

jackhughes I may have forgotten to mention it to her

jackhughes hey yn will you come to Hawaii with us please!? we’d love to have you!

yourusername uh of course, but only because of Quinn.

yourusername will Luke be there?

lhughes_06 wherever you go I go, remember? package deal??

trevorzegras do I get an invite??

_quinnhughes if you keep it in your pants the whole trip

yourusername damn Quinn!

tysmith_6 you bring out the best in him

trevorzegras doesn’t she??

yourusername 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[helloaugustmoon]

·˚ ◌༘͙[nsfw alphabet] ! ˊ

this is about as steamy as I’m gonna get outside of blogging other people’s works w the most unhinged commentary imaginable so 18+ only below the cut! ♡

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

his middle name isn’t Joseph actually that’s a coverup and he’s not the King of Pop either that’s a secondary coverup bc his full name and title is Michael Aftercare Jackson, the King of Aftercare. even when he’s less experienced, taking care of you comes like you do with him breathing does to him; he’ll run you a bubble bath, light candles, form a pathway of red rote petals TO the bath, then carry you to lie you down in the hot water, and he’ll either join you or sit right beside the tub with your hand in his, his thumb caressing your knuckles. anything that’s even slightly too sore for you to reach to wash on your own, he’s doing for you with the most love in the world. you’ll have a hard time convincing this man to let you lift a finger around him in general, but after he’s rocked with you? oh. oh no. sit your pretty self down.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

as we all know, Michael is very deeply insecure, so probably won’t ever verbally admit this, but if he had to aka you denied him kisses until he answered, he’d confess he likes his eyes most, and it’s 100% because of the way you lose yourself in them.

now, getting him to admit his favourite body part of yours is entirely impossible for the polar opposite reason. someone could hold this man at gunpoint and he wouldn’t budge on this.

“Say it! Say your favourite part of her body right now, or we’ll shoot!”

“If you think I’ll objectify my girl before letting someone shoot me, you’re not only wrong, you’re stupid. Hit me with your best shot.”

this mf can and will write a love song dedicated to your pinky finger, and you want to ask him to CHOOSE?? unfathomable. literally unthinkable. if you ask him, he’ll just laugh and list every part of you, but if you insist on it, he’ll just pacing. literally doing laps around Neverland. bc he cannot answer you and now you’ve got him stressed bc on the one hand he never wants to disappoint you by not answering a question you give him but you’re an actual angel. for the love of this poor man’s sanity, do not ask him this question.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

prefers it in you and prefers the lack of mess, too. does enjoy seeing you kneeling and waiting for it, though.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

this coming from the man who tried to say his dancing wasn’t dirty? please. he’d fight tooth and nail to suggest that you sucking his fingers was a solely innocent activity. unbelievable.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

heavily era dependent, so based on that: virgin pre-otw era, and if you don’t tie him down in good time he’ll probably get curious w some high end ladies of the night, but it doesn’t take him long to realise he values an emotional connection when it comes to intimacy, so will have only had a handful of serious relationships. however, this man does learn quick.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

say it with me now: missionary! being able to look in your eyes, caress your face with his fingertips, kiss you, feel all of you against him, your legs around his waist omg the man categorically cannot and will not get enough.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

definitely can start off either super goofy or super romantic, but the longer you go for, the more romantic the moment becomes. there’ll be giggles and goofs in the midst of it all, but for the most part, he’s very sentimental about it. considers you and your body to be sacred and will worship at your altar.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

era dependent, actually. otw and thriller he’s got a lil trimmed somethin somethin, bad and dangerous he tried out shaving, then invincible he decides he can’t be bothered with the upkeep of shaving it but he keeps it trimmed and neat.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

same as G, really; intimacy is the priority.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

super shy and from an extremely religious household?? pls. otw era Michael would probably actually rather ask a girl out (and that’d take some convincing from his brothers). depending on when you meet him, you might consider actively encouraging him and he may or may not be super into the idea of you ‘teaching’ him, and then only ever being able to think of you when he does, but even that would be rare. definitely prefers you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

bro omg. where do we start.

he is the sweetest, sweetest lover, so everything he does is purely loving. there are few things he wont try for you, but in terms of what kinks he already has/discovers he’s super into with you: breeding, spanking, choking (but not hard, mainly just holding you there), having you ride his thigh; anything that involves dominating you will have him intrigued.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

mf was the most famous man on the planet and he’d rather never speak or sing again than share you intimately, in any capacity, so the location will be private and with top security. that said, he can make any location private and secure, you just say the word.

oh, a super fancy restuarant?

“No problem, baby. Security? Clear it. Yeah, kick everybody out and pay for the inconvenience.”

oh, a public movie theatre?

“Already rented the whole place, sweet thing. Every individual viewing room, in case you couldn’t decide.”

he is ready to go at a moment’s notice.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

he is ready to go at a moment’s notice x2

literally anything you do like if you smile at him he’s both the most in love he’s ever been and bricked are you surprised. but, in particular, seeing you all dolled up, especially just for him rather than some kind of official vent will have him dropping to his knees to propose and also remind you that the M in Michael stands for munch.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

slap you. spanking is a little different bc he can understand the dominance of that and in the heat of the moment, shocking you with a spank appeals to him, he loves the sounds you make, but with the abuse he suffered, he can never bring himself to slap you, your face specifically. if he ever held your jaw slightly too hard and left a mark, he’d feel physically sick until it healed. something about seeing your face with marks just absolutely kills him inside.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

this one is a bit of a wild card but I’d put good money on Michael being a hardcore munch who is actually way more shy/hesitant to receive that kind of intimacy than give it; even in otw era, he’d happily go down on you for hours on end while he remains literally fully clothed. he might be a bit nervous to begin with, but he gets the hang of things pretty quick - your body is his most favourite instrument, and he’ll master it, you can count on that.

that said, when he’s confident enough to receive, there is something about seeing you on your knees for him that gets him every time. but, overall, he prefers anything that makes you feel good.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

ever the dancer, he can match whatever pace you or the mood calls for, but he prefers a slow, sensual and deeply emotional hour of lovemaking.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

understands their functionality and convenience - stress relief, post-show bliss, spur of the moment, etc - and enjoys them for what they are, but much prefers to take his time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

will gladly try almost anything for you with very few restrictions, but won’t do anything that risks you being exposed to anyone else’s eyes; the media has been hounding him his entire life, your body is the one thing he wants to keep just for himself.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

remembering the more traditional period that Michael comes from, toys would be a little out there for him, and if you brought them up pre-Bad era he’d be like a deer in headlights who couldn’t make eye contact with you for several hours. but, when he sees what they can do upon using them on you…well, he’s no stranger to fine tuning an instrument.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

is this even a question. this man will deliberately have you side stage at his concerts just to tease you for the ENTIRE show. all those girls screaming for him? ripping his shirt mid-song? and his definitely-not-dirty dancing? PLEASE. he literally lives to tease you for his whole set, just so that he can stroll up to you when the show’s over, all sweaty and panting for breath with a shit eating grin, only to wrap his arms around your waist and act deliberately oblivious.

“Oh, hey baby! Enjoy the show?”

“You know what you did. We need to get to your dressing room, like, an hour ago.”

“An hour ago? My girl, I’d just started the show, I couldn’t possibly-“

and you cut him off by dragging him by the hand to his dressing room while he laughs.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

oh yeah. his bedroom’s a whole floor specifically for his time with you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

gets very into degrading you when he sees and hears how much you love it, but will only say things that are equally as sweet as they are filthy.

“Do you hear yourself, sweet girl?”

“Oh my love, look at the mess you’ve made.”

“Yeah? Is that it, pretty girl? Like this?”

“Oh, you like that, don’t you? So good for me, my little love.”

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

a gentleman never tells.

gold pants.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

this is another era specific one that entirely depends on which era you meet him in bc you can assume from getting used to your company, his libido reaches new heights, but for starting in each era:

otw - categorically will not initiate intimacy for like the first year of your relationship bc he’s convinced he’ll misread your body language as wishful thinking when in actual fact you’re lady-bricked 25/8 around him bc who wouldn’t be hello

thriller - a little smoother with it, a little more open to initiating things based on trusting his own instincts, a little more willing to admit that he wants you without you having to ask first.

bad - oh he’s getting it now fr. all that leather? yup. he actually gets more shy when you initiate it in this era and that’s wholly bc he gets blindsided whenever you want him enough to bring it up in conversation.

dangerous/botdf - breeding kink in full swing we havin babies out here, he wants you literally every chance he gets and he WILL make that clear. I’m talkin pressed up behind you at the kitchen counter type beat.

invincible - this entire album should tell you everything you need to know but for those of us who enjoy it being spelt out: the things he whispers in your ear to invite you somewhere more private will leave you speechless.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

considering this man’s stamina, if you last long enough to tire him out, he’ll be sleeping pretty soon after that, but usually you tap out first and that is one of the rare moments you’ll actually see Michael smug.

“All tired out, baby? My poor love. Did I do too much?”

[onmyyan]

Caspian at Christmas

T/W: Yandere shenanigans, suggestive themes, Cas being a cutie, christmas is celebrated by reader n Cas but just for the fun stuff like cute clothes n warm drinks and none of the religious trauma lmao (EDITED 12/16/22)

A/N: Not Requested,  Sum short n sweet for the kids🖤🖤🖤 I still have a tooon of requests I need to post which I'm sorry for the delay about, they are otw pinkie swear okay onto the story!

Growing up Christmas was always your favorite time of the year, from the sweater weather to the permanent smell of coco and peppermint, it all wrapped around you like a blanket, comfy and simple.

Being the hopeless romantic you were, the cheesy things couples did around this time always called to you, back then it felt like a members-only club you couldn't get in but now you had Caspian, someone with an even bigger boner for all things rom-com than yourself, and really, who better to share these things with?

Cas has a very similar line of thought the moment he steps outside and his breath can be seen in the cool air, his mind quickly began to race around looking for the best way to celebrate the year coming to an end, his best year at that because the universe had gifted you to him.

In no time he opened the triple-locked folder on his phone, it contained intensely specific dates for you two, all detailed with your most likely reactions and how much you'd enjoy said activity. At this point, he had a rough draft for every occasion.

It took a lot of strength but that morning he managed to force himself away from your sleeping form without a kiss. He'd been planning this specific date since he found out about your love for the season, now was just the best time to execute it.

Having grown up in a full house of 7 there was always food being made, usually by the house matriarch with Caspian dutifully at his mama's hip, long before the rest of his family would rise, so he'd mastered the art of cooking quiet enough not to wake someone.

He made sure to time it all perfectly to be finished around the usual moment your pretty (e/c) eyes started to flicker open and bless him with another day together, the breakfast would be themed and like most of what he made, almost look too pretty to eat

Almost anyway.

"G'mornin Sugar. You're free today right?" He would ask setting the tray on his side of the bed before taking your hand to his lips, unable to resist himself, he would press small kisses into your knuckles as you agreed, making sure to act happily surprised when you respond as if he hadn't already seen and memorized your schedule for the week.

"What did ya have in mind hun?" You asked rubbing the sleep from your eyes, a gesture he couldn't help but coo at, as if reading your mind he gently lifted the steaming drink before you, tipping the smooth coffee gently into your parted lips, at first his little habit of hand feeding you was a little jarring but he was just so endearing and sweet it wasn't long before you indulged him, after all it wasn't so bad being doted on like a princess.

His smile was worth it all, the pleased little hum you'd hear whenever you did something he enjoyed which, if we're being honest here, was most things, had a familiar warmth settling in your tummy.

"I wanna take you out. Go get our tree from this cute little farm, it's a thirty-minute drive so I wanted you full before we left."

Something about the language he used had heat rising to your face. Ours. The simple word holding so much weight.

His gaze held you in place as he took you in, always staring that one, if it were anyone else you'd have been uncomfortable but he made you feel like artwork being examined.

He'd installed bedroom camera's for a few reasons, one of his favorite's though, had to be the ability to capture and replay moments like now, where you'd get that awe'd look on your face, completely surprised someone would do something like this for you- but he would, he'd do anything to keep his soulmate happy, this was nothing in his mind, not with what he had laid out for the two of you down the line.

Our boy is a long-term planner, he knows how he's going to propose, where he'll take you for your honeymoon, and the kind of house you'd buy together(read: the house he's going to buy for you both after he finds out exactly what you like) the bakery you'll open and co-own, the dog you'll have(he's planning for one but would literally get you an emu if u asked for it- the man is flexible okay?)

"Thank you for breakfast baby, did you already eat?" You pressed a small kiss into his hand, returning his previous action much to his delight. Your free fingers delicately danced along the road his freckles mapped out on his skin, tracing the little constellations with a sigh you relished in the peace he brought with him everywhere.

"Oh I'm gonna eat- soon as you're done," the wicked grin on his handsome face twitched with intent for a split second before returning to that warm look from before. The kneading grip he had on the meat of your inner thigh told you everything you needed to know about his plans. "N' I've been a good boy so, I get my breakfast in bed."

[riddle-me-ri]

I was reading through a lot of your riddler works (astronomical, I adore them, especially zero year riddler 😩😊), and I came up to your "tiktok" dress one and?? I love it??

Could you perhaps do one of that with the mad hatters please?

A/N: OOOOOO YES I COULD! Indeed I could and I shall! I'm honestly pretty proud that one of my original ideas for the green beans is one of my top posts lmao. I'm glad you enjoy my writing and thanks so much for requesting the Jervi! Still wanna get more practice with them! I love him so 💙

Same drill as before. And I'm sticking to the same dress because it works well, why fix it? Here's the TikTok and here's where you can find the actual dress for research purposes. Anyways, here goes:

Trigger Warning: HIGHLY suggestive...I mean..look at the dress...c’mon...

Mad Hatters Reacting to Reader Wearing a Tik Tok Dress:

Arkhamverse Mad Hatter:

- He's absolutely transfixed. 

- How, how did you manage to be even more alluring than you already are?

- It takes a minute to assure him you’re not some kind of mirage.

- You're worried at first because you're not used to Jervis being speechless for so long.

- You feel reassured once a wide grin starts to grow on his face. 

- Jervis is quick to wrap himself around you.

- To feel what little is actually coveted.

- He giggles at what a tease you are. 

- No one is allowed to see you in this.

- No one is allowed to take this gorgeous view of this gorgeous person away from him.

- There would be hell to pay. 

BTAS Mad Hatter: 

- Aaannnddd he's comatose…here poke him a few times..

- Oh, okay no he's still breathing.

- Gosh…his face is super red.

- He's trying to form words but he sounds like a broken record. 

- "T-t-the time has come the W-Walrus said, to talk of m-many things.." 

- Oh..ahh well that's close…thats better than what he was saying before. 

- Once the poor gentleman comes to, he's still flustered but manages to croak out praises and compliments. 

- You will not be sharing this view with anyone but him.

- By chance does the dress come in blue or white?

TNBA Mad Hatter: 

- Comatose 2.0

- He's a stammering sweating mess. 

- Where his BTAS counterpart goes quiet and slowly starts fumbling for words.

- Ratter is constantly flapping his mouth, stuttering but at least it makes sense? 

- "Umm..uhh…dear…where…how, you-you look…e-e-exquisite." 

- Face is firetruck red instantly. Steam coming out of his ears. 

- Once he gets used to the view however. He's all here for it. 

- Won’t leave your side

- Constantly keeping his hands on you all the time whilst you wear the dress.

Gotham Mad Hatter: 

- I don't know why. But I can see this Jervis being the one to surprise you with this dress.

- You'd look at him suspiciously be he'd just look back at you with a wide cheeky grin. 

- Needless to say, he's enamored with the results.

- He tries to stay calm and collected on the outside. 

- Walking around you, taking you in, up and down…

- But the man is sweating bullets and getting warmer and warmer by the minute. 

- Don't be surprised if he literally pounces on you without realizing. 

- It's a gift for you and him. Anyone else that happens to find you in this is subject to take a long walk off a short pier. (there’s pretty popular pier in Gotham I hear)

Harley Quinn The Animated Series Mad Hatter:

- Immediately turned on. 

- Like instant boner. No shame whatsoever

- I consider this Jervis the most shameless (Society 6 is close)

- I have no doubt he'll pull the whole Tex Avery wolf bit if you know what I mean. 

- Wolf whistle, feet stomping, howling, heart jumping out of chest – the works. 

-- I'm on the fence with how he'd feel about you wearing it in public. 

- A part of me thinks he'd be proud to rub it in but also that like other Jervi he's selfish and he wants to keep this view of you to himself.

- Watch out for that long pinky nail, it can cut right through whatever sheer material is keeping you from being totally exposed. 

Joker's Asylum Mad Hatter:  

- Aaaannddd coming in at comatose #3 

- He knows it's you, but like…how did you get prettier?

- That's something he thought was literally impossible. 

- You'll have to slowly approach him and shake him back to reality that it is still you.

- You're just in a dress…this dress.

- When he first reaches out to touch you, he's worried you may vanish. 

- You're still there, and you look absolutely ethereal. 

- He's almost more pleased that it's not a vision than the fact that you're here scantily dressed for him.

- Once that hits him however, be prepared for him to cling to you and not let go. 

Society Six (2009) Mad Hatter: 

- Hate to break it to you, but unless you're wearing a hat…you'll basically go unnoticed. 

- Good thing, the best thing about dating someone with a slight obsession with hats is that there's plenty to choose from

- That may even work with an outfit as…provocative as this?

- Once you find one, Jervis will be all over it. 

- Be prepared to catch him into your arms.

- He wants to be as close to you as physically possible.

- Running his fingers and hands along the hills and valleys of skin exposed. 

- Him kicking his feet and giggling, like the giddy little mad man he is. 

- Much like other Hatters, if someone was to catch you in this, they're dead on the spot.

[driftwccds]

˗ˏˋ elijah gutierrez ⟶ introduction

elijah gutierrez picked up their key from the front desk two years ago. the twenty four year old uses he/him pronouns and is a muralist from new york city, america. According to their apartment application, people have told them they look a lot like michael cimino, and the character they identify with most is jaime spano from saved by the bell. santa moneda gives you a warm welcome, and we hope you enjoy your stay. ( s/star, 25, she/her, est )

B A S I C S

˗ˏˋ full name ⟶ elijah luis gutierrez ˗ˏˋ age ⟶ twenty-four ˗ˏˋ pronouns ⟶ he/him ˗ˏˋ place of birth ⟶ new york city, america ˗ˏˋ star sign ⟶ capricorn

I N T E R V I E W ( bio & backstory )

I:  can  you  state  your  full  name,  age,  and  how  long  you’ve  been  living  at  santa  moenda,  for  the  record  ?

E:  “  elijah  gutierrez.  “  he’s  already  relaxing  back  in  the  chair,  tipping  the  front  legs  towards  the  ceiling.  he  offers  the  camera  (  and  the  interviewer  )  a  disarming  grin.  “  i’m  twenty  four,  and  i’ve  been  here  for  two  years.  “  

I:  let’s  start  at  the  beginning  :  where  were  you  born  ?  what  is  your  family  like  ?

E:  “  new  york  city,  baby,  “  his  tongue  pokes  out  between  his  teeth,  and  he  waves  his  pinky  finger  and  thumb  through  the  air.  “  not  all  as  glamorous  as  you  think.  well,  actually,  that’s  a  straight  up  lie.  i’m  not  going  to  pretend  i  lived  in  the  slums  in  brooklyn  or  any  of  that  shit.  my  dad  owns  a  pretty  big  contracting  company  and  while  my  mom  jokes  all  the  time  about  how  she’s  his  trophy  wife,  she’s  a  law  professor  at  columbia.  i  also  have  four  younger  brothers,  all  of  them  doing  their  thing  at  university  or  college.  my family was pretty blessed with what we got. “

I:  what  was  your  childhood  like  ?  

E:  “  if  you’re  trying  to  get  some  kind  of  gossip  out  of  me,  you’re  not  going  to  get  it.  “  he  jests,  throwing  his  head  back  with  an  easy  laugh.  “  i  don’t  have  any  complaints.  we  were  pretty  stereotypical  of  your  upper-middle  class,  catholic  american  family.  my  parents  loved  all  five  of  us,  even  though  i  can  guarantee  we  were  a  fucking  nightmare  to  deal  with.  we  loved  each  other  too.  “  he  pauses,  before  adding,  “  we  were  competitive  as  hell  though.  when  your  parents  are  that  successful,  there’s  always  that  kind  of  quiet  expectation  that  you  will  uphold  their  legacy.  they  didn’t  berate  us  or  anything  ——  don’t  take  that  out  of  context.  they  just  pushed  us  to  do  the  best  that  we  could  do,  and  in  turn  we  always  pushed  each  other.  when  you’re  one  kid  in  five,  especially  with  busy  parents,  you  inherently  want  to  stand  out.  the  best  way  to  do  that  in  our  family  was  by  outperforming  everyone  else.  i  got  lucky  being  the  oldest.  the  pressure  only  builds  when  each  of  your  brothers  gets  a  better  SAT  score  than  you,  and  the  only  way  you  can  show  off  is  by  getting  perfect.  “  he  shrugs  “  it  was  fun.  we  all  pushed  each  other  to  be  the  best  we  could  be.  i  don’t  think  i  would  have  accomplished  what  i  did  during  school  if  i  hadn’t  been  so  obsessed  with  setting  the  bar  so  high  they  couldn’t  beat  me.  we  went  on  family  vacations.  we  went  to  each  other’s  graduations.  we  went  to  church  on  sundays,  even  between  all  of  the  after  school  activities  and piles of homework we had to do.  we were just your average family. “

I:  what  kind  of  kid  were  you  ?

E:  “  if  i  showed  you  pictures,  you  wouldn’t  even  be  able  to  recognize  me.  “  there’s  a  proud  gleam  in  his  eye.  “  i  was  such  a  hardass  in  middle  school...  a  real  stick-in-the-mud.  everyone  hated  me,  and  i  don’t  blame  them.  “  he  snorts,  leaning  back  in  the  chair,  “  i  loved  all  the  catholic  shit  ——  like,  cmon  man,  the  whole  bible  was  just  a  rulebook  on  how  to  live  your  life.  when  you  were  as  terrified  of  literally  everything  like  i  was,  that  was  like  the  dream.  even  my  parents  thought  it  was  a  little  weird  how  much  i  adhered  to  the  jesus  shit  because  it  was  more  than  even  they  did.  i  don’t  even  think  i  had  a  personality  outside  of  the  idea  that  i  was  the  kind  of  kid  to  follow  the  rules,  to  set  a  good  example  for  all  my  brothers.  and  the  worst  part  about  it  was  that  i  put  all  those  expectations  on  myself  :  like,  i  swear  to  god,  i  can’t  even  remember  a  time  where  my  parents  ever  told  me  to  do  better  than  what  i  had  accomplished,  but  i  felt  that  pressure  anyway.  maybe  it  was  my  teachers  ?  or  maybe  it  was  just  what  the  reputation  of  being  that  kind  of  kid  does  to  you ?  either  way,  i  wasn’t  a  happy  kid,  or  even  a  particularly  pleasant  one  to  be  around.  i  got  mad  ——  like,  genuinely  pissed  ——  when  other  people  would  drink  underage.  nobody  wants  that  guy  at  the  party.  i  think  i  started  to  grow  up  a  bit  when  i  got  into  high  school  and  i  realized  that  i  was,  as  anyone  who  has  that  kind  of  rigidity  in  their  lives,  fuckin’  miserable  to  be  around,  and  i  had  to  be  around  myself  all  the  time.  sheesh.  “  he  shakes  his  head.  “  i  don’t  know  how  i  survived.  “

I:  the  career  that  you  picked:  what  made  you  decide  to  go  in  that  direction  ?  how  do  you  like  it  ?

E:  “  art  was  kind  of  my  one  escape  for  most  of  my  life.  it  was  the  one  place  where  i  felt  like  i  had  the  freedom  of  expression.  i  didn’t  show  anybody  what  i  made.  i  didn’t  take  any  art  classes  as  a  kid.  it  was  like,  kind  of  a  personal  thing  for  me,  you  know  ?  my  parents  let  me  paint  one  wall  of  my  room  white,  and  gave  me  free  reign  to  do  whatever  i  wanted.  that’s  any  kid’s  dream,  right  ?  a  whole  wall  to  draw  on,  and  you  have  permission  to  do  it  ?  most  of  it  was  really  bad,  but  saturday  mornings  where  i  would  get  up  early  and  spend  the  whole  day  painting  whatever  i  felt  like  on  the  walls,  it  was  the  one  release  i  had  for  all  that  pent  up  anxiety  and  anger  that  i  felt  in  here,  “  he  squeezes  his  fist  and  presses  it  against  his  chest.  “  it  never  occurred  to  me  that  that  could  be  a  career  for  me,  because  it  wasn’t  law  or  business  or  physics  or  anything  like  that,  you  know  ?  art  was  something  you  did  when  you  weren’t  smart  or  good  at  anything  else.  i  was  ——  standardly  ——  jealous  of  the  artsy  kids  at  school,  the freedom  i thought that  they  had  that  i  didn’t  give  myself,  but  i  masked  all  that  by  acting  superior  to  them,  because  i  knew  how  to  do  linear  algebra.  “  he  groans,  “  it  hurts  to  admit  that.  but  anyway,  when  i  went  to  university  i  took  a  couple  of  art  history  classes.  i  did  it  for  credits,  but  then  i  got  really  into  it.  i  realized  that  some  of  the  greatest  artists  in  humanity  did,  basically,  what  i  did  as  a  kid  :  like  the  sistine  chapel  is  just  one  big  painting  on  the  ceiling  of  a  building.  not  that  i’m  comparing  myself  to  michelangelo.  i’m  not  that  good.  but  you  get  my  gist.  i  got  really  into  it,  and  when  i  left  school  i  thought  :  hey,  why  not  ?  now i don't think i could get myself to settle into a desk, even if i tried. “  

I:  what  was  the  most  defining  moment  in  your  life  ?  how  has  it  impacted  you  personally  ?  

E:  “  so  i  went  to  university,  right  ?  “  he  starts,  now  leaning  forward  in  the  chair.  his  hands  begin  moving  animatedly  around  him  through  the  air.  “  i  got  accepted  into  a  bunch  of  ivy  leagues.  but  here’s  the  thing  ——  for  all  of  my  planning,  i  didn’t  know  what  the  fuck  i  wanted  to  do  with  my  life,  because  i  didn’t  know  who  i  was.  like  i  said,  i  had  no  personality  outside  of  being  that  irritating  guy  who  told  the  RA  on  everyone  in  first  year  ——  yeah,  i  know.  i  told  you  everyone  hated  me  for  good  reason.  so  when  i  got  to  the  end  of  my  bachelors  in  business  at  harvard,  i  was  like…  what  the  fuck  do  i  do  now  ?  do  i  get  my  masters  ?  do  i  work  for  my  dad  ?  i  didn’t  want  to  do  that,  even  though  i  loved  him.  i  guess  something  just  clicked.  i  had  an  epiphany  where  i  was  like…  shit  dude,  i  don’t  want  to  do  any  of  this.  the  office  job.  the  long  hours.  even  if  it  came  with  all  that  success  and  praise  that  i  had  been  reaching  for  my  whole  life,  it  didn’t  make  me  happy.  i  had  a  mid-youth  crisis  ——  a  term  that’s  becoming  increasingly  more  popular  now  even  though  it  sounds  fuckin’  ridiculous  because  really  it  was  just  a  mental  breakdown.  i  didn’t  do  anything  for  a  few  months…  except  i  painted.  i  painted  a  lot.  i  would  get  a  hold  of  these  massive  canvases,  and  i  would  just  give  myself  freedom  to  express  whatever  it  was  that  i  was  feeling.  i  think  i  grew  a  lot  as  a  person.  like  yeah,  the  therapy  definitely  helped,  but  doing  art  helped  me  realize  what  it  was  that  i  wanted  to  do.  i  wanted  to  keep  painting.  it  was  so  much  fun  when  i  surprised  everyone  by  telling  them  i  was  effectively  running  away  to  chile,  to  the  beautiful  city  of  valparaíso,  to  pursue  a  career  in  art.  specifically,  murals.  i  find  smaller  canvases  restricting,  though  for  the  sake  of  practice  i  do  use  a  sketchbook  for  most  of  my  ideas.  anyway,  that’s  my  whole  life  story  boiled  down  to  one  motivational  tedtalk,  “  he  laughs  and  gestures  in  a  false  bow,  pretending  to  click  an  imaginary  clicker.  

I:  why  did  you  come  to  santa  moenda  ?  how  do  you  like  it  ?

E:  “  valpo  is  arguably  one  of  the  most  romantic  cities  in  the  world, though buzzfeed articles fail to ever acknowledge that.  it  produced  pablo  neruda  ——  he's not a great role model, but his art is still stunning.  there’s  the  museum  dedicated  to  him  not  far  from  here.  even this  building  itself  is  it’s  own  work  of  art.  i  mean,  fuck  dude,  wake  up  just  one  day  here  and  open  your  window  to  look  at  the  courtyard  and  you’ll  know  exactly  why  i  came  here.  i  didn’t  want  to  do  the  standard  artist  thing  and  run  away  to  europe;  it’s  so  fuckin’  gloomy  there,  and  everyone  who  has  ever  produced  anything  in  europe  has  been  so  god  damn  depressed.  i  wanted  to  add  my  art  to  something  that  was  already  a  mosaic  of  beauty,  and  valpo  was  the  obvious  choice.  so  was  santa  moenda.  architecture,  excluding  brutualism  ——  because  who  the  fuck  calls  a  cement  block  art  ——  is  it’s  own  form  of  artistic  expression.  read  the  history  of  this  place,  man,  and  you’ll  get  what  i’m  talking  about.  “ 

M I S C H E A D C A N O N S

so as mentioned in the bio section, his family is semi-religious and he adopted that as part of his life. he's not like a bible thumper or anything, but he definitely still believes in like a god and an afterlife and uses that now as kind of a medium to explore the beauty of the world... blah blah blah. you've read a book before.

head in the clouds mf. he gave himself such little leeway growing up that now he's gone in like, full pendulum swing in the other direction. he's just here to live his life and have a good time. do not put any expectations on him because he will run away from them because he refuses to put himself back in any boxes —— from his perspective he worked too hard on his own " growth " to get trapped in that misery bubble of what other people think of him again.

dreamy romantic. he loves poetry and love songs and literally just about any kind of art.

he comes across as kind of stupid, and he prefers to present himself that way because of how he was raised, but this man has a brain behind him. he was very smart at one point, and still finds himself falling down research holes where he will collect a bunch of information about things that he's interested in.

there's some form of undiagnosed adhd in there which is probably why he was so rigid as a kid ( coping mechanisms ); he is just vibing now though.

he is a muralist, which means most of his pieces are painted on the side of buildings or inside places !! this is not really a viable career option but he does kind of have some financial cushions to lean on thanks to his parents, who are very supportive of him if not confused.

competitive !! so competitive !! also even though he pretends he isn't, he is still a perfectionist, and he gets really irritated when his art doesn't turn out exactly as he wants in his head.

his pinterest is here, again with some random connection ideas but again he's open to just about anything ! that is all the end thank you for putting up with my info-dumping bios.

[nogenderbee]

Hi! I really like your writing style :) if its not bothering you can I please request C, E, K, R and W for toya? I hope it's not too much for you, you could decrease it if you want to.

Omg thank you <3 and don't worry it's not too much so I hope you enjoy ^^

Toya C, E, K, R, W fluff headcanons

⊱ Cuddles ═ How does their cuddles feel? How often they initiate them? And how long do they like to cuddle?

Toya isn't the type to initiate cuddling but once you two does cuddle for the first time, he absolutely adores it! Although he won't admit to it. He loves to cuddle for a long time, which is at least from 3 to 10 hours. Maybe your first cuddle session don't ends with you two falling asleep in each other arms but next ones definitely do.

But Toya cuddles aren't really often, he only cuddles with you when you're at sleepover together or when one of you is stressed. Before any cuddle session he always will ask you if you're okay with that and how much free time you have to make sure he won't take too much of your time.

"How about we take a break and cuddle a little? We can always go back to it later, no need to stress over it now."

⊱ Endearment ═ How much and how often do they need their lover affection? And what do they do when they really need their lover affection?

Toya is a big fan of affection, he will always try to get it in some way even if it's simple as splitting your pinkies. Although he also respects your boundaries so if he sees that you're not comfortable with something, he will never do it again.

But don't think that Toya never gets needy, it's very hard to get him to this point. He's not the type to start begging you for your affection, he still respects your boundaries so if you say "no" he will fully understand. Although after not getting enough affection he start being in a worse mood or maybe even starts avoiding you, so just give him some affection and he will give you all his love as well!

"I know I'm usually not acting like date, but could you give me at least a little of your affection? I would really appreciate it."

⊱ Kisses ═ How does their kisses feel like? How often do they initiate them?

Toya loves giving you small kisses on cheek, forehead, lips or on back of your hand as greetings and goodbyes, so if you won't mind, he will kiss you as "hello" or "goodbye". But that's doesn't mean he doesn't like more passionate kisses, in fact he adores them as well! He just prefers to keep them private.

Toya never tries to overdo it with kissing you but if you're feeling especially needy or just ask him to continue untill you're out of breath, he will happily do that and maybe even won't hold back the next time. But mostly he will give you gentle and caring kisses.

"Good morning, love." kiss "Ready for our date?"

I feel like Toya would taste like mint, because of candy's he eats often. But on early mornings you can also taste coffee he drank before meeting with you.

⊱ Romantic ═ What are the romantic acts that they like to show to their lover?

Toya may still be new into all this dating stuff but he's great with words, sometimes when he compliments you, you can't figure out if he's complimenting you or reciting a poem... but it always puts a smile in your face so it's alright!

Toya may not notice that but he often cares for you, he will eat with you on lunches to make sure you're eating properly or do a little study dates if he knows you don't know something so make sure you'll pass the class. He literally is even willing to pay with his own health if that means that you're going to be happy.

"Your voice is like singing birds in the morning, and just seeing you is enough to make me smile, my love."

⊱ Wedding ═ How do they want their wedding to look like?

Toya couldn't help but think about it a lot, especially after he told his father about you who asked about stuff like that which was pissing him off a little. And the closer you were, the more he thought of your marriage.

Toya would like his wedding to be pretty classic, you go into a church to get married, then hold a little party for people you invited and then he takes you to some hotel in other country that's probably close to a beach so you two can enjoy your long vacations after getting married.

"Yes, I thought a lot of our marriage, isn't it normal? We're dating for a long time now, after all..."

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[timmymyluv]

track three: soma

part three of the is this it song fic series

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track I,II

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summary: timothee’s band the visions continues their rise to fame, yet all is not smooth in the path paved before him. especially if bad influences work to tear him down by all means. 

WARNING(S): drug use, implications of overdose, physical assault/violence, mentions of cheating/infidelity, smoking

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You open your eyes to an empty apartment, smoothing your hands over the spot where Timmy slept the night before.

Soma is what they would take when

Hard times opened their eyes

Saw pain in a new way

High stakes for a few names

Racing against sun beams

Losing against their dreams

In your eyes

Squinting through the sunlight, you sit up and stretch as you put on your satin robe over your flimsy black lace tank top and baby pink cotton shorts.

After your morning routine in the bathroom, you make your way downstairs to the ground floor of his spacious loft.

A luxurious penthouse apartment gifted by his absentee father, it's sparsely decorated as he was handed the place around the same time he was holed up in a trashed garage for hours on end for grueling, dedicated and extremely focused rehearsals with The Visions.

As you gilp in your prescribed birth control with a cold glass of water, you open the pearl white medicine cabinet to find your vitamins but something else catches your eye.

Browsing through the seemingly well sorted shelves, the bright orange caps of medically labeled pain killers catch your eye and you frown remembering how Timmy was first introduced to it.

Let's go

And I am

Stop

And go

In your eyes

See I am

Stop

And go

In your eyes

You were in sixth grade in Lausanne, him having been sent to study in Paris the year before for poor academic records. He was a star soccer player, as the sight of him in his sweaty blue striped uniform with his curls sticking to his forehead becoming a regular occurence.

A particular rivalry with a violent, spoiled brat of the opposing soccer team member, someone who was twice his size but half his speed and agility came into a peak as the stockily built boy crashed into him and sent him reeling into the emergency room with a broken knee.

Confined with a sweltering cast in the heat of the summer, Timothee was prescribed a high dose of a range of painkillers due to the degree of damage done to his left knee.

Finding it to be the only relief in the few hours he wasn't sleeping through the day, his innocent following of the doctors' instructions turned into a regular habit that gave him comfort and structure.

Even when his knee was long recovered and he was back playing on the grassy fields, he had founded his network of drug dealers who would've regularly supplied him the pain killers that would help him numb the pain he'd been bearing since his childhood.

To see him still try to sneak it in after pinky promises in your girlhood and into your adulthood made you fume with anger before a wave of worry and disappointment flooded your psyche.

Looking around if he was present or if he was sneaky enough to add cameras inside the house without your awareness, you hastily grab the orange and red pharmacy bottles with white caps  , and dump all the heavy dosed, contraband medication down the drain and into the trash.

Your hair hastily thrown in a high ponytail, running around with your bright red lipstick eyes searching for him desperately, biting your lips in fear and anticipation of finding him.

…

In his stolen rugged obsidian leather jacket that you claimed as your own, a white ruched crop top, and black stretchy, flashy leggings with your clear strapped sandals, you barge backstage in the sold-out arena before one of their headlining shows that tour.

The crew and arena staff recognize you, calling out your name, giving you a high five with warm smiles before they yell at you that Tim is in his dressing room.

Approaching with sneaky steps in an attempt to surprise him, you unexpectedly hear vulgar shouting and yelling between sounds of bangs and smashing objects that thud against the hard wall, and your heart drops in worry of what could await you.

Was he really going to cheat on you in plain sight? Does he have no regard for your feelings? For all that you had?

As you swung the door open, what you saw was worse. Timothee stood there with ragged, unruly hair, blood trickling from his nose as bruises fluttered all over his jaw, cheekbone and on his forehead.

When I saw her for the first time

Lips moved as her eyes closed

Heard something in his voice

"And I'll be there", he says

Then he walks out

Somehow he was trying

Too hard to be like them

Knuckles white as he gripped the collar of an infamous bassist of another rock band, whom you knew too well. Jack was his name, and the rest you didn’t want to know nor care about. All you knew was Jack was trouble, and up to no good.

Behind their collision was powdered lines of fresh cocaine, forgotten next to rolled dollar bills, and Tom, the Visions’ guitarist and Timmy’s band member passed out and was awoken frantically by their manager.

With trembling hands as you dialed 911, the remainder of the day turned into a blur for you as the ringing alarm of the ambulance and paramedics scrambled around you to bring Tom into the emergency room.

Absentmindedly observing the situation around you, you watched the police and detectives scurry and push away through the crowd of sound techs and backstage staff to interrogate Timmy and Jack.

You flee the scene to make way to the investigation and for the assailants to be brought to the police station while Tom is escorted away in critical condition to the emergency room, only making it by a sliver. Any second later, he would have been gone for good.

As much as you are relieved it's not Timothee who had been using the dangerous drug, you felt a shiver down your spine knowing his history and remembering how bad he had relapsed in the past.

Holding a cigarette to your lipstick stained mouth with jittering hands, you stand outside, taking in the summer heat.

You knew it was inevitable for him to come across such a hot commodity that rockstars treated as their life blood. You’re glad Timmy intervened for a friend who came across the wrong influence at the worst time.

Ashing your ashes at your ashtray, you walk away and don’t hear from him for months.    

You want to shake him off your veins, purge yourself of his essence, of his smile, his plush lips against your skin but you cannot. In the green tinted jumpsuit you wear as you open the Marc Jacobs show, it is too difficult to not see his eyes in the garment adorning your flesh.

Well I am

Stop

And go

In your eyes

And I am

Stop

Oh, darling, let me go

And yet, you cave in. You always do. You can’t help it when every song on the radio or any that comes up shuffled on your curated playlist reminds you of him. Or the perfume you put on yourself would be something he would adore.

Against your better judgment, you unblock him from his contacts after months of silence. You know how this goes, the harder you press on him to stay away and refrain, it’ll only send him tumbling down further down the rabbit hole. Deprive him of something and he will crave it even more.

Smudging your designer lipstick on the ripped paper you decide to be part of your letter and dabbing hints of your favourite perfume that you are sure he can only remember associated to you, you wear your heart on your sleeve and decide to give him another chance as that letter falls down into the slot of the metal mailbox in the metropolitan sprawl that is Manhattan.

It's been weeks since you have heard a thing from him, and you don’t know whether to be devastated or relieved. Or both simultaneously. The band has paused touring and conveniently announced that they will be writing and recording for their next album, perhaps to stay away from the recent controversy that has put them in hot water.

Tried it once and they like it

Then tried to hide it

Says, "I've been doing this 25 years"

But I'm not listening no more

And these friends, they keep asking for more

Oh, yeah

Oh, but that's it

You take a brisk stroll in a private park just across from your apartment in New York City, enjoying your few days of a break before the onslaught of Fashion Week begins. 

Cigarette tucked into your mouth as you hold your lighter to its blunt end, looking up just in time to meet Timothee’s hazel green eyes with yours. You wonder if its the smoke in your eyes that has you seeing things. 

[eunieinnit]

      BEFORE HE COULD FINISH, she turns towards the tactnition opening her mouth as w i d e as she could, her tongue extending to keep the food from falling, showing the chewed remains in her mouth. ❝ –  bleeeeh.  ❞  she isn’t able to hold it for long before her hand comes up to catch, erupting into muffled laughter.            ❝ –  see food, get it? your face just now-- brilliant!   ❞

    now does she finally swallow the contents, picking up her mug to wash it down, upon his mention of manners -- she simply extends a pinky as she finishes her drink.

           ❝ –  posh enough for ya? course it is. ❞

@guidedhearts​

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pairing : bakugou, midoriya, todoroki and denki x reader [ separate ]

genre : very suggestive, fluff

notes : got this idea while realising everyone i simp for in this damn anime is emotionally unavailable :] i think this says a lot about me

[ bakugou ]

> internally screaming

> so you were all doing spin the bottle for 7 minutes in heaven

> and it was his turn, he didn’t want to be there but kirishima told him you’d be there 😭

> and when the bottle landed on you, your body temperate went ^^^^

> kirishima and mina practically shoved you both inside the closet

> you wanted to kiss him but like this is blasty boy we’re talking about

> he will not show his emotions if he likes you and he probably won’t make the first move

> ‘why are you looking at me like that’

> ‘like what dumbass’

> you decided to be a brat so you said ‘like you want to kiss me’

> mans eyes widened, he looked like a bug

> ‘i-i uh, i mean’ and your confidence went ^^ and he saw that you so he decided to be a brat

> so he put his arms around your waist pulling you in

> ‘doesn’t seem like you don’t want me’

> and you crashed your lips on his pulling away for a second saying ‘if it wasn’t obvious enough i like you, a lot’

> ‘i like you too idiot’ he says blUShing

> and he kisses you again ‘you’re mine now’

> ‘don’t i get a choice blasty’

> ‘not at all princess’

> you were both getting a little heated letting out some quiet groans and moans

> his arms around your waist yours around his neck and one of his hands w a n d e r i n g

> so when mina and denki opened the door to that they s creEAMED

> ‘FINALLY’

> cue angry bakugou screaming

> ‘YOU COULDVE FUCKING WARNED US WHEN YOU WERE GOING TO OPEN THE DAMN DOOR’

> ‘that’s no fun bakubro’

> fair to say you both didn’t go back to the game 😳

[ midoriya ]

> it was his turn and to say he’s nervous is an understatement

> of course he hopes it lands on you bc if it landed on anyone else he’d be disappointed but like also he’d malfunction if it does

> anddd then it lands on you and he’s just O.o

> everyone knew about his crush on you except from you

> he’s not exactly subtle he goes so red everytime you try talk to him

> try because he doesn’t talk back most the time he just stutters

> so you’re a bit afraid that he’s uncomfortable with you so you’re like ‘uh midoriya we don’t have to i don’t want you to be uncomfortable’

> and he’s a little mad at himself for making you think that

> ‘no no i’m not uncomfortable!’

> with that you both walked in and they closed the doors

> s i l e n c e for a second before you both start babbling

> ‘i-i uh wanted to say’ ‘i was going to say’

> ‘oh sorry you go first’

> ‘i-i wanted to say that you could uh never make me uncomfortable’

> ‘close your eyes midoriya’

> ‘call me izuku’ he says with a FLusHED ass face before closing his eyes

> his breath hitches when he feels you getting closer to him

> you’re like a pinky nails length apart rn and he feels like he’s going to implode

> you knew he’d never make the first move

> so you put your hands on his jaw and press your lips to his

> he m e l t s, he doesn’t know where to put his hands so you place them on your hips or around your waist for him

> he gets more into it as you both kiss slowly letting himself move and not being so damn stiff

> you tug at his hair a little making him groan and flushing red again

> you didn’t realise how long you’d been kidding for because the door opens wide

> and thEY DIDNT EXPECT midoriya to come into any contact with you without squeaking or making it obvious to everyone outside the wardrobe

> cheering from everyone bc you finally made a move on eachother

> but also a very embarrassed deku </3

[ todoroki ]

> has no idea what 7 minutes in heaven is at first

> mina has to explain it and he’s just like ‘this is dumb’

> until he sees mina dragging you to sit down

> it was your turn to spin you said ‘if it’s mineta todoroki please turn me into an ice cube’

> which made him- giggle?? ANd you just went （♡ ◡♡）

> mina just looked at you both and said ‘it’s so painfully obvious’ leading you to glare at her

> you got a little sidetracked and didn’t realise who it landed on

> when you saw it landed on todoroki you panicked

> mina was cheering like a lunatic

> you both got up and walked to the wardrobe

> as soon as the door closed you both looked at eachother a little red

> ‘y/n it’s okay if you’re uncomfortable with this we don’t have to even talk’

> you pouted at this looking at the ground ‘i love talking to you im not uncomfortable at all’

> you didn’t see him but he smiled as soon as you said that

> ‘i love talking to you too’ man was r ed

> you looked up at him and accidentally flicked between his eyes and lips blushing a little when he noticed

> ‘y/n’. you hummed

> he brought a finger up to your chin lifting your head up so you were now looking at eachother again

> your body temperature was r i s i n g

> you kinda knew he liked you from the past couple minutes

> he leaned down his hand now on your jaw and kissed you

> it was soft and seemed like that out of a disney movie

> you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him in a little

> after a minute more of small kisses you felt a cold breeze

> pulling away for a second you realised the door was wide open and everyone started yELLING

> which made you both shy away a little

> ‘y/n do you want to uh get soba with me’

> boy basically told you he’s in love with you tbh

[ denki ]

> this mf i stg he’s probably the one who brought up the idea

> has a FAt crush on you and is shameless about it

> you knew but didn’t hes a little flirt so you just thought that he’s like that with everyone

> the bottle lands on you and hes just :D

> you both walk into the closet and you’re a little nervous

> ‘hey cutie’ you grin at his antics ‘hi denki’

> he gets really close to your face making your breath hitch ‘so uh if it wasn’t obvious enough i like you’ and you just go 0.0

> ‘wait really? i thought you just flirt with everyone’ making him chuckle a little

> ‘nope the difference is when i flirt with you i don’t make sex jokes i make dating jokes’

> ‘charmer aren’t you’ this flirty ass just puts both his arms around your waist pulling you so your hips are touching

> ‘wouldn’t you like to know sunshine’ he captures your lips with his own, surprisingly he was soft at first

> and then he got a little rougher biting your bottom lip tugging on it a little making butterflies form in your stomach

> you tug on his blonde locks making him groan

> his hand wandering along your body tracing down your arms and waist

> anD then the door swings open and he lets his head rest on your shoulder

> ‘DENKI I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO PUSSY OUT AT THE LAST MINUTE’

> ‘NOt COOL’

> yeah you didn’t go back to the game either :]

A/N :

i realised i’ve barely done any suggestive content on this acc so i wanted to try write some more <3

taglist : @blazedbakugou @todoroki-shoto-is-life

[salemwritesxx]

↳ bottom bakugou(32) x top reader (32)

request: Could I request Bakugo wanting to surprise you after you get home from a rlly long mission, so he greets you on the kitchen by wearing only an apron and a buttplug on after you put the children to bed. Breeding and impregnating him AGAIN with your child. Maybe ends w/ their children coming to their room cuz they heard some noises and was scared <//3

w.count: 5040

content warning: fluff and smut; fluffy smut with lots of kisses, male pregnancy mentioned, breeding and impregnation mentioned, baku and y/n already have two children (2 and 4), mention of c-section scars

“Welcome home.”, he grinned at you with that glint in his ruby eyes, arms crossed and leaning against the wall.

“Ah…”, you just came through the door, when your husband greeted you, a smile immediately on your lips as your own e/c eyes shimmered, “I’m home.”

And before Katsuki could say anything anymore, you were already in front of him, strong arms wrapped around him as he was pressed against your body; immediately, he relaxed into the embrace, his own arms slung around your back and his hands gliding up your spine almost timidly as if you were just some hallucination and he had to make sure you were real.

It had been over a month since he last could hug you, due to your mission having been so stupidly long. Though before any of you could say anything, you already heard squealing.

“Daddy!! IT’S DADDY! DADDY IS HOME!”, your four year old screamed excitedly as he rushed down the staircase, hence you and Katsuki detangled again, just so you could kneel down and catch Haruki who was jumping into your arms.

“Hahaha, Daddy missed you too, Haru!”, hearing your happy laugh truly melted Bakugou’s heart, before you both got interrupted by a whiny “Daaaddyyy!” coming from your two year old who stood on the edge of the staircase, thus activating Bakugou’s fatherly instincts instantly.

Though before he could rush up the stairs, you said, “It’s okay Nao, just wait a bit, Daddy will get you.”, hence you stood up, Haru on your arm.

As you walked past your husband, your free hand brushed along his back for a moment, a fleeting gentle touch that immediately made him feel all warm and fuzzy, his own hand drawing along your arm until he reached your hand and had to let go once you were past him and walked up the staircase.

Meeting Naoki at the end of the stairs, he immediately wrapped his arm around your neck when you grabbed him with a “There we go.”, both of your sons cuddling into your arms.

“Shouldn’t you two be asleep already, hm?”, you chuckled as you walked back into the hallway, Bakugou, who finally got changed properly, as he had been standing there in mere pants due to him freshly coming out of the shower when you came home, then crossed his arms and shook his head.

“I let them stay up.”,

“Oh…”, you simply smiled, which only made your husband softly smile as well when he saw how much they cuddle into you; Bakugou knew how excited they were when he told them about Daddy being on his way home – honestly, it was his own fault, but he was also pretty happy and excited to have his husband back home soon.

“AND! I was not sleepy at all! Nhn! Haru was not sleepy!”, to which Naoki approvingly nodded with a “Not sleepy!”

Both you and Bakugou looked at each other with an amused smile on your lips, before you said, “I know, I know, you are big boys already, huh? But now even the strongest little heroes need to sleep, right, Dad?”, you then looked to Katsuki who stepped closer just to ruffle Nao’s spiky hair that was so similar to his, “Right. So they can wake up and save the world again tomorrow.”

“Uhhggh but DAA-AAD! Nao and I want to play with Daddy now!”, Haru whined loudly, though one glance from Katsuki was enough to make him pout and cross his arms.

“I know, but Daddy is tired, right? And you promised me you will go to bed once Daddy is back home.”, he looked at you for a little help, one glance enough so you kneeled down to put your kids onto the ground, even if it was only 9 pm, but it was way past bedtime for your little ones.

“That’s right. Daddy was gone so long, he is really tired. But I promise we will play tomorrow, okay? Haru? Nao? Promise?”, you smiled at them and offered both of your pinkies, your sons immediately hooking their own into them.

“It’s a promise, Daddy!”

“Pwomise!”, Nao excitedly threw the other hand into the air, making your heart seriously melt as you nodded.

“Okay, now. Be good little heroes and go into your bedroom, Daddy will be there in just a second, okay?”

Haru was still pouting a bit, though he nodded as he took Naoki’s hand so they slowly walked up the stairs just how you and Bakugou showed them (Naoki going down the stairs was, however, still something Katsuki liked to monitor until Nao was a little bit older), leaving you and your husband, who had just watched the scene silently, alone for a moment.

“I love you.”, he said out loud so suddenly it surprised you, though in a good kind of way as you couldn’t hold back your grin when you grabbed him around his hips to whisper an “I love you too, Baby.”

If he wasn’t already a puddle because he just loved the way you talked to your sons, Katsuki sure as hell was very close to being one right now, literally melting in your arms, not wanting to let go, though he knew he had to.

“Will you join me in the kitchen later? I’m starving!”, Katsuki whispered so seductively that you had to really bite your lip in order not to let your emotions get the best of you, since he exactly knew what he was doing with his choice of words.

“I will, just let me take a quick shower and then we can eat.”, the smirk on your lips and the twitching of your eyebrows only made Bakugou’s grin a little wider as he let go of you to walk up the stairs to tuck your kids into bed.

--

While you were busy in the shower, Bakugou quietly sneaked into his bedroom to prepare the surprise he had been planning ever since you left for the mission, because even though you were married with two children didn’t mean the love and desire he felt for you had faded over time – if anything, it had just gotten stronger.

Thus, when he was in the kitchen, doing something at the counter, your whistle immediately made him grin and turn around a bit.

“Hmmm, now that’s what I call a feast.”, your own grin spread across your face as you approached him. You didn’t even bother putting anything on after showering besides a fresh pair of underwear.

“You like it?”, it was barely whispered when you were close enough that his breath was tickling your cheek. An apron was merely covering his body, and a little heart shaped diamond was sneakily peeking out, revealing the buttplug he had inserted.

Katsuki was pressed against your body once more, arms wrapped around you tightly and your own also holding him close, while your face was buried in the nook of his neck – inhaling his scent.

“I love it. Hmm fuck, I missed you! My handsome, gorgeous husband. I was so lonely!”, you mumbled against his skin, feeling his beautiful body melting against your own so perfectly as he also buried his face at your shoulder.

“Me too… I missed you so fucking much. Even though Haru and Nao kept me quite busy…Haha look what you fucking did to me? I can’t even fall asleep without you anymore. I’m all mushy now.”, he laughed, hugging you even tighter.

“Hmmm, I’m glad I’m not the only one.”, pulling back a bit, you also giggled.

Then, you leaned in, your foreheads touching for a moment and just relishing those quiet seconds, before he closed the distance between your lips, his nose brushing against your own, then his lips against yours as he barely whispered an “I love you.” again, just to connect them at last after your mumbled “I love you, too.”

And it truly was like little fireworks as he held on to you desperately, softly moaning into your mouth when your hands traveled down to his tiny waist, you immediately taking the chance to slip your tongue between his lips, brushing against his and entwining them.

“Mhhhh”, blissfully groaning, Katsuki twitched when you grabbed his small, firm butt with your big hands eventually, just to openly moan the moment your fingers sneakily pushed against the heart shaped diamond at the end of the plug, moving it like that.

“Y/n…”, he breathlessly gasped when he pulled back just an inch, his ruby eyes shimmering when he whispered, “Let’s have another brat… What do you think?” catching you so off-guard for a moment that you stopped every movement just to stare at him.

“Wait… Really? You mean it?”, your surprise from before faded away and was replaced by a big, wide happy grin that made Bakugou laugh excitedly, knowing how overjoyed you were. Nodding with a big smile on his face as well, he then confirmed, “Yes. I mean it.”

Immediately, Katsuki felt your grip tightening around him, only to gasp in surprise when you suddenly grabbed and swung him around as if he was a mere piece of paper, just to giggle and squeeze you also tightly.

You both had talked about a big family even before Haruki was born, but after your latest son’s birth, Katsuki kind of didn’t mention it again, probably because you both had to settle into your new role as parents of two very agile boys. That’s why, hearing your husband say he was ready for another baby, was just overwhelming.

“Let’s go upstairs!”, was the thing you declared, only to make your husband yelp your name in embarrassment when you threw him over your shoulder so easily, exposing him and the buttplug completely.

“Y/n! You are so stupid!”, though he couldn’t help but chuckle even though he was ‘punching’ you in the back all ‘angrily’ when you carried him upstairs and into the bedroom, glad that your two baby boys were sleeping soundly in the room opposite of yours.

Closing the door behind you quietly, you didn’t waste much time and thus, Katsuki fell into the big bed with you crawling on top of him, his arms however instantly welcoming you as he wrapped them around your neck.

“Hmmm, you know… I wouldn’t mind if you’d cook for me dressed like that.”, you purred deeply as you pressed open-mouthed kisses against his neck, making him shiver and groan blissfully.

“I- I’ll remember it for the next time… when…the boys are at their grandparents’ ...”, giggling and sort of moaning at the same time, his body reacted instantly, pushing himself against your hands that were roaming his body and sneaking underneath it to play with the strings of the apron.

“You are so… beautiful. God, how did I get so fucking lucky?”, your words were enough to make him softly blush and kick you, though very harmlessly, because you knew exactly he didn’t know how to respond properly to compliments like that.

“Anh, Y/n-“, arching his back slightly, your big hands had opened the strings around his waist, giving Katsuki the chance to pull the apron away from his body completely and thus exposing himself.

And so, you kissed down to his chest where you started leaving little bite marks and kisses; every time his sensitive skin slipped between your teeth, his body reacted way too violently, twitching and moving and his lips escaping cute, lewd sounds.

“So pretty… Hmmm.”, your lips against his skin vibrated so deliciously and made him squirm a bit, only for Bakugou to quietly groan when you flicked against his bud, just to moan out when you bit and pulled gently.

“You’re gonna be all full again when you’re pregnant… And leaking all the time…Just like the first two times…hmmmm I can’t wait!”

“Y/n…”, he hated to admit it, but your words really turned him on, knowing how feral you were during his past two pregnancies, because something about his pregnant body just made you so horny and wild, not even giving him a chance to feel insecure or bad about himself.

“And your belly… So cute and round.”, slowly wandering down with your lips, you kissed all over his body that had some stretch marks from the previous bumps and wasn’t as firm as it was in his younger years of being a hero.

The pregnancies had left their scars on his bodies and for a while, Bakugou was insecure about them, especially having been so well-trained and having big muscles, to his skin being scarred with stretch-marks – it truly was a transition to liking himself again, but with your help, it was easier.

Kissing past his belly button, you then stopped when you reached his c-section scars and the loose skin, your hands that had travelled with you down his sides resting on his hips as you laid between his legs.

“You really want to go through this a third time, Baby?”

He was a little surprised when he raised his head to look down and into your own shimmering e/c eyes, though he just smiled and reached out his hand to touch your cheek.

“Yes… I want to have a big family with you. So even if it means I’ll get more flabby skin and a third scar, I don’t give one fuck about it! Just promise me… you will still fuck me from time to time, even if I look horrendous.”, Katsuki grinned, maybe to hide his actual feelings, you didn’t know, but you didn’t have to, because the moment those words escape his lips, you sat back up and crawled on top of him again.

“Katsuki! Don’t say that.”, you leaned in, lips brushing against his as you continued in a hushed voice, “You will always be gorgeous in my eyes. I will always love and desire you.”, as you pecked them in between, making him gulp as he tried not to get emotional – and he wasn’t even pregnant yet! – before wrapping his arms around your neck and smashing his lips against your own.

Letting your lips melt against each other and your tongues dance passionately, you grinded your covered cock against his, Bakugou instantly moaning into your mouth so lewdly as his own hips started moving with your own, rubbing against you.

“Mhhh Ahh!”, he didn’t hold back blissfully groaning and moaning against your lips, especially when you pushed him into the sheets like that, with your hips rolling so deliciously against his, only to almost sadly whine when you stopped and broke the kiss, Bakugou, however, following you with little pecks against your lips, not wanting to stop yet, until he was physically unable to raise his head any more, earning your chuckle and “You’re so cute!” that made him groan a bit.

“Y/n…”, barely whispering your name, he watched as you traveled between his legs again, this time however, not stopping and going past his scars, following the soft blonde hair until you reached his leaking cockhead, letting your tongue swirl around it to taste his precum and earning his delightful moan as you licked along his hard shaft down to his balls, sucking on one of them softly.

“D-Don’t play- with me!”, he choked out, though you didn’t listen, your index and middle finger that were wrapped around the heart-shaped end of his buttplug pulled on it lightly to make him moan, before you started moving it a bit.

“Hmmm, but… you did all of this for me, no? Might as well enjoy it a little, hmhm.”, you chuckled and he whined as a response, as well as his hands clawing at your shoulders and leaving scratches as he tried to pull you back up.

So in the end, you complied and sat back up, meeting your husband eye-to-eye once more.

“So demanding.”, a soft giggle escaped your throat as you brushed your nose against his, Bakugou barely grunting and giving you little kisses – he missed you. Not feeling each other over a month made him very, very needy for all the love.

With his legs spread, your hand kept moving between them, Katsuki wantonly moaning against your lips and holding on tightly as you pulled the buttplug out just a bit, spreading his hole and then thrusting it back in.

“Ahnh Y/n… I love you. Fuck, I missed you.”, he whined, lips brushing against yours, giving you no other chance but to connect them for deep, demanding kisses while your free arm was slung around him so you could hold him against you protectively.

And then, Katsuki’s hand slowly started wandering as well, until your own deep groan got lost in his hot mouth when he snuck underneath your underwear to wrap his digits around your throbbing cock.

Spreading his legs a little more, he completely melted against your side while his hand moved inside your pants. Smearing around the precum on your tip and rubbing his thumb against the sensitive underside of your cockhead, just to hear your own grunts and lewd moans.

“I’m gonna… pull it out, yeah?”, you breathlessly whispered against his lips, his approvingly whined “Mhm” everything you needed to hear before you properly took the heart-shaped end of the buttplug and pulled on it, earning your husband’s loud grunting and blissful moaning; the plug spread him wide open, until it quietly popped out, leaving his hole twitching and gaping for more.

“Please… breed me. Fuck me! Impregnate me! Y/n!!!”, Katsuki moaned out and bucked his hips, wanting to be fucked so desperately, his half-closed ruby eyes gleaming with want and lust and tears pooling in the corner of them.

“Hmm, you don’t have to tell me twice!”, the low purr against his lips made Bakugou all giddy, his hand that had been pumping your cock, now slipping away so you could get rid of your underwear.

Katsuki just watched you with half-closed ruby eyes and softly panting as you reached for the lube, his hands lightly shaking with excitement and one lazily stroking his own dick while he waited for you, before he opened his arms willingly when you were crawling on top of him once more.

Digging his nails into your back, your lips collided and melted into each other ones more, soft moans getting swallowed in the process. Spreading his legs, he waited, though not for long when he vividly felt your cockhead pressing against his sloppy hole, just for him to moan and whine loudly as you spread him open.

Guiding your cock for a few inches, you eventually thrusted inside of him balls-deep, earning his delightful grunts and mewls when you filled him out fully, Katsuki’s eyes closed and face twisted in pleasure as he relished the moment of being connected again.

Just looking at him, your heart quenched, wondering how you deserved someone so amazing and beautiful by your side, hence startling him a little when you buried both of your hands into his spiky hair, his ruby eyes fluttering open in surprise.

“I love you… I love you so much. And I missed you so, so fucking much.”, your barely choked out, only to connect your lips once more, Bakugou’s instinctive reaction being to also wrap his arms and legs around you, being smushed together deliciously, your heavy body pressed against his own hot one.

“Me to-… Ahnh!!”, he didn’t have time to articulate much more when you started moving, a blissful moan leaving his lips, before you stifled it as you kissed him, Katsuki instantly returning the desperate, passionate gesture as your tongues entwined and fought, drool trickling down his chin in the process.

At first, you were moving rather slow, barely grinding your cockhead against that sweet spot inside of him, before you increased your pace at last, his nails digging into your back while your own were buried in his scalp and shoulder, holding him close against you and not letting him go.

Your balls slapping against his ass with every vigorous thrust sent Katsuki higher and higher into the clouds, drifting away on a wave of pleasure. Drops of sweat dripping down his temple over his cheek, due to his quirk but also because of the sheer passion you shared, mixing with his hot tears he couldn’t hold back from overwhelming emotions of pleasure and love.

“Y/n! Y/n! Ahnh AH!”, at last, he had to pull back and throw his head into the pillow, moaning while trying his best not to be too loud because of your babies, though it was hard when you penetrated him so skillfully. Ramming your cock into his ass, marking what was yours over and over again as you rearranged his insides once more.

“Ahnh! I mi-miss-ed thi- HANH!”, Katsuki gasped and sobbed, sweaty bodies moving together so deliciously, the heavy scent of love making filling the air, your own natural scent mixed with your soap clouding his mind more and more as he only knew how to hold on desperately, loving the way you were pressed together.

You missed him so much, even if you said it out loud multiple times, Bakugou could feel it in your movements and the way you held him.

As you gently tucked on his hair, he followed your demand as you tilted his head a bit, giving you a bit more room to work with, only to bite his bottom lip in order not to moan too loudly and lewdly when you pressed kisses onto his neck once more. Your tongue catching a few drops of his sweat as you licked over his Adam’s apple, before you caught his sweet, delicate skin between your teeth to suckle softly.

Bakugou usually was more careful when it came to hickeys and love bites, wanting them in places that could be easily hidden with clothes, but in that moment, he didn’t care, he only moaned and spurred you on, his heels pressing into your hips as they irregularly jerked against his ass.

“Y/n!! Y/n!”, sobbing and hiccupping your name, Katsuki felt the hot waves in his lower abdomen becoming stronger and stronger. He was close.

As you raised your head to look at him, the sight alone made your stomach turn as a strong wave of lust swept through your body, seeing your husband enjoying himself so much – he looked so cute and lewd.

“Y/n- I… I’m gonna…”, Katsuki tried to warn you, but you just leaned over him and pecked his lips, saying in a hushed voice and out of breath as well, “M-me … too- fuck!” before you got pulled in as he had captured your lips once more, another sloppy kiss igniting.

“HmhhMM!!”, with suppressed and stifled moans against your lips, Bakugou’s tightened the grip from his legs around your hips, almost giving you no room to move, yet, you didn’t care as your hips rapidly jerked against his ass.

The last few thrusts against his sweet spot were enough at last, Katsuki’s nails almost drawing blood on your sweaty back as he moaned and whined, his sounds thankfully getting stifled due to kissing you. However, as you fucked him through his orgasm, his cock bouncing so pathetically as he released all over his belly with big spurts of cum, Katsuki’s body was shaking and spasming in your arms.

His insides fluttering around you and tightening were almost too much, your vigorous thrusts coming to a halt just a few moments after his own orgasm as you buried yourself balls-deep into his ass one last time.

Pulling away from his lips, Bakugou opened his eyes the moment you threw your head back, watching attentively as your Adam’s apple moved and your faced twisted in pleasure, it sent another jolt of pure lust through his body – this was because of him. He could make you feel this good.

“Y/n-“, barely choking out your name, you also just gasped his in response.

For a moment, you looked into each other’s eyes, before you pressed a soft kiss against his swollen, red lips, just to rest your head against his shoulder, Katsuki’s cheek instantly leaning on it as he hugged you against his sweaty body, feeling your weight pushing him down so perfectly, your legs tangled and both of you heavily gasping.

After a few minutes of just silence that was disrupted by heavy breathing, you eventually managed to raise your head and push yourself back up and onto your elbows.

“I’m gonna pull out, okay?”, brushing your lips against his, sweet, innocent little kisses were shared as Katsuki nodded, barely breathing a “Hm”, before a delightful hiss escaped his dry throat as you slowly pulled back until your cock slipped out.

Rolling over, you fell beside him into bed.

Bakugou could vividly feel your seed inside of him, drops of cum dripping from his hole – the sheer bliss of being bred was making him shiver; rolling over as well and snuggling into your body, your arm instantly wrapped around him to hold him.

“Hey…”

“Hm?”, you turned your had to look at him.

“I’m glad you’re home again…”, Katsuki tiredly smiled, before his ruby eyes closed when you leaned down to smooch him.

“Me too. I missed you and the babies so much.”, and like that, you had rolled over a bit to have a better position while kissing him, Bakugou happily sighing into the soft kisses, tongues lazily brushing against each other.

“Hey… we should go clean…”, he whispered against your lips, though with how he was still clinging to you, you just giggled and rolled around so he was pushed back in the mattress again.

“Hmmm, already? How about… a little bit more?”, the way you giggled, so utterly smitten and in love as you kissed him over and over, it was quite contagious as his deep, raspy giggle was also heard.

“Just a little…”

“Hmmm just a little.”

And as you slipped your hand down his torso to play with his already soft dick, Katsuki’s hand simultaneously wandered down as well, both of you insatiable and needy for some more love.

--- A few hours later ---

Sighing in bliss as he stepped into the cool room, he walked towards the bed while you walked over to the window you had opened before your shower to get rid of the sex-heavy, stuffy air in your bedroom, before you joined Bakugou in bed – freshly showered once more that night.

“Hah…”, Katsuki sighed as he cuddled closer, one arm wrapped around your torso and his head resting on your chest, “I fucking missed this…”

“Me too.”, slinging your arms around him, you peppered kisses onto his freshly washed hair and face, earning his raspy chuckle.

“Just being able to have you in my arms again after that mission feels like heaven.”

“Yeah… same…”, he barely whispered, before he looked and reached up.

Your foreheads touched and he softly caressed your cheek, exchanging a few last little kisses before you cuddled into the bed and the blankets so you could both finally get the rest you deserved after thoroughly making love again.

However, it must have been less than 30 minutes later when you were both startled as a quiet “Daddy?” made your head perk up.

“Haru?”, you tiredly mumbled his name, your hand reaching out to your nightstand to turn on the lamp.

“Hey, champ, what´s wrong?”, Katsuki, who was laying on your chest still, also raised his head to look at his son who was scurrying to the bed, only to then see the tears trickling down his face.

“I had.. I had- bad dream…”, the little one then broke down as he had tried to keep his tears at bay before that.

Bakugou and you looked at each other for a split-second, then you already reached down to pick up your son.

“It’s okay, Haruki. It was just a dream. Everything’s going to be okay now.”, softly cooing, Katsuki was the one who pressed a gentle kiss onto his son’s cheek as he scooched closer to you and him once more.

“That’s right. No one can hurt you as long as Daddy and I are here.”

“R-really?”, his big, round e/c eyes that clearly were so similar to yours looked at you and Bakugou so innocently, and when Haruki saw both of you nodding, he was a bit relieved, his sobbing calming down a little.

“Dad and I will always protect you and Naoki. Right, Dad?”, you whispered and kissed his forehead, hand gently combing through his spiky h/c hair.

“Mhmh. We will always be there to protect you, Haru.”, Bakugou approved and smiled at his son, something, no one would have ever thought he could do just mere years ago, but having his own kids just… changed him.

Thankfully, your reassuring words helped Haruki to calm down, a few last tears trickling down his cheeks as he nuzzled into your chest; your hand combing through his hair and Bakugou gently caressing his back.

Both of you were quiet for a few minutes, just tending to your little one, until you both heard Haruki evenly breath, telling you he was fast asleep once more, hence you made a small gesture with your head towards the door. After your husband nodded, you carefully stood up and carried your baby back into his room and bed.

Waiting for you, it only took a few moments before you snuck back into the bedroom, softly closing the door and then jumping back into bed to your husband.

“I’m glad he fell asleep so quickly again.”

“Hm.”, Katsuki approvingly nodded and cuddle closer again.

“Tomorrow, make sure to spend lots of time with them, they really missed you.”, he mumbled into your neck, hence you pressed a soft kiss onto his cheek and whispered, “I will.”, making your husband tiredly smile, ruby eyes feeling heavy as he slowly closed them at last.

“Good night, Kat.”, was the last thing he registered before he drifted off, now that you were back, finally being able to fall asleep again, because even though he hated to admit it – he couldn’t sleep properly without you, he was lonely and anxious, but now… Everything was okay.

Because Daddy was finally home again, right where you belonged.

@salemwritesxx || do not repost, edit, modify or translate my works

writer’s note: I’ve worked on this… for a LONG time but I am pretty happy with how it came out! Just being all smoochy smoochy with baku is perfect and I love reunion and reunion sex it’s just and mpreg and just… it was a perfect request👌🏼 thanks again anon!

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Mafia!Ateez reaction to their child telling them that a member is flirting with you

trigger warnings ⚠️ mafia themes, flirting, mentions of cheating, possessive behavior, murder, alcohol, sexual harassment (slight)

general taglist: @latte-fairytaekwoon @little-precious-baby @yunhobabygurl @multidreams-and-desires @purplelady85 @smallfrye​

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k i m  h o n g  j o o n g

„Where’s mommy?“ Your little son ran up to Hong Joong to be picked up by the mafia leader.

His eyes wander over the crowd at the garden gathering and when he’s not spotting you he flashes a little smile at his son.

„Mommy is talking to a man.“

Hong Joong nudges the little boy to whereas he points into a direction. Following the path around the house he sees you talking to none other than Kang Yeo Sang. His rival.

When Yeo Sang places his palm on your cheek you take a step back and frown at the boy. Hearing a cough behind you a smile escapes your form. The rival on the other hand rolls with his eyes and lets out a huff.

You’re quick to stand next to your husband and take your son into your arms leaving the two mafia leaders behind.

„You’re getting on my nerves, Kang.“

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p a r k  s e o n g  h w a

„(y/n)...“

You stood stiff in Seong Hwa‘s lavish office. Your gaze trained to the ground and your heart sinking to the bottom when he neared your form. He placed his cold fingers under your chin to raise your head. Locking his eyes with you a sigh escapes him.

„You know you belong to me. Why are you still resisting?“

„I don’t know what you are talking about.“

Seong Hwa engulfs you into his embrace leaning your head on his shoulder.

„Even our princess doesn’t like you betraying me. I will make sure you are not seeing him again.“

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j e o n g  y u n  h o

„And what did he say after that?“

Yun Ho caressed his daughters soft hair while she sat on his lap in their livingroom.

„That he will hurt her. I don’t remember so much... He was really scary daddy!“

With big glossy eyes Yun Ho feels his heart shattering. His daughter being so afraid for his light of the world.

He wouldn’t let Choi San get away with this.

After bringing his angel to bed he visits your shared bedroom to see you being asleep. You’re stirring and he can only guess that your nightmares are back.

With a gun and a sharp knife hidden in his suit he drives fast through the night. His team is already ready to blow up the place.

And with the final hit Yun Ho grabs the ex lover of his wife by his collar.

„I told you to stay away from us. That she is not your business anymore. What were you thinking?“

San struggles in his grip but manages to bring out his probably last words. „Kill me, but, live with the knowledge that she will never love you.“

He dropped to the ground and Yun Ho grasps his shaking hands together rage filling his body.

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k a n g  y e o  s a n g

When your son repeatedly told Yeo Sang that he really liked the guy that was around you since a few weeks he was relieved. It was good Woo Young seemed to do his job right. After the last attack he wanted the both of you safe all the time. That’s why he send one of his best men that he trusted with all of his might.

It was only when he tucked him into bed that he stopped in his tracks being deep in thoughts. He goes downstairs and pours himself a glass of wine. He jolts a little bit when you embrace him from behind and he turns around to eye you with a sharp gaze. Tilting his head you step back and flash him a small smile.

„What’s up?“

„Woo Young‘s taking good care of you, right?“

You frown and immediately know by the tone he uses that something‘s not to his liking, and, Kang Yeo Sang not liking something was bad.

„He is, he is doing a good job. I guess.“

„Hyun Jin likes him, too. But you know what he just told me?“

You absentmindedly reach out to him to probably cool down his anger.

„He told me that uncle Woo Young was really close to you. Close like ‚daddy‘, when I asked him what he meant with that.”

“Yeo Sang, he’s not. He is just friendly. Hugging me as a greeting nothing more.“

„You think our three year old son is lying to me? (y/n), I warn you, I know him. Don’t take his flirting attempts light hearted.“

You nod at him knowing he wouldn’t take any arguing.

„If you can’t stop him I will give him a different job.“ With a last sip he finishes his glass and roughly pulls you into him to place a delicate and territorial kiss on your forehead.

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c h o i  s a n

„Dad, I don’t know how to say this but... I am really worried for your marriage. I mean is everything fine?“

San takes his cup of coffee sitting down on the breakfast table in front of your fourteen year-old daughter. He really needed a moment to register So Ra‘s words.

„What? Of course everything‘s fine! Or what are you even talking about?“

So Ra‘s gaze is trained on the buttered toast in front of her a deep frown taking place on her forehead.

„Yesterday at the gala... and I don’t know if I am mistaking things, but, I feel like she was flirting with this CEO named Song.“

San‘s eyes widened and he quickly takes a another sip from his coffee. „Oh, ehm, believe me your mother has always had her effect on...men.“

„Yeah, but, dad - the guy was literally stripping her naked with his eyes - “

„Choi So Ra! Your words!“ So Ra gestures a sorry with her hands but she didn’t want her mother to be so close to other men. She loved her parents dearly and she wanted to have a marriage like them in the future.

„Really, anyways, don’t worry. Everything‘s perfect. If there’s a problem we would never lie to you, promise!“ He holds his pinky for So Ra and with a relieved sigh she links it like she and her dad always did.

„Good morning!“ You place a kiss on your daughter‘s cheek and send a smirk to San being proud you got the right information last night.

San looks at his two princesses and has to hold back a laugh. If their daughter only knew their jobs things would be more dangerous but in many ways easier, too.

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s o n g  m i n  g i

„What means ‚sexy‘?“

You nearly caugh at your son‘s words quickly drinking something. Min Gi also nearly doubles over laughing while typing away a text for his members for their mission.

„Dong In! I thought we talked about this already.“

Your son was a persistent person eyeing you suspiciously.

Min Gi places his device on the table continuing to eat the soup for their shared dinner. „It means beautiful, but, it’s not a really polite word, Dong In.“

„Ah, so Mr. Kim is not polite to you Mum?“ That indeed catches your husband‘s attention.

„What is he talking about, (y/n)?“ A sly smile leaves him.

You groan out knowing sooner or later your son would’ve told him. „Well, Dong In‘s teacher just seems to need a talk with me about our son occasionally. And today he told me that he thinks I am ‚beautiful‘. Right, Dong In?“ Your son wasn’t paying attention anymore but with a naive sigh he slurped the rest of his soup.

„He said mommy‘s a sexy thing.“

„Dong In!“ Min Gi slowly sits back flexing his arm‘s muscles. He eyes you with a hungry gaze while he nudges Dong In.

„Next time Mr. Kim is telling your mother that she’s beautiful you say that your dad thinks so, too. Alright buddy?“ Min Gi fist bumps with your son.

„Got it!“

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j u n g  w o o  y o u n g

Woo Young wasn’t really a jelous man. He knew his worth and he also tend to be proud of the woman at his sight. Your auro caught the gazes of many men and that only boosted the mafia‘s ego.

When a man was flirting with you it was for you to play by the game. Being raised into the mafia business yourself you knew how to handle those greedy bastards.

Woo Young only smirked in the back of a booth when someone sneaked into the seat next to you at the bar. His men ready at any given chance to beat up the poor soul that tried to take what was Jung‘s.

But - he also loved your sneaky site.

It was only a button that you pushed too far when your daughter went up to his daddy to cry about how you were not giving her enough attention at the big gathering. Like the father himself their princess needed the recognition from her beloved ones.

Woo Young‘s gaze darkened when he saw you being corned by the one and only mafia leader of the west - Choi Jong Ho.

„That b - “

„Daddy! You didn’t want to swear! Mommy told you not to swear!“

„Ahhh, you’re right darling.“ He turned around to give his daughter into Seong Hwa‘s arms - one of his members.

With confident steps he emerges your form at the end of the room where Jong Ho was busy playing with your hair while talking about his latest wins in the business.

„Choi. Would you mind keeping your hands to yourself?“ Woo Young was raging by now. You didn’t stop the rival from touching you and the naive smile you send to your lover only angered him more.

„Let’s ask the lady what she wants.“ Jong Ho wiggles his eyebrows at Woo Young and you mentally facepalmed knowing Mr. Jung would scream bloody murder in a few seconds.

„I am sorry Mr. Choi.“ You gracefully step into Woo Young‘s arms giving him the satisfaction of winning this little debate with his rival. Jong Ho laughs out loud and turns around to leave the two of you.

„If you want attention ask for it. Don’t make me mad, baby.“

You lock eyes with him putting on a pout. „This way it is much more fun!“

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c h o i  j o n g  h o

It was the final day your son got introduced to the mafia world. A big party was held for him after he was prepared for everything over months. It was also his 16th birthday party and you had tears in your eyes knowing he was growing into a man so quickly really assembling his father in many ways.

It has been Park Seong Hwa‘s presence that put you off. He was an acquaintance of your clan for a long time but you didn’t really like the guy. When he approached you after dinner, when you were ushering your son to dance with a girl on the dancefloor, you immediately knew he was going to get on your nerves again.

He made jokes, touched you and clearly invaded your personal space. For the sake of your peaceful agreement you played his game hoping someone would come to help you out of your misery.

„Dad, I will literally kick this guy‘s balls if - “

„I already know about it.“ Jong Ho‘s gaze is fixed on your figure across the room. He turns to his son and tells him to have fun. He would take care of the matter.

Jong Ho soundlessly leans into your side leading Seong Hwa to roll with his eyes. He places a meaningful and strong kiss on your trembling lips catching your weight with his arms to steady you.

Playfully he turns around to the mafia a smile adoring his features. „Mr. Park. I didn’t even see you there!“ You’re quick to leave the duo to get to the toilet knowing by the squeeze Jong Ho just gave you a few seconds ago.

„Still so possessive I see. Let us leave this by complimenting you on your still beautiful wife.“ He let’s out a giggle while eying the crowd.

„Thank you, Seong Hwa. Seems to be running in my family.“

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NSFW Alphabet for Marcus Rashford & Jesse Lingard

NSFW Alphabet- Marcus Rashford

Jesse is done here

A = Aftercare Marcus takes good care of you after sex. He runs you a nice hot bubble bath and afterwards he will rub body lotion over your red ass cheeks. He will make you a cup of tea of you're up for it and if not, it's cuddles for the rest of the night.

B = Body part He loves your eyes. The way they look up at him whilst you're on your knees with his dick in your mouth or the way they roll back when he fucks you good. Even the way you bat your eyelashes at him when you know you're being a bad girl in public.

C = Cum He attempts to make you squirt every time you have sex. He has managed to do it twice, but it's always his aim. He knows he's done an extra good job when you do squirt.

D = Dirty Secret He is dying for a threesome with Jesse but he is scared of the reaction from the both of you, so he keeps it hush hush. His dick in your pussy with Jesse's in your mouth is his dream view.

E = Experience He's had his fair share of experience in the bedroom, but giving him a little guidance every now and then never hurt anybody. Plus, he finds it sexy when a girl knows exactly what she wants.

F = Favourite Position Good ol' missionary. I mean, he could get off just from watching your facial expressions so watching them AND getting to fuck you is just a win win for him isn't it.

G = Goofy In Marcus' mind, there's a time and place for giggles and it's not in the bedroom. He's more focused on you reaching your high, and hurting you...

H = Hair He's never fully shaved, it's stubbly. He says that he feels too bare when it's fully shaves but you're not bothered because it looks good the way it is.

I= Intimacy Dirty, dirty, dirty. The marks left on your body tell their own story. He likes to have rough, dirty sex. The only time it isn't rough is if it is a special occasion or if you ask him to be gentle. Otherwise you always know what to expect.

J = Jack Off If he HAS to masturbate, he does so whilst imagining a threesome with Jesse. He has a few go-to scenarios but he changes it up every now and then.

K = Kink Marcus has a huge pain kink. Hearing you whine when he places a hard slap across your ass and seeing the mark it leaves is so so sexy to him. The sound of his hand attaching to your skin and the sting that rises over his palm is something else.

He also likes seeing you in ropes, tied up and helpless. Unable to help yourself. But this only happens when you've been EXTRA bad, if you've teased him a lot around his friends. He wants to see you begging for him whilst also being unable to move.

L = Location The bedroom is good enough for him, easy access to everything plus you know that any position is achievable. The couch is an option if he's feeling adventurous.

M = Motivation When you trace your fingers over his thigh or chest tattoos. His thighs especially. It fucks. Him. Up. Or when you catch an attitude. Being extra cocky makes him hard as fuck.

N = NO He doesn't want to take pictures/ film the moment. There's always a possibility that someone could see and he doesn't want anyone seeing his girl naked apart from him.

O = Oral He prefers to give. The way your thighs tighten round his head as he eats you out? Him having to force your hips down because they wont stop bucking in pleasure? Give it to him.

P = Pace Rough, just like I mentioned. He's all over dirty, rough sex that will make you scream his name. Sex that will end in your body jolting in overstimulation, every part of your body being sensitive to touch.

Q = Quickie He is okay with quickies but no way does he prefer it to normal sex. He can't do as much to you as he normally would. But if you're in a place where a quickie is absolutely necessary then he will do it.

R = Risk He loves taking risks. Fingering you under the blanket when Jesse is over is his go-to. Knowing that he could hear or see at any moment really turns him on. Especially when he hears you come up with a cover up story to explain the reason you gasped out of nowhere.

S = Stamina This man never stops. He could go all night long and not get tired. Mentally, he keeps a note of how many orgasms you've had and each time he try's to beat his 'record', so you usually don't stop until he's close to reaching it, beats it or if you fall asleep...

T = Toy He may as well be a sex toy vendor. From vibrators with bunny ears to collars with the word daddy on them to bright pink ropes used to tie you up. He's all about toys.

U = Unfair He is very unfair. Especially when you're tied up because he knows there is nothing you can do to help yourself. During the day, he definitely has his favourite things to tease you with. Reaching a cold hand up your hoodie when you're in the kitchen, placing his hand so far up your thigh that his pinky can reach your pussy, pressing himself against your behind when you bend over to get something... The list goes on.

V = Volume He's vocal in the sense of dirty talk. He says some very filthy things to you. Using pet names that he knows drives you crazy. Calling you his little slut and telling you that you're a dirty little whore.

W = Wild Card He secretly enjoys watching you get yourself off. Using the vibrators or dildo's on yourself or gently spanking yourself with a paddle. He really enjoys it.

X = X-Ray Everyone expects Marcus to be packing, and they would be right. It's very big, sore if he uses it wrong but majority of the time he does a good job.

Y = Yearning The roughness of the sex would depend on how often he needs it. If you have slow, romantic sex then he needs it more times in the week but if it's roughest of rough, he will give you some time off.

Z = ZZZ Everything, including you, has to be clean and tidied away. Any toys used will be left to soak in some hot water and you will be tucked in bed before he goes off to sleep.