#i don't wear a brace but i do have a fucked up knee

[forpiratereasons]

having reviewed (see: watched obsessively) the first three episodes, there doesn't seem to be any sign of ed's knee brace. there are two explanations for this. the first one is the very boring doylist option, which is that there was some real-life reason taika couldn't or wouldn't wear it (fit, ease of use, restricted movement, etc).

the second reason is much sadder but more interesting one, which is that ed has made a deliberate choice not to wear it. "but his knee will hurt!" yeah it's self-harm. it's self-sabotage. it's self-punishment. that he doesn't deserve to wear it, or that it doesn't matter, that a little extra pain doesn't matter. it also will slow him down, and make him slower and slower on raids, in front of the crew - it makes him an easier target, in other words.

interestingly, ed doesn't wear it in either dream sequence either. in stede's dream, this is maybe meant to signify that ed is healed, that he's in no pain. in ed's dream, this probably means the exact opposite - that he doesn't stop hurting himself even in dreams.

I'm interested to see if the knee brace shows up again as ed begins to heal. but whether the brace shows up again or not, i'm always gonna think of that knee as Fucked to Hell, a thing which can be so personal. plus, others have said this in more depth, but whether a person uses a mobility aid like the brace, or the frequency with which they use it, is not dispositive as to whether they're disabled.

[onsunnyside]

Ok but like I could see JJ absolutely humiliating the reader while fucking her

are you in my head bc i've been thinking the same thing: i know jj is a softie but what if 🫣 we take a drive down the heartbreaker road ??

mean!JJ: He's the kook's number one enemy, the local troublemaker, and always up to something with his pogue friends. You know all about his mischief-streak, and truthfully, you're scared of him since he pulled that gun on Topper. He's the kind of guy your friends warn you about, but you don't have any friends apart from Rafe, Topper and Kelce. They're the same group you've clung to since childhood, and now you proudly wear the kook princess crown.

You're so happy in your carefree bubble, following them around like a little pet. Everyone knows you're strictly off limits because the kook prince has a thing for you. No one would dare to test him or even think about you in a certain way... well, everyone but JJ.

"Oh, look at that, your boyfriend is calling you." He snorts, glaring at Rafe's contact photo glowing on the screen, "he's gonna have to wait."

You pull off with a lewd pop, saliva coating your lips and smeared down your chin, "he's not—he's not my boyfriend."

"That's not what everyone else thinks, and that's not what he's going around and saying either."

That catches you off guard, and your heart swells with hope as if you weren't on your knees blowing his enemy, "Rafe likes me?"

Oh, you were dumber than he thought.

"He's not gonna want you after this." JJ slips his ringed-fingers into your open mouth, prying your lips apart and spitting. The heavy dollop lands on your tongue and slides to the back of your throat. "You think he'll kiss you after sucking my cock? You think he'll even look at you knowing you fucked a dirty pogue?"

He sees the glee on your face transform to regret, your features melting into a sorrowful mess. If the music weren't so loud downstairs, he would surely hear your heart breaking.

With one hand, he jerks his length inches away from your face. His fist slides up the slick skin and he steps closer, effectively trapping you against the bathroom door.

"What's with the waterworks, baby?" He'd be lying if he said your tears didn't make him rock hard. It was your fault for being so pretty when you cry, how could he resist you when you look that good?

"I-I've liked Rafe for so long... I didn't know he liked me back." And now look at you. JJ was right, Rafe wouldn't speak to you ever again if he found out.

"What do you know, hm?" The blond chuckles, meanly slapping your cheeks with the tip of his cock. The messy trails of pre cum are only a mockery of your tears.

"JJ, wait—" You try to turn away, but his foot slides between your thighs, the worn leather of his boot pressing up against your wet panties.

"Do you think they keep you around for your brains? Oh, sweetheart, I hate to break it to you but you've got none."

There it is again, the delicate pout on your lips and that expression of pure despair. He wishes he could take a picture, and forever memorialize your misery. Maybe even send it to Rafe for his own sick entertainment.

JJ shifts his foot, grinding along your clothed core and rubbing your swollen clit. The cry you let out is not only from sadness but also pleasure.

Your mouth falls open in a moan and he takes the opportunity to slip back in, the bulbous head hits the back of your throat and slides deep. Your eyes shoot open and you quickly brace your hands on his hips, but it's no use. He pushes forward until his full sack hits your chin and groans loudly when your throat tightens.

"Atta girl, who knew the kook princess was a cockslut?" His tone drops and his hips build a pace, it's slow but thorough.

He's so thick, your lips burn at the corners as you struggle to take him from tip to base, again and again. Sloppy noises fill the bathroom, your choked moans silenced by the fat head of his cock hitting the back of your mouth with every thrust.

"You wanna know—fuck, something else, baby?" JJ grunts through clenched teeth with his palms on either side of your head, his thumbs digging into the tear-and-spit-covered flesh of your cheeks, "he likes you, but that ain't gonna stop him from fucking someone else tonight. So you should stop the weeping and do the same."

[teeny-tiny-revenge]

Came across this in a fic again and I have to vent for a moment here: Ed's hair isn't unclean or not taken care of. Ever. Even at his lowest, in the first two episodes of season two, his hair is light and blows with the wind, it's got perfect waves, there is zero grime in it. Impossible Birds Ed hair has clearly been fairly recently washed, combed out and conditioned. Ed canonically loves soap, and you don't get that hair without owning a comb or brush and frequently working oil into it. He's at sea! The air is salty! It'll dry out your hair, but Ed's hair doesn't ever look dried out. The day he decides to commit suicide he puts his hair up into a lovely bun, with whispy stands framing his face. I have no idea what some people are watching, because Ed taking meticulous care (and most likely also putting pride and love) into his hair is clear, on-screen canon.

Like, if you want to write about how he was neglecting himself in his depression Kraken era? There's plenty there for you on screen as well! He sobs all night, probably sleeps on the floor if he sleeps at all. He doesn't wear his knee brace. He drinks and does drugs (and admits to that being poison to Frenchie!). He's pushing everyone away, he's pushing himself hard into a role that made him passively suicidal even before the breakup depression. He doesn't watch his back during raids At All. There's so much self harm there to address. If you want to, it would probably be plausible to add him not bothering to properly care for any wounds he might obtain during a raid. But he clearly doesn't neglect bathing and hair care. They're probably the only elements of self-care he actually still does during this dark time!

Even rock bottom Ed doesn't neglect his hair. And that says things about him! It's also something I'd love to see actually addressed in fic (will probably write it myself one of these days...): Taking good care of his hair, putting on jewelry, doing his makeup, these are things that seem to bring Ed joy or relief in his darkest moments. Where's my fic about these quiet moments of self-care being a straw he clutches to when everything else is terrible?

I love a good bathing together/doing each other's hair fic. It's intimate and loving! And Stede and Ed are prime material to write a mutual caretaking and bonding over it couple! Ed canonically loves soap and taking care of his hair! And Stede brought an entire fucking bathtub on a ship, the wonderful madman. S1 Stede's hair is always carefully curled, and we know that's not its natural state (it's wavy but not in this manner) from seeing him in S2, away from his certainly plentiful bath and grooming equipment. Stede probably has an hour of daily hair routine! We know he has nice smelling, probably expensive soaps. Where's the fic where they share in this?

There's so much potential! They can show each other their favourite care products! Sometimes they'll work on each other and sometimes not at all! Ed's rich hair oils will make Stede's hair all sticky and weird! Ed will think it's hilarious and adorable, he'll try to ruffle his hair and make it stick up worse and Stede will pout! 🥺 He'll look like this, just with weird spiky hair! One ill-advised day they try putting Stede's curlers in Ed's hair and then they almost can't get them back out because Ed's hair is so long and has lots of natural wave and it'll cling to the curlers and it's awful (they laugh about it afterwards, once Ed has very carefully brushed his hair out again and it no longer pulls at his scalp).

Makeup was a thing done by men and women at the time, especially for aristocrats (as seen in Episode 5), so Stede will know his way around hoity toity makeup, meaning rouges and whites (contained lots of lead, yuck!). Meanwhile Ed does pirate costume makeup for Blackbeard endeavours, that's a whole different thing. And both of these are makeups they don't actually enjoy doing (Stede avoids heavy makeup for the party, and Ed's Kraken makeup is part of his whole Everything Is Awful And I'm Making Myself Feel That look). But we see Ed do nice makeup that seems to be him! On his supposed to be final day on Earth, he cleans away all the Kraken coal, he cleans up his cabin, he gets rid of drugs, booze, Izzy (everything that was harming him), he does up his hair really nice and in a style that's very much Not Blackbeard, and he puts on a gorgeous bit of eyeliner that really brings out his eyes. And now that they're safe and happy together, when Ed decides he wants to look pretty today, not only can Stede lose his marbles over the look, Ed can also show him how to make his own eyes pop like that. They can stand in front of their mirror together, giggling and trying not to poke anyone in the eye.

Like. This is a fancy bathroom items for fancy bathroom items couple. They will bond over their love of bubble baths and nice smelling soaps and soft oils for hair and skin! They will learn each other's routines and how to do them just right for them. Let Stede learn that Ed loves his baths scalding hot (Stede has to wait a while for it to cool before he joins him in the tub because he'll get all pink and lightheaded). Let Ed learn how to put in Stede's curlers for him if Stede wants his hair to look extra fluffy the next day. Let Ed learn to massage Stede's back and Stede learn to massage Ed's knee. There's so much potential for loving caretaking with this ship. The trope doesn't at all require Ed to not know or not want to take care of his hair and hygiene. Fuck's sake.

[calirph]

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓: 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒, 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍.

All these sentences were found on pinterests about romance, longing, pinning, sweet whispering, dirty talk and intimacy. Those that are intimate and smutty are label as such so please beware. Change names, pronouns, locations as you see fit.

For former lovers, separation and the longing:

I wish we never met, you are too hard to forget.

You don’t even know how beautiful you are.

You broke my heart. You killed me.

I just miss you all the time.

There is only one heart in this body. Have mercy on me.

For you it’s all just a game, isn’t it?

We all have our seasons, my issue is that all remind me of you.

I’m jealous of everyone who can see you everyday.

We will meet again in our dreams.

Perhaps in another life. . .we would’ve worked.

I don’t care how complicated this gets.

I wish you loved me like I love you.

Am I not good enough for you?

I wish it was easier to hate you.

Just because I let you go doesn't mean I wanted to.

Please stop making me think you are in love with me.

What is this? Whatever we have, it’s not longer simple.

You knew I loved you and you broke my heart anyways.

You left. I woke up one day and you were gone. Not even a goodbye.

I love you and it’s killing me.

Come back alive and I’ll say it. Come back to me and I’ll say anything you want.

I’ll wait for you, but don’t take forever.

I wish I had met you a long time ago.

You are putting words in my mouth.

I might be heartless but you are naive.

You’re right I don’t want to feel anything.

You are scared of the way I make you feel.

I have loved you since we were children.

Stop denying what happened between us. 

You keep saying it was just an affair. But it wasn’t. 

Who hurt you?

I’ll always find you.

Wherever you are, if you need me, I will find you. If you need me.

You don't need to say a word. I never expected you to feel the same.

You are still searching for me in every woman.

Intimacy between lovers, nsft:

You can control what I eat, what I wear, who I talk to.

Good girl, you are taking it so well.

You are making me proud.

This is just for you.

You're taking it so good.

Eyes on me while I fuck you, baby.

You like that, uh?

Lift your hips for me, love.

Mine. Only fucking mine.

If you can still walk, then we are not finished.

You say we are friends, but friends don’t know the way you taste.

Dirty and loyal, that’s my girl.

You deserve to be fucked until you can’t stand up.

Shh, just a bit more. That’s it.

There you go, that’s a good girl.

We have to be careful, we can’t fall in love.

I’m going to eat you up.

I’ll do things you never forget.

We are lovers, we can’t stop loving.

You little aristocrat, I want to fuck you. Teach you things, humiliate you.

I never stopped wanted you. I want you now so bad.

Maybe I should get on my knees and worship you.

Lift up your dress.

You don’t need pleasure, you need shivers.

I want you in my mouth.

Tie me up, tell me I’m yours, take control.

You got to be quiet or someone will hear you.

Does it get you wet? That someone might walk in?

Bend over, hands on the bed.

Brace yourself on the wall. 

Are you going to come for me? 

Come inside me, please. 

You like a gentleman who knows how not to be gentle.

I can’t hate you. Not like this. Not now. 

The taste of you is so addictive. 

Do you want me to turn over? Take me from behind? 

Oh, I thought you were mad at me.

Wet my fingers for me, sweetheart.

Use that mouth of yours. 

Move with me, grind on it.

Did he ever touched you like this?

Don’t let a single drop go to waste.

Strip for me.

Do you let all your enemies fuck you like this?

Open up for me.

Don’t come until I give you permission.

Have I not been a good girl?

I learn fast. Does that feel good?

You deserve the best, because you are my good girl.

I'm going to ruin you.

[strangerxperv]

Eboy gamer Eddie Headcanon

Warnings: SMUT, Minors Mine Elsewhere (NSFT/ minors DO NOT interact (I will hunt you down), Squirting, fem reader, curvy reader, Eddie is a Dom and a tease, breeding kink, voyeurism, reader is a thirst perv and a geek, Eddie is hot and know it, this is modern au, and Eddie is kinda mean (he gives you a lil slap).

Eboy/ Gamer/ twitch streamer Eddie Munson x Curvy perv geek fem reader

Eboy Eddie fucks so good that you never make him wear a condom or pull out

Eboy Eddie that creams your cunt so full your mouth waters for another filling.

Eboy Eddie makes you warm his fingers when you watch horror movies or gameplay.

Eboy Eddie who makes you sit on his lap during stream with his cock secretly stuffed inside.

Eboy Eddie loves when you beg to cum and desperately hump his unmoving hand.

The way you pout and sob is obscene. His thick cock can't help but get hard but he doesn't wanna fuck you yet. He refuses to give in to his throbbing erection.

Needy pervy you is his favorite and he has to stream soon.

He has his cock stuffed in you half way through streaming. You're dressed in one of the (oversized) hoodies he sells online. He sells up to a 5 XL and you love feeling small. It's large enough to hide your sopping cunt split on his dick.

Eboy Eddie makes the excuse that you're shy and nervous to be in stream. That's why you're facing him and not at all because you're face would give it away.

On cutscenes Eddie sneaks his hand down and rubs hard harsh circles on your stiff clit. The only time you can cum is during a cutscene. But they're never long enough and he ends up edging you instead.

By the time the stream has ended your cunt is swollen and puffy. Clit so hard it's easy to spot while it twitches. Slick doesn't drip it pours out of your debauched hole.

He makes you hold your hoodie over your fat heaving tits. So he can see all your pretty curves and rolls. Eddie lays a sweet kiss to your tummy before sliding down.

Between your legs he lays a quick kiss to your clit when your hips thrust up, he pulls away. Eddie's dark eyes watch your face. The way your eyes roll up into your head and even cross ever so slightly. Plump pretty lips gasp open while you arch your tits out.

His smirking lips press another soft kiss to your clit. And another. Then another.

"what's wrong baby?" Kiss, "why're ya so whiny? Hmm?" Smooch, "boy got your cat?" Lick, "does it hurt?" Suck, "aaaaw..." Kiss, "don't cry baby."

It's only when you're sobbing fat tears and babbling that he finally takes pity on you.

Finally he's throwing your clothes off and taking his cock out.

The first thrust into you feels like ascension into paradise. You're so warm. So unbelievably hot in every way. Your cunt has never been so receptive to his cock, so open. So fucking wet.

Each rough thrust sounds with a slapping shlick schluk schlak sucking accompanied with the creaking of the bed. The metal head board slams into the wall denting the dry wall. Whines from both you and Eddie echo around the room.

"Yer tits are always pretty but I love how they look right now-" He gives you a particularly hard thrust bracing his hands under your knees. Even with your legs pressed into your amble chest they bounce. "-Fuuuuck, maybe you should stop taking your birth control," another harsh thrust as his rough hands tighten, "That way I can see how they'd look full with milk."

Eboy Eddie seems like the kinda guy that's not serious about anything, especially relationships. But you're different. You belong to him and he belongs to you.

His fans have begged him for an onlyfans and he would have if Eddie hadn't met you. Now he wants you all to himself.

He can't imagine sharing this expression with anyone, maybe Steve.

"Wanna feel you cum pretty baby. C'mon, please? Please cum-" He's desperate to feel you clench and quiver around him almost as much as you wanna cum, "Touch your clit, now." He's begging you but don't forget he's still in charge.

Your small hand slides between your legs and dips past your clit. Fingers slipping on either side of your split pussy to feel him fuck into you.

One of Eddies hands deliver a soft slap to your face before making gripping your face, "I said touch your clit, dumb perv."

It's a reprimand that you love and has you rubbing your clit like he did earlier, harsh and fast circles.

"Good-" THRUST, "Fucking-" THRUST, "Cunt" THRUST, "So god damn tight!" His thrusts keep fighting that sweet G-spot while you rub your clit. And it's your undoing.

Your eyes roll back and your jaw unhinges in a silent scream as your cunt splashes Eddie. He doesn't stop or even slow down as more squirts out of you. You drench the sheets and the mattress under you as Eddie fucks you thoroughly.

His hips piston into you at a deeper angle to lay bitter sweet kisses to your cervix, "Want you to cum again, one more. With me, wanna give you my babies."

This orgasm is different than the one before it. It hits your nerves and makes you tingle from your toes that are curled to your tongue. Your entire body is pulled taught as you let out soft, "Ah, aha, aaah!" It's too good.

The most satisfying part of this experience is feeling Eddie fill you up with his own cum. He's rooted deep inside you throbbing and twitching against you. Eddies face is blissed out having finally cum after teasing you most of the day.

Eboy Eddie is the kinda guy to gently pull out of you and clean your body up while you fall into sleep.

He's the kind of boyfriend to change the sheets and move you to whatever side of the bed that's properly cleaned. He's the kind of guy that works around you while you sleep but still getting the job done.

Eboy Eddie gets himself and you water and snacks or a meal while you rest. He even grabs you a pair of pretty cotton panties, one of his shirts, and a pair of long socks.

Eboy Eddie looks like someones wet dream with zero strings attached. But he's 100% attached to you.

I listened to this while I finished the second half of it. If you like Eboy Eddie feel free to send in asks about him.

[love-islike-abomb]

Hail to the king

Roman reigns x Astrid (OC)

"hail to the king! Hail to the one! Kneel to the crown! Stand in the sun! Hail to the king! Hail! Hail! Hail!"

Warnings: smut, errors I may have missed

Tag list: @reignsangel444 @acknowledge-reigns @mzv11 @marchm-langdon @mandeelemons @pittieprincess22 @wrestlingprincess80 @weirdgirl16355

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I hadn't expected to see him shooting a scene in what looked like a throne room! Gold blocks all around, him wearing a suit with no undershirt, exposing part of his tattoo, muscular chest and looking dreamy asf! His hair slicked back into a neat bun was the cherry on top! He looked good enough to eat!

I tried to go about my day as normal, running errands for the director, making sure he had his coffee, keeping the public out of the venue, the usual work for an assistant. But everytime I would look up I would catch him looking at me with lustful eyes, that smirk on his face. I bit my lip several times to keep from moaning out loud. He'd smile everytime he saw me flustered. He was enjoying teasing me. I can't say I wasn't enjoying it.

When the day ended and everyone went home, I had stopped by where he'd been filming to say a proper hello but he wasn't in the room. I shrugged thinking he must have already left, it was 9pm after all. I turned around to go back to my office, turning down the hall I heard shuffling coming from the room. Just before I reached my door he walked out still in that suit. I smiled "I figured you'd left already! It's late!"

He reaches his arm out to brace himself on the wall, he towered over me "I was looking for you. I wanted to say how I enjoyed our little sessions today. I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable!" He smiled. His smile made my heart flutter.

"oh no! Not at all! In fact I enjoyed in myself!" I said mentally kicking myself. Astrid you idiot! I think he knew the effect he was having on me. He moved his arm away from the wall an walked towards me, pinning me between him and the wall "your boldness is highly attractive! I like a woman who knows what she wants!" He winked at me.

"I need to get into my office and get a few things before I head out!" I said. I guess part of me was trying to lure him into my office to shut the door. The idea of him fucking me on my desk was making the heat pool between my legs. He stood outside the room though which disappointed me. I walked back out with my things and he walked with me down the hall until we reached the room he had been filming in earlier before he walked behind me and leaned towards my ear.

"I saw in your eyes today how you wished you could have been fucking me on this throne! Bouncing on my cock!" He growled. I bit my lip, my mouth watering at the thought.

"don't be shy baby girl! Theres no one here!" He said walking to the chair and sitting down. He patted his knee and I nearly screamed at the sight "come sit on daddy's lap!" I walked towards him, trying to contain my excitement. He took off his jacket, motioning for me to do the same with my cardigan. Slowly I took it off letting it fall to the floor.

He stood up taking his suit pants off, pulling them down his thick thighs, pulling his boxers with them. I took my dress off when motioned for me to, revealing my black lace bra and thong. He licked his lips, making my thighs clench "come ere baby girl!" He motioned. When I reached him he grabbed my thong and pulled it off throwing it to the ground. I turned around my back facing him, before lowering myself onto his hardened flesh "uhn! Fuck baby!" He groaned, his massive hands gripping my hips, moving me up and down his length. I leaned forward, using his knees for balance, sliding myself up and down him, the sound of our juices mixing and skin slapping against skin filled the room "that's a good girl! Bounce on my cock!" He growled "the way that pussy is gripping me I think you're close! Cum on my cock baby girl! That's it!" My fingers dug into his legs and my whole body tensed.

"fuck baby girl! That pussy is gonna milk my cock dry!" He growled, digging his fingers into my hips, working us both through our orgasms. His grip on my hips loosened and I fell backwards into his chest "fuck!" I said trying to catch my breath.

"that was incredible!" He said "I know this may seem like a crazy thing to ask but do you wanna have dinner with me tomorrow?"

I smiled "I'd love to!"

[suguwu]

kita x f!reader, oral (reader receiving), reader wears a skirt, established relationship

minors and ageless blogs do not interact.

"Let me."

Kita's already kneeling before you can protest, one hand wrapped around your ankle. He undoes the strap of your sandal with a quick flick of his deft fingers.

You gaze down at him, at the way his gray hair has gone silver in the genkan's dim lighting, the black tips like thunderclouds. He's focused solely on the task at hand. Something in you pangs.

"Up," he says softly, rubbing his thumb over the bone of your ankle, the callused pad catching slightly at the thin skin.

You lift your foot without a word. He slips the shoe from your foot and sets it to the side.

He undoes the other sandal's strap. He drags it free slowly, the leather strap gliding across your skin. He helps you step out of it, his grip firm as he balances you.

When he glances up at you, his amber eyes have gone whiskey-dark, deep and heady. He smooths his strong hand up your calf and leans forward to dot a kiss against the side of your knee. And then he nips at you, a pinch of pain that he immediately soothes with his tongue.

"Shin," you breathe.

He presses another little kiss against your skin, fleeting like a summer storm. His hand slides higher, until his fingertips are just beneath the hem of your skirt. He's still looking up at you with those dark eyes, an acolyte at your altar.

"Can I?"

"Yes."

He rucks you skirt up around your hips and holds it there. He presses another kiss to your knee before he trails upwards, kissing along your upper thigh gently. You shift in place.

"Don't tease," you tell him.

"Just takin' my time."

He punctuates it with another kiss, high on your inner thigh. You can feel the heat of his breath against your cunt. Then he's nosing at you, pressing his face between your legs with a soft sigh.

He shifts forward so his shoulders are spreading your legs wider and you suck in a sharp breath as he dips low, laving at your dampening underwear with his hot tongue. He nudges against your cunt with his nose again and you shudder with it, dropping a hand down to tangle in his hair.

Your skirt drops on one side as he lets go of it to hook a thumb into the gusset of your panties and pull it aside. The first flick of his tongue is soft, almost exploratory, a slow drag against the length of your cunt.

"Shin—"

You can feel the way he smiles against you. Before you can say anything about it, he flattens his tongue and drags it through your folds, sending sparks skittering under your skin. He ends at your clit and sucks it into the wet heat of his mouth. You hiss in a breath.

He rolls over your clit with his tongue, adding pressure as you clutch at his hair. He sucks at you and those sparks become embers, simmering through you.

Kita eats you out with careful thoroughness, as he always does. He pulls away from your clit and ignores your groaned complaint, dipping back to lick across the length of your cunt before he moves, bracing your thigh against his shoulder.

He sinks his face back between your legs with a quiet groan. You shudder as he nudges at your clit with the ridge of his nose as his tongue traces over your fluttering hole. Your thighs shake. You're dripping on him, your slick smearing across his mouth and chin.

You moan as he spears his tongue deep into you, your walls tightening. You rock your hips against his face, curving over him like a fiddlehead fern.

His fingers sink into the meat of your thigh as he coaxes you to rock forward again.

"Fuck," you pant as his nose presses into your clit again, undulating your hips to chase the pleasure pooling golden in you. He laves at your walls, getting as deep as he can with his tongue. Your thighs tighten around his head and he nuzzles against your clit again.

You cum with a low, desperate cry, the embers roaring into a forest fire. Kita braces you through it as your thighs clamp down around him.

He lowers you down to the genkan's step when you go jelly-legged. You lie back on it, still panting as he ducks out from underneath your skirt. Your cheeks heat at the sight of him; your slick shines wet over the lower half of his face. He's dark-eyed, his lids hooded as he rests his chin on your lower belly.

"God, Shin," you say. "What was that?"

He smiles at you. There's something like laughter caught up in the corner of his shining lips.

"Welcome home."

[luke-hughes43]

my fucking knee | luke and stella

this could end up as a full fic. this is pregame nerves and a knee flare up for stella. poor stel🥺

(I'm kinda gonna leave this open ended in case we wanna add more angst??)

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stella's pov

so today was the first day of the big ten tourney for softball. we play tomorrow as the 3rd seed in the tournament behind northwestern and michigan as 1 and 2. we came out to watch a few games and see how it was looking.

when I woke up today, my knee was definitely hurting. I slapped my brace on and just went about my day. we had practice and stuff around the game times and everything.

and I made sure to have luke's game up on my phone to support him at worlds. this was supposed to be my homecoming, I'm back at michigan and all of my family and friends are here except for luke and mackie who are still playing.

I'm nervous as fucking hell for this because I have so much to prove since I haven't played in the postseason in 2 years. I really need Luke to be here.

the day of our game, I wake up in arguably the worst pain i've had since I tore my knee. like it's throbbing. I can barely get out of bed to get my knee brace on. the girl I'm rooming with is a breakfast thank god, and I end up just on the floor in pain.

I call Luke in tears, "babe?"

"woah, stella, what's wrong?"

"my fucking knee. it's throbbing. it hasn't been this bad since I tore it. it hurts so much Luke." I cry out to him. I scoot over to the fridge and grab the ice out of it to put on my knee but it's still killing. he says calmly, "just breathe for a second sweet girl. you're ok. are you wearing your brace?"

"of course I am. I'm sitting on the floor in the hotel because it hurts to put pressure on it. and I have ice on it. I just wish you were here Luke." I force out through the tears. Luke sighs and says, "I'm facetimeing you."

he changes the call from a phone call to FaceTime and smiles softly when he sees my face. he says softly, "how can I help stel? should I call Bella or any of the guys or mom?"

"I just need a hug from you. and for you to drag my ass out on the field. this will be my first time playing with the brace in a month babe. I'm just scared that the pain is trying to tell me something."

"have you twisted it wrong or been hit there or felt any other pain lately?" he reasons. he's trying to calm my anxieties which is helpful. I explain, "it hurt yesterday while we were hitting. and just in general but I was wearing the brace and that made it decently ok. but today is worse than yesterday and it hasn't hurt all season besides normal aches until yesterday."

"does your coach know?" he asks.

"you already know the answer to that."

"so then tell your coach and don't do anything strenuous until you have to. I know you wanna play so I'd never tell you not to baby but I still want you to be careful."

I nod and he smiles, "go kick some butt for me baby. I'm cheering you on as always. bring it home ok?"

"ok." I smile back at him. he says softly, "I love you Stella."

"I love you too Luke. thank you."

"always sweet girl."

he hangs up and I stay in my position with the ice for as long as possible before gingerly getting ready for the game and putting the big brace on rather than the little one.

[dyushas]

I return two months later with another people standing image but this time it's Younger Character Designs for the Wayfinder Trio, because I don't think they should look exactly the same for four years straight of their adolescence. So this is how I imagine them when Ven had only just arrived in the Land of Departure

Thought-process notes under the cut (mild spoilers ig):

Terra:

-I think Terra is a creature of habit and has been dressing mostly the same since at least puberty, especially since his style is the most like Eraqus' (in my opinion) and I think most people would copy their parents less as they get closer to adulthood instead of more, but what do I know? Idk what I'm even talking about half the time. It's ultimately vibes, I just think that's his brand of autism. But I had to do it at least a little differently to justify the drawing

-Obviously he is like four years younger or something here so he's not as good at things yet or he would've just taken the Mark of Mastery then, so he's got a wrist brace to show he has fucked up his wrist. To show he's still not good at things. I am very intelligent

-I didn't want to draw the full arm piece but I pretend it's because he hasn't worked his way up to handling that much extra weight on one side yet

-I think the red shirt and the patterns look nice so I also did that

-Aqua cut his hair and she isn't that good at it

-I think he's meant to have brown eyes

Aqua:

-She's got so many flowy bits in her canon outfit and I think it probably took her awhile to achieve the kind of control needed for those to not just be a hazard, so at this point she's a younger teen and she isn't there yet, but she can still afford to add a bit of flair

-I was looking at ballet warm-up clothes like those trash bag shorts cause she's got this dancer thing going on

-She and Terra have the same style of shirt because I thought it would be cute and emphasize their closeness as well as the fact that Ven is somewhat of an outsider here at this point

-She has a knee thing. She hurt her knee. She probably fell trying to figure out that fuckass twirl she does sometimes or something

-She cut her own hair but had Terra help with the back. Mistakes were made

-Terra's nails are painted, too, I just drew him with the wrong hand position to show it. The two of them have been the only other kids around for a good while so they hang out when they're supposed to be asleep sometimes to study their keyblade stuff and then get distracted with something silly and joke back and forth, and they paint each other's nails and share clothes sometimes, although this is getting harder cause they're less and less the same size. And then the next day, Eraqus has to tell them off because Aqua is mad Terra's hogging the bathroom and now they're at each other's throats. Just the way it is

Ventus:

-I can write off everyone looking the same in the flashbacks in BBS cause it was a PSP game and they'd already made a lot of new character models so like. I can think "it was just a practicality thing, they probably didn't actually look the same back then" but Ventus also has the same outfit in UX and I pretend I do not see it. There's no way. He needs something else, his skin is sticking to his clothes. It's just not right, it's not ethical, he's only a boy

-I let him keep the waistcoat though cause it feels SO UX era, everyone in that damn game has a little waistcoat and then no one (?) in the console games does. So my thought process is that this one thing is for SURE from tha past and he just keeps wearing it. He's a little vintage

-He has shorts because ummm :P

-Sora had shorts both as a little baby in BBS and a larger baby in KH1, and then as he's been depicted as less kiddish and more teenaged they have him in those cropped pants now. So it's a Sora parallel. Shorts are just the little boys garment

-"But what if his legs get cold?" Well clearly I thought of that

-He has no armor bits because at this point in time he's just been through a lot of trauma and has only just woken up from a mild coma (for him), so he's all kinds of unwell and I don't think he's really doing any proper training yet. Eraqus already kind of babied him in the main story, so he was probably truly swaddled back then. He's dressed for COMFORT

-This meant he also needed different shoes so I drew some. They're not very remarkable

-I gave him a little jacket because I tried drawing him just without one and I didn't like it, he didn't look enough like he spends his days skulking around and looking sad and not getting to hit things with his keyblade, so I gave him something haori-adjacent like it's maybe something Eraqus had lying around and let him wear like how my mom starts putting her jackets on me when she thinks I'm acting sick. But it has black and white checks on the sleeves because I had to put them SOMEWHERE or else it wouldn't be right and every other option I could think of sounded ugly

-I CAN'T EXPLAIN THE LEGWARMERS, I just wanted him to have a unique silhouette that makes him look like he's been sitting the fuck around

-He just has the same hair as he had in UX, which is his original hair but shorter

That's it unless I forgot something in which case you can ask and I may or may not have an answer.

I might also draw Vanitas in this time period even though I'd just give him the same outfit he always has since it's a magic outfit or whatever, but like for the sake of imagining him Small. Vote now on your phones if I should or not so I can disregard it and do whatever I feel like anyway

[yandere-daydreams]

i was thinking about mirror sex w/ trey bc i feel like he'd be into that, but then i got distracted by remembering that he wears glasses and that his vision is horrible without them.

so like ,, do you think he keeps the glasses on during sex? would he have to be like obscenely close to the mirror for him to actually see?

tw - implied dub/c0n, slight power imbalance, and slight infantilization.

trey always struck me as the nurturing, dominating, ever-so-slightly (read: extremely) patronizing type, so i'd argue that he wouldn't take off anything before deciding he's going to make you watch yourself get fucked in the nearest full-length mirror, let alone his glasses. he's a causal guy, all sweetened coercion and gently-applied pressure, and you're far more likely to find yourself pulled onto his lap in the middle of your study session, delicately stripped of the lower half of your uniform, and coaxed into watching as his fingers slip into your entrance than anything more blatant. you won't even realize what's happening, not until you're bracing yourself against cool glass, sobbing quietly into the palm of his hand while the other holds you up by the waist, keeping you on your knees and vulnerable to the way he thrusts into you, only ever pausing to kiss the nape of your neck and mutter praise, tell you how pretty you are, how good you're being for him. you might end up completely exposed by the end of it, vulnerable and strung-out on the floor of his dorm room, but he'll be able to clean himself up, wipe the condensation off of his glasses, and get back to his textbooks in a matter of seconds. you really don't have to worry about trey.

just try to keep an eye out for yourself, alright?

[lastoneout]

Starting to think this really is a me thing, but like I guess I've never viewed fashion so simply as "if the way you are dressing is bad, just dress differently, it's a choice". Maybe it's because I have sensory issues but I legit have always dressed in clothing that Is Comfortable. That is my be-all-end-all goal. Practically, comfort, and then stuff that I think looks nice. And every time someone has like, tried to get me to dress differently because I'm "doing it wrong" I just end up feeling uncomfortable and going back to what I used to wear. (Once I even had a bully tell me that they wanted to sign me up for 'What Not To Wear' and when someone explained the show to me I was like "oh, okay, so my worst fucking nightmare"). And that's not to say I don't change my style or try new stuff out or whatever, or sometimes what I find comfortable changes, but like....if the clothes I find comfortable go out of style I don't care, I'm just going to keep wearing them because they're comfortable.

And like, now with my knee braces basically the only pants I can wear with them are yoga pants, and I know people think just wearing yoga pants is "bad" but like, I have to wear my braces as close to my skin as possible, the skinniest of skinny jeans are still thick enough to get in the way, and I HATE skirts so like, I have to wear yoga pants. This is not a choice. And if someone mocked me for it and tried to justify it as "I just want you to wear more flattering clothes" I would be pissed bcs it's not a fucking choice and I don't care if it's flattering, I care about not fucking up my knees!

I guess I just find it interesting that people do view fashion as something that is easy to change, because for me it really isn't.

[thedisablednaturalist]

Office disability culture is so fucked in environmental science and fieldwork. Like the mindset that to do the job you have to be in perfect physical health or you should just quit. Like I'm not talking about something that is 100% physical labor here, everything is mostly achievable with aids and you don't need to be able to do every single thing. But there's this weird like..pride..that my older coworkers have. They work out in the gym and brag about how many reps they did. They tease each other for having medical issues. They don't ask for accommodations because they fear that their legitimacy will be hurt. That it means that they can't do their job anymore. That they won't be TRUSTED to do their jobs anymore. That it will get taken away.

So they FURTHER hurt their bodies by not resting, not taking breaks, not using ergonomic equipment, not using safety equipment. Not drinking enough water. Not using mobility aids when they are so old that it's supposed to be acceptable. They don't use the scooters at the grocery store, they don't use their handicapped placard, they don't use knee pads or compression gloves.

And here I come in, 24 years old, looking perfectly healthy. And I use walking sticks, I sit down a lot, I have my care bag, I have a ton of gadgets for making fieldwork more comfortable, I have boundaries and limits, I wear braces and knee pads and compression gloves. I use my handicapped placard.

They react in one of two ways:

1. How DARE I. I'm so lucky to be young and no one sees THEM having to do all those things (literally nothing is stopping them but pride). Like old man if you need a break take a fucking break. I'm not going to hurt my health to make you feel better about hurting yours. I'm not risking a flare up to spare the 65 year olds feelings. Im gonna take my break and use my equipment cause my boss doesn't care as long as the work gets done. I'm tired of glares from 100 year olds making themselves struggle across the parking lot when they could also be using the fucking scooter. (I never take the last scooter, there's always another available. Also it's not my fault if walmart only provides 2 scooters for the whole store).

2. It shows them its okay. Its okay to need aids. When I first showed up at my job it was very...macho..everyone was afraid of seeming old (theres probably only 3 of us under 30 in the whole department, most people are at least 50, mainly 65 year olds). Then they saw me using my walking sticks, taking my medicine openly, bringing a chair with me when working away from my desk, using my TENS unit. I overheard one lady ask her granddaughter what fibromyalgia was (apparently she had spotted my pain tracking journal).

My older coworker with a bad knee got a walking stick like mine and beamed when she showed me. The grandmother uses a cane and a walker interchangeably and more often. I get asked where I get my little portable fan and pocket heaters and special clothing. Even abled coworkers are doing it. My coworker who's younger than me sets alarms to take breaks now just like I do. People seem more comfortable using things that help them now.

My boss has really struggled. He has a lot of internalized ableism and hates thinking of himself as crippled. He spent his whole life physically active and strong and all these health issues and overexertion are catching up with him. Like he did environmental testing in areas with fucking radon. He did work where they threw asbestos around like snow for fun. He's done a ton of really hard physical work. He grew up with the mentality that pain was just something everyone has to push through. But I think seeing a young person make the choice not to push through is helping him a bit. He wants to make his own walking stick, he goes to the doctor more. We bond over having constant medical issues and I even gave him the name of my surgeon. Yea he still says stuff like "shoot me if I have to use a wheelchair" (not as much anymore since he now knows I use one) but he's getting there.

Yeah so I've had this in my drafts for a bit and I wanted to update that my boss has been walking around with a fucking broken ankle for the past couple of weeks. He thought it was just arthritis pain and eventually couldn't take it anymore and went to the foot doctor. The doctor has no clue how the fuck he's been walking on it. Now he has to wear the boot and he's banned from fieldwork while he heals.

Older people and the elderly need to learn that it's okay to not push through the pain and ask for help. Everyone needs to learn this, and not be like my fucking boss. Go to the doctor, get that sore joint checked out. Get those tests done. Use that aid. Stop walking on a broken ankle just because you can.

[kokushibouthings]

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Pairing: tomura shigaraki x reader

Content: Reader is a streamer, AFAB/female reader, Non con(?), reader is into it, reader has a "perfect" body + not specified eye color skin tone nor hair length and color(?) , readers wearing a medium lengthed pencil skirt, non con(?), Sub reader

Side note: yes, tomura has a finger or two lifted up every time he grips onto something. No asking why I don't bother just putting it in.🤬

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I slightly bite my lower lip angrily at the fact I failed to kill the creeper without it exploding

"Damn it... Now there's a hole in the ground!"

Grabbing the dirt blocks, Not bothering to fill it in and just covered the top in return of chat spamming; "How could you do that?!" "Fill the hole up.." "Cursed."

I scoffed a little confused, "since was not filling up a creeper explosion cursed..?"

I notice a chat, with the same user I always see in almost every livestream I do and repost videos of my livestreams. "It wasn't cursed ever."

I found it a little cute, Having a long term fan always coming onto my streams.. "Thanks for agreeing, AFORP" I always noticed that user even though the chats were honestly a bit fast at updating.

After a few minutes in the livestream.. Almost finished building your minecraft base and a mob spawner farm.

[ AFORP has donated 270 ---- ]

Do you love me?

I listened to the text to speech while half focused on the game, "Sure I do." I replied barely really caring at all not noticing who even donated...as the chat spammed wtfs or stuff like did you get a boyfriend.

After a while, I decide to end the stream after 2 and a half hours. Finally getting to stretch and fall into my warm mattress grabbing my phone. I noticed I was starting to run low on cash and desperately needed to pay a LOT of bills...

Boldly deciding to start an onlyfans, Setting it up overnight before getting some sleep and continuing in the morning...

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I post the pictures embarrassingly, in hope of getting some cash. Desperate times are desperate needs.

Surprisingly, and shockingly. The first one to comment on the video about my recently updated bio with the OF link was AFORP..

"God you look so fuckin' pretty.. Just wann' rip you apart so bad." I read, Taking it as sarcasm replying to his comment; "Do it." Thinking he wouldn't...

Oh you were so wrong and in for one hell of a ride of your life.

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Your legs were spread apart as his legs were between them, with your hands completely being pushed down against the mattress with his open palms lifting some fingers up making sure to not decay the bed,

As your wildly jackhammering your legs panicking since you're very much aware of the fact he's the one of the infamous notorious villains, He takes his hands away from yours to scratch his neck with one of his.

"Weren't you the one who told me to do this? Why are you so afraid now?" You backed up in the corner of your bed completely terrified for your life.

As he just practically climbed on the bed, Heading towards you. "E ...—eek! What do you want from me?!" You yelled out squirming closing your eyes, knees into your face ready to brace any pain

"Are you fuckin' stupid? A lil' disappointin for my favorite streamer who was apparently fearless to be afraid of me." He grabbed your hand, Forcing you to lay down on your back having him hover over you. You took a bit processing what he meant..

"are you AFORP...? suddenly I'm not so scared of you.." Your eyes looked into his, Confusingly having the most notorious villain wrapped around your finger.

"You should be cause I'm gonna fuck your brains out till you cry and beg." He flips you over having you lay on your chest this time, Grabbing onto your hair yanking it so hard as if hes trying to find out if you're wearing a wig..

"Wh...–what the fucck– stop! Stop! that hurts!!" You cry out already telling him to stop, "How about you be an obedient little slut? Can't believe you're already begging when I only just yanked on your hair."

Slapping your clothed cunt, Having you yelp at his action... As he works his zipper down, shortly before lifting up your skirt and folding it to get a better view of your ass.

"God you look so fuckin' perfect with those laced panties, How about you spread your legs a bit wider?" He lets go of your hair, Making you almost just fall onto the mattress face flat... Luckily you got on your arms.. But.

At this point, you just give in and obey him spreading your legs a bit wide open, if you knew he could practically just kill you within 5 seconds if you disobeyed would you still try to rebel against him? No. exactly.

You look behind you to look at what he's even doing.. "Well If I'm your favorite streamer do you mind going gentle atleast.." He scoffed, "Sure, whatever. That's the least best thing I could probably do for you." He enters slowly, but fuck he was still so fucking rough and painful.

"W—wait don't you have a condom..? What if you'll get me pregnant I don't want to be known as the most infamous villains wife or whatever..." He takes a hand to his neck, Scratching it annoyingly.. "I know what I'm doing. I won't cum inside, happy? Now stop fuckin' talking before I might hurt your dumbass."

You could feel every hot, rough inch and veins of him inside of you. God he was pretty ugly from far away but you had to admit he was a lot hotter in this time close up.. I guess he grew up a little bit. And his hair is longer– wait why do you care about that? Anyway continuing...

sloppily thrusting inside of you, hitting your g-spot every single thrust... Shortly moving onto a quicker rough pace with you squirming against his length..

A few fingers slide down near your velvet lines, rubbing his fingers against your cute little bead "Godd you're so wet, I bet you were hoping for something like this to happen. Just...heelplesssly wat–tching me ...—po..-und you like a whoor...re" Although you desperately tried to cover your mouth with the palm of your hand, low soft moans escaped your lips..

"f.... –fuck..Mmngh, Aa..Ah! ssh —..hiit.." You whimpered, squirming and shaking badly under his touch, A streamer who was apparently fearless ruined in around 4 minutes..

His length abusing your cunt, as a finger rubs against your clit in circular motions consistently after sliding it up and down..

You were already about to have your 2nd orgasm, feeling the same knot in your stomach about to rip as tears dripped down onto the bed sheets accompanied with drool

You could feel him shortly pulling out, releasing it all over your back as you just collapsed exhaustedly..

"Don't worry, I won't just leave you here. I guess I'll help clean you up... Didn't get you to beg at all but whatever" But he ended up doing it only after a few minutes of playing around with your chest and a 2 minute break...

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You wake up to be alone, with a completely different set of clothes and snacks on your desk.. Confused about what happened. (yea you barely remember anything 🫡)

[puptoy]

The following fantasy includes: a little bit of piss, werewolves, cnc, outdoor sex, stalking/voyeurism, facefucking, talk of breeding, possessive behavior, musk/scent marking, humiliation, gender play (a sub with a pussy who likes to crossdress/present masc, referred to as "bitch" a lot, "wife" one time, "boy", and with female anatomical terms), size kink

Imagine you're a werewolf (or some other pent-up and feral beast of your choosing) and I wandered too far into your territory. There's nobody out here in these beautiful woods as the sun starts to set, but I'm new in town, so I figure it's a lucky coincidence. I think I'm extra safe because I'm wearing masculine clothes; people don't tend to bother me for hiking alone when I look like a guy. Big hoodie, cargo pants, my hair cut short but grown out a little shaggy.

But you don't care about any of that. You can tell just from my scent that I'd be easy to breed. And more than that - you can tell I'm lonely. Can't smell any other humans on me. You don't normally do this, but you're so pent up yourself... Something about me is driving you to desperation. You follow me at a distance for a little while, just to be sure it's me that has you reacting this way, aching, your cock heavy and swollen half mast just from thinking about it. And as the full moon rises higher, you keep thinking: this little human is here for me. Why else would they come here? Has to be for me. Your instincts keep telling you I'd be a good little mate.

Finally, you see me looking around a little clearing, the ground padded with soft clover. I check over my shoulder to make sure I'm alone and can't see you (humans have terrible night vision, poor things). You watch me pull my hoodie up and hold it between my teeth, exposing my tummy, the place where my hips curve up to my waist, the little trail of hair that goes down from my navel. I unbutton my pants and push them down along with my boxers, stepping out of one leg, then the other, bent over, exposed. You see the way I carry weight on my soft, plump ass and thighs and you think about mounting me.

Then I squat down low to relieve myself. And I just look so vulnerable like that, my thighs spread out wide, a hand braced against a tree for balance as I try to keep from stepping in my own mess. You can smell things I don't even know about myself; you know I'm ovulating. Your eyes fix on my pink pussy, on display for you, and your instincts take over entirely.

By the time I hear your low rumbly growl, it's way too late to run.

I make a pretty cute effort, though. You chase me for a few yards, easily catching my arm and pulling me against you. I freeze for a moment, feeling you solid and hot against my back. You're huffing against my neck, licking and grazing your sharp teeth against my shoulder, making me shiver.

You're so keyed up at first, it's hard to get words out, but you've heard communication is important in relationships. You manage a low, "Bitch. Wife. Mine."

Shocked out of my freeze, I jerk and shake my head, coming up with the first panicked excuse I can think of. "No, ah, oh fuck, I'm not- I'm a boy, not your wife, wrong person, sorry-"

You don't see how that should matter when I was clearly made to be yours. You push a hand up under my hoodie and touch me all over - my belly, my waist, my soft little tits - while I squirm and gasp and try to get away. Twisting me around so you can kiss me, you lick into my mouth until I've settled and then speak against my lips. "My boy. Bitch boy," you insist.

I make a noise that's half shame, half gut-punch arousal. I didn't know being called names like that would turn me on so much. Amused, you lick my neck. I moan. As far as you're concerned, that settles that.

You pin me down hard under your heavy body so I can barely move, but I still thrash when I feel you pushing one of my knees up to part my legs. My heartbeat is pattering so quick I sound like a prey animal. You slide a hand down my hip, between my thighs, laughing softly when you feel it, murmuring, "So wet." And then you're rubbing little circles into my clit, honing in on what makes me wetter until slowly I go from struggling and kicking to softly whining and spreading my legs a little wider for you.

You purr, "There, that's right, good boy." You tell me you're gonna take me right here. That you're gonna keep me in your den and breed me over and over. Mate me, keep me. I'm out of my mind, but I nod and say "Yeahhh" as you let your fingers dip lower.

You feel my slick entrance, watching the way I lift my hips to chase the touch. I spread my legs even wider. Your fingertips press into me, and even that is a snug fit at first. Even as wet as I am, it'll be a struggle to fit your cock in me. You can see it when we grind against each other - your thick, monstrous breeder cock bobs down under its own weight, the length of it going up past my navel. You tug my hoodie up and lap at my sensitive tits to soothe me, but you think it's cute how tense and tight I get around your fingers when I notice how big you are, how deep you're going to get inside me. "Oh god," I breathe, "It won't fit, we can't, I can't-"

You grind against the crook of my hip, getting off on the thought of making it fit. Your mate is so cute, so soft, so easy to push around. You pull your fingers out of my pussy and shove them in my mouth, growling, "Suck." When you feel my tongue moving obediently, you nuzzle my chest, proud. "Good. Mine. Gonna be a good bitch, use your lil' cunt, train you t'take it. Mount you every time I need it. My cocktoy, good boy, mine..."

Perfect. It's all perfect and you love me, love your mate. You could fuck me right here but you're too impatient, so you just keep going, making possessive promises and playing with my mouth while you frot against me. You rub and hump against my belly, my thigh, my hip until you cum with a feral whine, long ropes of thick cum landing on my skin. And that's... Mm. You like that.

Oh. Fuck. You don't know what it is, but you like that a lot.

You gotta make sure I smell like your bitch.

Making me kneel on the ground, rubbing your cock on my face, making me lap against and worship your full, heavy nutsack. Rubbing you cockhead against my lips, smearing them with pre until I open up and suck. At first enjoying the way I suckle and swirl my tongue around the tip, then grabbing a fistful of my hair and sighing in pleasure when you push into the tight squeeze of my throat. I'm trying my best to swallow around you but it's just too thick. Such a mess, drooling down my chin, tears in my hazy eyes.

Cum against my open mouth and tell me not to swallow until you say so. Bite an obvious mark into my neck, and then finally stand back up pick me up. Take me to your den and keep me.

[withahappyrefrain]

Abby do not get me started.

This is giving DILF who hasn't been able to fuck his wife because his kids constantly demand their attention plus the youngest one has been having nightmares and has been crawling intro their bed, and all the other follow suit and he can't kick them out. So this is after him and his wife go to special event and they fuck in the bathroom

Oh....I.....wow. 18+ inspired by the recent pictures of AG in a tuxedo

Your back was pressed against the wall, the tile cool against your skin.

"Peter," You did your best to make it sound like a warning. Like when you saw your kids reaching for the cookie jar.

It was hard, considering your husband's hands were all over you.

"Y-you're supposed to be supporting your colleague for their latest finding-fuck- of some new particle." His mouth had latched onto your neck, alternating between biting down into your skin and soothing it with his tongue.

"I don't understand how you expect me to focus on anything other than how fucking stunning you look," Peter gasped.

You're one to talk, you wanted to say. You hadn't been able to take your eyes off of him, ever since he walked out of the bedroom in that suit. With his slightly tousled hair and the beard he said he would shave, but never did (thankfully).

Peter's eyes had been burning into you all night. You knew how much he loved that dark green dress you were wearing. You were quite certain you two conceived your second child the first time you wore it.

And now here you were, back pressed against a walls in the bathroom as your husband's hands found their way underneath your dress.

Peter dropped to his knees, pushing the fabric up to your hips to reveal the lacey black underwear you had on.

"Can this not wait until we get home?" You asked as Peter guided your legs so they stepped out of your panties. He tucked the cloth into his pocket, not even bothering to hide it.

"You know damn well that's not gonna happen. And I think you also know how bad I've been wanting to fuck ya." His hands traced up your legs as his head inched closer and closer to your core.

Peter was right. Absolutely right. Between work, Sophie's soccer games, Ollie's ballet lessons, and Ben's latest nightmares about a goblin, the two of you haven't had any alone time.

Well, at least it was a single-room bathroom instead of a bunch of stalls. Didn't have to worry about anyone walking in.

His mouth was hot on your cunt, his tongue diving into your folds. Fuck, it had been too damn long.

Your hands found their way into Peter's hair, gripping onto his darkened locks. The friction his beard was providing against your thighs was sinful.

"F-fuck me, please," You whimpered.

"I thought you said this could wait," He teased, nipping your thighs.

"Well, I was wrong," You admitted. You needed him, inside of you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he stood up. The sound of his zipper caused your thighs to clench, all worries about getting caught leaving your head.

He had tenure. Plus, there were way worse places on campus to have sex. You still can't look at his desk without thinking of the time Peter had you bent over it.

Peter wrapped your legs around his waist, positioning himself at your entrance.

"You gonna be a good girl and be quiet or do I need to cover that mouth?"

You hissed at the sensation of his cock beginning to enter you. You braced yourself for the stretch that would come from Peter fully burying himself inside you.

"Gotta answer me baby," He whispered with that stupidly hot smirk that made you clench around the tip of his cock.

"Why don't you fuck me and find out?" You gritted through your teeth. Because of course Peter would be the one to initiate and then tease you. You shouldn't be surprised at this point, you had been with the man for over ten years and had three kids with him.

Peter slammed his hips against your's, eliciting a yelp from you. You quickly burried your head into his neck to quiet yourself.

"Fuck, baby," Peter whispered, "You feel so good."

You nodded your head, whimpering. It really had been too long.

Hopefully no one needed the bathroom. Because you wouldn't be done for a while.

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okay! can i request platonic sbi + tubbo and ranboo headcanons with a reader who uses knee braces and a cane for chronic pain in their knees? if you don’t wanna write it that’s fine :)

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★Sbi + bee duo with reader who uses a knee brace and a cane★

a/n: sure i can write that ^^

Request: yes/no

Prounouns: they/them

Philza:

•So first of all, he'd wait for you when he's taking you somewhere

•He'd also tell someone to slow down when the two of you are walking with somewhere else

•If you were joining him and someone else on a blog, he'd probably take the paths that are easier on you

•He'd also try to avoid long stairs

•Hes also avoiding floors that make recently been mopped/cleaned just incase you fall over

•If your moving somewhere, he'd also offer to move most of your stuff for you

•However he'd be asking if you wanna go back to your house just incase your knee gets too sore

•Overall he just cares about his friend

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Wilbur:

•He's tall so you may have to remind him to slow down a bit

•If you drop your cane, he'd be extremely quick to pick it up for you

•He'd ask if you wanna take an elevator instead of something else since it'd be easier on you

•But he'll also hit his head on the elevator door/opening

•He has a spare cane in his care for you just incase you forget yours

•If your pain gets too bad he'll go over to your place and help you put your knee brace on

•Another person who offers to carry the heavy stuff for you

•If your in the amusement park blog, he'd offer to go onto the rides that don't cause much pain to your knee

•If he ever did an irl stream and a chatter comment on how slow you were going, he wouldn't say anything, he'd just ban them

•If someone mocked you for having to use a cane, he'd probably say "Fuck off you lifeless person." And continue walking with you

•And if anyone comments on how you walk slowish, he'd flip them off

•In general he just wants to be a good friend for you

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C!technoblade:

•Okay so he'd probably insist you live near the syndicate

•Why? Because your chronic pain in your knee makes you an easy target for people that want leverage on technoblade

•But he also wants you to be safe since your a close friend of his

•He's constantly checking in on you to see how your feeling

•He's making sure he knows where your cane is at all times

•He would also borrow one off C!Philza if you loose yours

•He'll try to make armour that you can wear while still having your knee brace on

•But he probably won't give it to you unless your being attacked

•He'd probably have a potion of strength with him at all times for you

•And if he's away taking down a government, he'd probably get someone else like ranboo

•Although while he's in prison he'd probably get Phil to check up on you daily

•'Could you also look after [name]? Their house is at -1904 42 3291, thanks'

•However being friends with him is risky because he is a wanted person on the server

•But your also protected by him a fair bit

•When your going around the server, he'd probably be following behind you just incase someone wants to take your cane

•Or knock it away from you

•But he also has a spare knee brace for you incase you forget yours

•He usually keeps the spare close to him just incase you need it

•But if you ever fell in the snow he'd help you up and pick up your cane for you

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Tommyinnit:

•He'd jokingly call you an old person but he wouldn't go too far

•He would probably carry everything for you

•Like your groceries, furniture packages ect

•He'd also forget that you have chronic knee pain so he'd probably tell you to hurry up a few times before he realises

•However he will flip off anyone and everyone who gives you a weird stare, the 'Why do they have a cane?' kinda stare

•He's also interupting people who whisper about you

•He'd walk up to them and say "Do you mind whispering about my friend? And you suck at whispering so fuck off"

•Hr has no shame in slowing down for you if you need him to

•He's probably taking you to different places a lot but he'd make sure it's not too painful on your knee, Like rides at amusement parks? He's probably going on the slower ones with you

•But he'll try not to get in your way, like if you want to do something yourself, he's not gonna insist he does it

•Because he still wants you to have your freedom and he doesn't want you to feel like your not able to do something

•However when your sitting down he will take your cane and pretend that he won't give it back

•But he actually will give it back after a while or when you go to stand up

•But he may also mess around with your cane, like drawing random patterns with it or fiddling with it

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Tubbo:

•Now tubbo is a lot more relaxed compared to the others, he won't insist he helps you with stuff he knows you can carry but he will help with heavier stuff or when he sees your struggling

•He will however walk long distances to get you something, like if you want ice-cream but the store is a whole away? Don't worry about it he'll get it for you

•He will constantly make you have a break after doing stuff

•"No [name], you gave to take a break, even for a bit"

•He'll try not to put too much pressure on your knee though

•And he's constantly asking if you wanna stop for a while

•He's side eyeing anyone who comments on you using a cane, and he'll probably take you away from them

•No matter if your taller or shorter than him, if somewhere you need to go has stairs, he'll help you up them

•He'll open the push/pull doors for you if you have trouble opening them

•He's also checking if you have your knee brace on

•If you forgot yours, he'd buy you another one

•If you ever needed your cane cleaner, he'd offer to clean of for you

•Carrying your small items that you can't carry

•When he does subathons, he'd probably invite you to them a lot since their chill and you don't have to put pressure on your knee

•If someone has to walk off the road, he'd probably offer instead of you walking on the road

•He'd probably also avoid steep stuff when he's with you

•If you say your knee hurts, he'd stop what he's down and sit you down for a while

•If your knee brace gets worn out, he'd offer to buy you another one

•He'd also try to reassure you that he doesn't mind doing all this for you

•He just wants you, his friend to be comfortable and not in pain

•He'd also pay attention to how often your knee starts hurting really badly so he knows roughly when to stop something

•If your pain gets extremely bad, he'd ask you what he can do to try and stop it

•Even if he can't, he'll still try to make you in as less pain as possible

•He'll also try to cheer you up when your pain gets really bad with memes

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Ranboo:

•He'd probably be a bit clueless for a while in what chronic knee pain is

•But once he figures out what is, he's offer to help you with a lot of stuff

•You need your cane? Don't worry he'll get it for you

•But he'll also drop things quite often, like something he was carrying for you, he'd drop it accidentally

•He'll give you a piggyback ride if you've forgotten your cane

•It may grab some attention in public though

•A lot of picking you up if your comfortable with it

•And for some reason he has a spare cane on him most of the time?

•Like if you two are driving somewhere, and you realise you forgot your cane, he'd just have one chilling in the back seat

•He'd also bring you to beaches with no rocks

•Since you have chronic knee pain he won't walk too far though

•And he'd also make sure you can use your cane on the sand

•He's also making his chat aware of your chronic knee pain so when he does an irl stream, he won't have to keep explaining why he keeps slowing down

•Anyone who complains about your speed, he'd just pretend he didn't see

•If the two of you are walking near night, he'd walk a bit behind you so no creeps try to approach you

•But if someone if rude to you or complains about you using a cane, he'd just ignore them and say "C'mon [name] let's head over there yeah?"

•In the end he just wants to relax with his friend (you) with them being in as less pain as possible

•Oh and he'd have a bunch of spare canes and knee braces for when you want to go over to his place

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