#i like my men a little stupid. if you couldnt tell.

[hatterstan-shameblog]

er, useless headcanon for Chishiya?

useless headcanon for chisiya is that he's actually useless. every fact he made up was a complete lie and every guess he made had zero evidence to back it up.

the cookies in the prison game? yeah he didn't notice anything, he just thought they were good. that bomb he gave kuina? he has no clue how to make a bomb, he just grabbed a soda can and some duct tape and made a go of it. the code for the card safe in season 1? he didn't have a clue, just thought "8022" was a good combination of numbers. man doesn't have a single thought floating around that bleached blonde head of his, he's simply unnaturally lucky.

[arsonist-twink]

ever check up on ur ex and be like wow. youve fallen off without me

[pacifymebby]

Peaky Blinders Headcannons

Tommy

🌿Calls you his angel

🌿He comes across as stoney and cold, struggles to show his adoration, but it all comes out when he says thay word. "Cmere angel," "You're my angel," "behave yourself angel,"

🌿Sometimes he really does believe you were sent from heaven to save him

🌿Or to test him... He's so hellbent on protecting you, preserving your innocence, not letting you get close to the darker side of him and his business that he almost loses you

🌿You're always trying to soothe him, to get under his skin, heal him. You're not stupid, you've heard he's a bad man and you know it too

🌿But even bad men deserve love and you adore him

🌿So you keep trying to look after him. At night when he has his terrors you hold his head to your chest and let him fall asleep there, your hands combing through his hair. You'll fall asleep with him resting there like that and in the morning when you wake up, he's usually woken up before you and moved so that its you resting on him. His hands playing with your hair. You know hes trying to pretend the terrors didnt happen, but you let him pretened. Its slow work getting a man like Tommy to open up, the fact that he let you hold him at all is miracle enough for now.

🌿He's killed for you, he thinks you don't know but you do. Of course you know, he's done it so many times, too many times to hide it. The first time it happened you put it down to coincidence. The man who groped you in the Garrison, he was an unpleasant man, exactly the type of man you could imagine would get himself into a fight he couldnt win. When he got stabbed with a broken bottle in a bar fight no one had been surprised. But when it keeps happening? Its hard to ignore the fact that any man who so much as looks at you for too long seems to end up dead or blind.

🌿Is haunted by dreams of you dying, morbidly convinced hes going to lose you, that youre going to be stolen from him. This is why hes so possesive.

🌿 Nothings going to happen to you because hes not going to let you out of his sight, there will always be peaky boys guarding Tommy's angel. But...

🌿 If something does happen to you, Tommy's calculating the cruelest revenge, the slowest most painful method of killing. Hes militant about it. He'll hunt them down. But he'll be so caught up in planning his revemge that instead of being gentle with you and holding you/comforting you, he'll sit at your bedside with a face of thunder, holding your hand too tightly, his mind far away, plotting the finer details of revenge. He will not sleep until the bastard who harmed his angel is dead.

🌿 He doesn't involve you in business at all, if he had it his way he'd keep you at home in the country forever, never let you leave the sanctuary of the home he's built for you.

🌿And why would you want to? Your doting Tommy has done everything he can to craft a little piece of heaven on earth for his little angel.

Alfie

🐻 You're far too young, precious and pretty to be sitting in this old mans lap but

🐻 Theres nowhere else youd rather be

🐻 An unforgiving brute to everyone but you, his "ziskeit" (sweetness). He goes 0 to 100 and then straight back down to 0 for you. By this i mean, he's threatening a man's life in one breath, evil in his eyes, cold and cruel with all that sadistic humor mixed in, but then upon turning to see you've slipped into his office by mistake, he drops his tone, speaks to you calm and quiet and soft.

🐻 Has a habbit of beckoning you over to him so that he can whisper instructions for you. He loves how obedient you are and how delicate you look when you tread soft and quick/nimble across the room to be by his side.

🐻 "shikseleh, go wait outside for your old man, thats a good girl, you wait for me and I'll come find you as soon as i can" "patience ziskeit, will you do me a favour? I want you to go find olly for me right, and you tell him, that i told you, that if he doesn't come get this selfish little bastard out of my office I'll kill him...."

🐻 Sending you on your way with a little pat on the cheek only to stop you as you get to the door... "wait a minute, wait... I forgot something very important didnt I... Don't swear..."

🐻 He knows he can't protect you and he doesn't want you to be too innocent - after all hes a dirty old man and there are things he wants to do with you that innocent girls just can't do...

🐻 But he likes to pretend you're innocent and hes determined to keep you good so there are rules. Alfie loves rules.

🐻 No swearing, no answering back, you're to do as you're told by him, youre not to speak to the men in the bakery (they aren't even allowed to look at you) and if you're going to sit down? Well you must sit in your old mans lap.

🐻 He hasnt had to kill anyone over you yet but thats only because he strikes the fear of god into everyone he meets. No one in their right mind would lay a finger on you. The men in the bakery know to turn their heads away and avert their gaze when you walk in looking for your old man.

🐻 He has thought about it many times however... What he'd do if anything were to happen to you. Thats why he wakes you sometimes in the middle of the night, his fingers stroking your cheek, his lips skimming your hair. He'll lie on his back, the weight of your sleeping body on top of his, his fingers tracing down your spine, your head held in the palm of his hand. And he'll hold you all night, thinking about the violence hed commit if anyone ever even threatened you.

John

🌼 Brings you flowers all the time, buys you so many pretty things. He doesnt think he's good enough to win you over with looks/charm and personality so this is how he tries to attract you. With gifts.

🌼 But you adore him, and you don't need all these gifts to attract you to him because youve only ever had eyes for him.

🌼 He's a little insecure, so he's always getting into fights over you. Nothing serious really, but if anyone dares to observe how beautiful you are, John takes offense. "She's too good for me aye? That what youre saying?" "Reckon you'd like to try a piece of my girl?"

🌼 Calls you all manner of sweet little pet names but his favourite is "little flower,"

🌼 You bring out the child in him, he's boyish and careless with you, will play fight, sneak up on you and make you jump just to hear you shriek and jump into his arms. Will chase you and sling you over his shoulder when he catches you.

🌼 Can't take his eyes off you, you really really ruin his cool. His brothers and sister take the piss and he often finds himself embarassed and blushing because they've caught him watching you again.

🌼 Worries about you, worries you will get hurt because of his deeds with the peakys, naively thinks he can protect you from everything.

🌼 When you are hurt he's both full of guilt/shame and desperate for revenge. Whoever hurt you is going to pay with their life... But his first worry is you, he won't leave your side until youre better, or unless you manage to convince him to go.

🌼 Is always always big spoon, even when really hes the one who needs hugging. He likes to wrap you up in his arms, hold onto you and bury his face in your neck. This way when hes hurt you wont know hes crying (you know but you let him pretend)

Arthur

🍂 Kind of whipped?? Dotes on you completely, his brothers think its imasculating but he just worships you.

🍂 Anything you want or need, he'll get/do/give

🍂 Knows he should do more to protect you from business but feels hopeless to do so.

🍂 More than this though he wants to keep you safe from himself... He tries to keep a distance from you, and when hes angry he wont see you, he'll avoid you... Which you hate...

🍂 He has it in his head that youre more innocent than you are until one day you catch him when hes feeling violently angry... Hes in the most tumultuous mood, his brothers pissed him off and he's all riled up on snow...

🍂 Hes storming down the night time street, going to find a whore to use up all his anger on before he goes to meet you... Just so he can calm down... Really hes doing it for you...

🍂 But you catch him and tell him to take it out on you... You tell him not to hold back but he does, he can't do that to you...

🍂 But now youve been together so long and he knows he wont hurt you... That you like it when hes violent with you. He'll be so rough with you, he'll choke you, slap you, throw you over the table, treat you so harsh, but he'll always say the sweetest things to you. He'll fuck you real hard whilst grunting the most complimentary and gentle things. "Youre my fucking cherub darling, my fucking little cherub..."

🍂 He. Has. Killed. So. Many. Men. Over. You. So many. Even before you were his, if he saw someone look at you, or flirt with you, or just talk about you, he'd cut in and tell them to watch their tongue. Hes been known to lose his temper over almost nothing, beat a man half to death over one glance.... But you, in your own fucked up way, kind of love that.

🍂 Likes to take baths with you, in the bath hes gentle with you. Will sit between your legs and have you wash his hair, your fingers massaging his scalp make him feel so calm.

🍂 You are the only person who can really calm him down and dull his pain.

🍂 He calls you his angel, his saving grace, because he believes youve been sent to save him, to heal him.

🍂 Lets you hold him when he's calmed down from a rage and is upset, lets you see him cry but isnt shy about telling you it bothers him. You are often big spoon at night, wrapped around him comfortingly. He will take your hands and bring them to his lips, kiss every one of your fingers and hold them close to his face.

Bonnie

🍀 You are his little dove, he hasn't used your real name since the day he learnt it, you have just always been his little dove.

🍀 Tries very hard to keep his innocent dove away from the peaky blinders. You haven't met them yet and Bonnie doesn't intend for you to.

🍀 He just feels so protective of you. Youre much smaller than him, he can pick you up with one arm and your hand feels so small held in his. The thought of you being in the same room as the blinders sends a shudder down his spine. Youre too good, too precious.

🍀 Always holding your hand, whenever he has the chance. Always doing things for you, making sure youre okay. He's absolutely obsessed with how small your hands are in comparison to his.

🍀 Even before you were together he felt protective over you. He would walk you wherever you needed to go, or give you rides on his horse. He socked another lad at the camp once for pulling your hair and trying to tease you.

🍀 It took him absolutely forever to admit to anyone that he actually had feelings for you...even though it was very obvious. He gets far too shy and blushes around you. He thinks the world of you and can't believe his luck. Hes absolutely giddy with pride whenever hes with you.

🍀 Is so sweet, picks you wild flowers, brings you little gifts. He made a little wooden crusifix for you once and threaded it onto a piece of string. Its not the most glamorous jewlery but you never take it off.

🍀 Always holding your hand, playing with your fingers. Likes it when you wear his jackets and shirts. Especially when he has to leave you and go to do work for Tommy. He feels as though having his jacket around your shoulders lets him keep holding you even after hes gone.

🍀 Hasn't killed for you yet... Would kill for you in a heartbeat...even tommy shelby.

🍀 Is nervous for you to see him fight in case it scares you, or makes you scared of him, because youre timid and because you were scared of him when you were younger and before you were friends.

🍀 But he also feels really proud when you come to his fights, he wants to impress you and make you proud.

🍀And he especially likes when you patch him up afterwards and carefully kiss his bruises.

🍀 Dreams of running away with you, the two of you going to live in a vardo together, far away from the peakys, somewhere safe, travelling together, always alone together.

🍀 Desperate to put a baby inside you, tells you all the time.

🍀 There were signs at first which you supposed you missed, but once you're together a little while he has a real soft dom side to him youre not expexting. He's determined to stamp out any insecuroties you might have, praises you all the time, always telling you how beautiful /pretty/adorable you are and...

🍀 They're never said out loud but he has rules for you. They aren't like alfies rules, they're not as jealous. But,

You have to look after yourself, he reminds you when you need to eat, he likes to be the one who washes your hair, he doesn't like it when you leave the camp on your own and especially doesnt want you going into birmingham without him.

🍀 When you look back you realise he always had these rules for you, he'd never let you off on your own, he'd always been over protective... And you also realise youd always complied amd been good for him... You don't know why.

🍀 Absolutely will not sleep unless hes holding you, likes to feel your body pressed against his with you sleeping on top of him. Will play with your hair and draw patterns on your skin. Unless its the night after a fight in which case youre permitted to hold him instead.

Isiah

🐀 Knows he shouldnt but definitely starts fights to try and impress you

🐀Is always a little bit paranoid that if he lets you hang around with finn and michael, one of them will steal you away from him.

🐀Over protective, puts on a front of being a fighter who's tough and quick tempered, but is actually just very sweet and in love with you.

🐀Is quite cocky, always flirting with you, really enjoys showing you off... Very tactile, always touching you. He is especially tactile around you in front of his friends and you know this is because he wants to remind them that you belong to him.

🐀Asks you who you love/who you belong to on a regular basis, multiple times a day. He'll catch your hand as youre leaving the room, pin you down in bed or up against a wall, get all up in your personal space and ask you... Won't let you go until you answer him so sometimes you stall on purpose

🐀And sometimes you hmmm and give him the wrong answer just to see what he'll do...

🐀Poor boy feels he has to prove himself and so usually you end up getting fucked real hard, only allowed to cum when he asks you the question again and you give him the right answer.

🐀Doesnt have to prove he's a man because he's so sure of himself in that specific way. Which is hot... You like the fact he lets you be big spoon sometimes, that he lets you cling onto him and nestle in as close as you can. Secretly he likes the feeling of being held.

🐀Does have a bit of a temper, will get angry with you if you've been flirting with other men, sulks if youve spent a lot of time talking with Michael or Finn. Doesn't like when you join in their teasing of him... Has plenty of ways to punish you for it later. Isn't gentle.

Michael

☘️ When you first met you thought Michael was just a mummys boy. You thought he was too soft for you...

☘️ My god were you mistaken.

☘️ Michael has an underdog complex worse than Tommy Shelby, he is ALWAYS trying to prove something. That he's a man, that he's a bad man, that you're his girl, that he's good enough for you...

☘️ Sometimes he speaks too harshly to you when hes in one of his moods but when he sees the hurt in your eyes he apologises, makes you come to him so he can kiss you and stroke your cheek. He never tells you he's sorry though and you always know hes going to do it again.

☘️ But you kind of like it like that. You like hos angry streak, it excites you, you want to know how far he'd go if you pissed him off. He wouldn't kill you, youre almost certain of that.

☘️ And besides you have the temper to match... If he ever slapped you he knows you'd hit him back twice as hard. Sometimes That is the only thing that stops him hitting you... Not his deeply ingrained principles about hitting girls.

☘️ You watch him change, no longer soft and easily bullied, but fierce, just as cruel, just as rotten as the rest of them... Part of you is sad to see his sweet side leave him but another part of you, and not a small part of you, finds it hot, exciting.

☘️ You like pushing him to his limits, arguing back until he snaps. You like seeing his temper flare and youll do anything in your power to make him snap.

☘️ He's unnaturally loyal for a peaky boy, at first you don't believe it when other people tell you they've seen him turn girls down because of you, then you think it's just a phase, he's got that new love obsession. But after awhile you realise his obsession with you is all consuming... He won't cheat on you because to him theres no point in fucking someone who isnt you. He wouldn't get any pleasure or satisfaction from dominating and owning someone else... Only you...

☘️ You argue and fight a lot, you both have sharp tempers and the relationship looks toxic... It probably is toxic, but you don't care. You set eachother on fire, breath life into eachother. You like getting into trouble with Michael. It started as partners in crime, the two of you against the world, and in many ways it is, youre ride or die, no one can come between you...

☘️ Except you love to make him angry. You love to push him over the edge so that he grabs you by the throat and squeezes, choking you whilst he tells you youre his, "you belong to me so be-fucking-have yourself you ungrateful little brat"

☘️ Youre spoilt because he spoils you and he loves to remind you. Hes proud that he can. He was raised a gentleman remember and he knows exactly how to treat a woman. When you're good you get showered in gifts and praise and kisses.

☘️ He likes to control you completely, down to the way you wear your hair and the clothes you dress. He tells you what to put on in the morning and if he doesnt like what youve chosen he demands you change.

☘️ And this is where his softer side comes out... If he doesnt like what youre wearing he demands you change, but he's the one who changes you. He undresses you, he helps you into your new outfit. If he doesnt like your hair he takes it out gently and fixes it the way he wants to see it. He wipes your make up off, tells you you look too much like a whore... His words are always so harsh but his actions so gentle and caring.

☘️ When hes done he'll say something like "there, thats better," and kiss you sweetly.

☘️ Hates it when other men talk to you, most men don't because theyve seen what has happened in the past but Tommy has no respect for Michael and no respect for your relationship. He doesn't even really find you attractive, but he will touch you, flirt with you, try to make you blush, just to piss his cousin off. And it works. And you'd be lying if you said you didnt try to encourage that behaviour because when Michael has something to prove...

☘️ Its delicious.

[0prettygirl-jay0]

~•little stalker•~ dabi x reader

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context~ your dabi’s little stalker, and one night on your usual following him around…he catches you.

•warnings• delulu reader, stalking, obsession, blood, dabi is five years older then reader, cutting is kinda mentioned.

•reader is kinda like toga but her quirk is blood manipulation (means she can use blood to make a weapon or anything.)

•highly recommend listening to: the red means i love you by madds buckly. ;)

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four months ago, i walked past a dark alleyway on the way home from work, blue flames lit up my eyes and blue light lit up the alleyway. my ears heard the screams of two men, begging and pleading for their life as they burned alive in the beautiful flames. i stood there expressionless, looking at the culprit, with black hair, blue eyes, and purple scars. who was smirking back at me with a raised brow. the smell of blood filled my nostrils, along with the smell of burning flesh, my eyes turning red. i ran and ran until my legs gave out, chest heaving from fear of my quirk and exhaustion.

for four months i kept seeing the black haired villain, whether it be by accident or on purpose. he intrigued me, the way his flames gave me that thrill, just like the way the blood trickled down my thighs, down my arms….that was a once in a lifetime feeling, the feeling of satisfaction or thrill or something else, not like i can describe it.

info ive found so far on mr. hot villian. i smiled as i look down at the notepad, going over every ounce of information ive gotten over the past four months. not a lot…

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•name: dabi

•height: 5’9

•age: 23

• purple scars that surrounded half of his body due to the heat of his quirk. name: blueflames.

•has hidden anger towards the now number one hero, endeavor. i have to admit their eyes have a similarity…

•dabi allies with the league of villains, but even then…he doesn’t seem to fit in.

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looking back up and at the southside view of musutafu, wearing all black for my usual stalk my man who doesn’t know he’s my man. i sat and huffed out of boredom on the edge of the roof building with my legs dangling and kicking back and fourth was where i spent my friday night, in the ghetto, across from me, the base of the league of villians where dabi had entered a few hours ago. leaving me to my thoughts and the cold night breeze of musutafu.

“unusual..” my cold breath hit the night air as i softly breathed out. ive never understood human society, they split the world in halves..heros and villains..what makes a hero? and what makes a villain? what right do people have to split the world by hero quirks and villainous quirks. what right do they have to judge? all my childhood, people had judge me, my life, my choices. my father told me the reason he left on my seventh birthday was because he couldnt handle living under the same roof as a monstrosity that killed his wife, my mother…he told me during childbirth i had stripped my mother clean, every last drop of blood was sucked dry. a monster is what “my family” called me, for good reason…what kind of child kills her mother, their creator.

“they say, strange fascination and..infatuation….a lunatic.” my hands rubbed down my face as i mumbled into my hands. all my life, due to my quirk i was pushed aside by society and looked down too…blood manipulation..the sound my vocal cords being produce makes sound waves which allows blood to flow and move at my command, thats as far as i know. ive always had this craving for his blood…for people’s blood.

“tell me whats suits your taste?…i just wanna taste.” i softly said as black hair and blue eyes filled my vision from afar walking out of the bar and onto the quiet dark street…finally. dabi’s steps were quick in pace with a blonde school girl trailing behind him. i hated her and that stupid annoying voice… not like im jealous of her, our quirks are almost alike but we’re definitely polar opposites. the cold breeze surrounded my body again as i started walking along the building ledges right along side the two. the thoughts of red liquid filled my mind. shit. i lost them.

“ouuu dabi! she’s pretty, can we keep her?! she’ll be my new little toy, and sucked dry!” toga’s squealing was heard from behind me. how the fuck did they get here so fast? my hair blew in the wind as i turned my head to look over my shoulder and my hood blew off.

“who do you work for? why have you been following me?” dabi’s calm voice was heard speaking now as i turned around fully. shit, he looks even finer in person…my daydreams came to an end as i saw blonde buns come into my view, i also felt the knife that went straight into my stomach. twisting slightly to the left and right, my face scrunched up a bit…finally. my blood drips from my bare waist down to my hips and into a puddle of blood, down at my feet and with a smile i looked up to stare at toga who yanked the knife back and took a few steps back.

“and ive always heard its whats inside that counts…” the two looked at me in shock as i walked towards toga, while blood continued pour out on the floor. bubbles rose to the top as if heating up.

“cause my insides are red, and yours are too, and the red on my face is matching you.” the blood formed behind me as i shaped it to be a knife similar to toga’s, a wound appeared on her cheek and arm, walking past dabi who stood silently with a smirk, my hips swayed and blood spikes impaled toga, her blood drip down on the floor as she heaved and tried to hold her body up to continue fighting.

“fuck….goodness your bleeding…what a wonderful feeling, your down and your pleading, my head is just reeling.” my eyes admired the blonde being struck with fear and covered in blood.

“your so pretty…covered in your own blood..” my soft voice spoke in the cold air, my red eyes looking down at the teenage girk, looking back at dabi who stood behind me with a hand around my throat.

“think you can handle me, doll?” his ego filled his words with venom, his hooded blue eyes staring at me and a smirk on his stupid, handsome face.

“the red means i love you, tasting your blood means i love you…”i whispered as my hips swayed side to side and i started walking the both of us backward, backing dabi into the roof wall. red blood spikes pinned dabi’s arms to the wall concrete of the roof. my red eyes looked up at dabi’s scrunched up face that tried to hide the pain he was feeling. my hands gripped the back of his nape to look down at me.

“dont follow me dabi..” i hopped off the roof ledge and went running into the darkness of musutafu.

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part two????🤷‍♀️ sorry if its ass, im so high rn.

[moneymasnn]

I mean it| Mason mount smut

Notes: IM BACK BITCHES!! This is my first smut in like weeks omg, the saucy gifs are back btw ;) Im so sorry I have no idea what this fic is lmao, it was supposed to be this dom cocky mase fic but needed up being really fluffy smut lol! hope you guys like it though xox (also sorry of there is any mistakes)

Blurb: One where you realise friends with benefits never works, or does it?

Warnings: smut, lots of swearing, dom male, throat grabbing, degradation towards female, ends with really sweet fluffy smut though!

“Don’t you dare walk away from me when I’m talking to you, y/n!” Mason shouts back at you, anger laced within his tone.

You had just dramatically stormed out of his car that he had just parked on his stupid driveway, that led to his stupid house.

“There’s nothing else to say.” You shout back. Crossing your cold bare arms over the exposed skin of your chest. Suddenly wanting to cover the intimate part of your body that your dress had failed to cover for you tonight.

You slammed the front door behind you, not bothering to take off your heels, just letting them click across the white marble floors as you stormed your way through to his kitchen.

You sighed from exhaustion as you grabbed a glass from one of the cupboards. The alcohol that had flowed through your veins hours prior is now gone, leaving you pissed off, embarrassed…and awfully sober.

Your ears pricked up at the sound of Mason opening his front door that you slammed in his face. You heard him pull off his trainers, as he made way to follow you into the kitchen.

You were just trying to avoid another screaming and shouting argument. Just like the one you both had shared in the car on your drive home from a shared friend's birthday celebration, held in a club.

Technically, he hadn’t done anything wrong, except for the fact that he wasn't yours.

You and Mason had been having this sort of friends with benefits relationship with each other for around four months months now. It was like you both do relationship things without being in a relationship, plus the sex. You both did say you didn't want the commitment of a relationship when you started this, and you were fine with that..

Fine until a friend of masons had shared some information with the rest of the group. Telling a story about the girl Mason pulled when they went to Paris for some fashion shoot a week prior.

It was never said that you couldnt sleep with other people, it wasn't like there was a legal document on the rules of your relationship, but for some reason, and with a little help of alcohol, the anger within you took over.

Conversing your plan over and over in your head now sober, you realised how much you fucked up. You clearly had hurt his feelings, all because you were just balancing out the double standards. He can sleep with other women, so whose he to not let you innocently flirt with some random men. After all, you were a hot, single woman.

He threw his keys on the counter top, making his way around to you as he rubs his red red face.

“You're just being dramatic.” You mumbled.

“Me? Dramatic? Y/n you were grinding up on other men in a club…in front of me!” He was pissed.

“Yeah, well maybe if you paid me some attention instead of practically throwing yourself at the skinny blonde model that was latched to your arm, i wouldn't have flirted-“

But he cut you off, storming around the kitchen counter, his destination set to be you.

“Oh shut the fuck up!” He shouted, throwing his head back.

He had never shouted at you like this before, and as much as it really turned you on, you could help but fear maybe you had pushed him too far this time.

Once he had fully stormed around the counter, now facing you, his hand had quickly found your throat as his fingers wrapped around the base like a glove, using the pressure of his palm to tip your head back so he was looking down at you. Smirking, he could feel you gulp in his palm, this satisfied him as all the power was now In his hands as you suddenly fell quiet.

“You want some attention, yeah? I'll give you some attention. Slut.” His last words shocked you, sending a direct pool of wetness straight to your desperate core.

He saw the way you whimpered at the use of the pet name, continuing to hold his eye contact with you as he knew exactly what you wanted.

And he was going to give it to you.

His hand that wasn’t gripping your throat fiddled with the hem of your dress. His fingertips lightly skimmed the insides of your thighs, as he continued to have your head pressed back.

“You want me to fuck you like the desperate whore that you’ve been acting like all night? Is that what you want?”

You quickly nodded as Mason continued to squeeze your throat until it was bruisingly tight, he then quickly let go, pulling back as he took a step back to examine your overly exposed body leaning back on his kitchen counter.

The position in which he had been playing with the hem of your dress allowed Mason to have a little peek at the underwear you had been wearing underneath.

He saw the color and immediately knew that no matter who you flirted with, you would still be ending up screaming his name that night. As he stood and examined you a little longer, the Mason pulled his gaze off your bare thighs, biting his lip as he nodded toward the doorway.

“Upstairs. Now.” 

You had tried to act all innocent, batting your eyelids, but Mason saw the smirk that toyed on your lips as he followed you out of the kitchen to the stairs.

He watches as you come to a hult by the door, starting to untie your heals.

“Y/n. I said go upstairs.”

You didn't even move another muscle before dropping the black wired lace wrapped around your ankle, walking up the steps.

He watched as you moved, agonizingly slow up each step. He refrained from making a sarkey comment because he knew your reply would be the heels, and he wasn't going to carry you up the stairs either, he was willing to make you grovel, just like you had done to him all night.

After making your way up the stairs you sat on the end of his bed, looking up at him as he closed the bedroom door.

“I'm not your slutty sex toy, or your whore. I don't have to listen to you, you know.” You sneered at him, causing his eyebrow to lift as he walked up close to you.

His finger found your chin as he raised your head so you would look him in his eyes. 

“You don't own me, Mason.” 

The cocky smirk on his face told you to carry on, but no more words left your lips as you fell quiet once again.

He scoffed before he placed his hand down next to you to balance on it on the silk black sheets of his bed, leaning down close to your flushed face. He moved so his hot breath was fanning your shoulder as his hands traveled up your bare thighs.

“I don't own you. But I do own this.” 

You could feel his smirk as his nose grazed your shoulder the same time his finger tips grazed your throbbing clit over your embarrassingly wet chelsea blue thong. The bud of your clit throbs against the pressure of his index finger, as Mason could have sworn he felt a pulse there.

Nevertheless, he proved what he needed just by your reaction to his simple touch. He scoffed as his other hand fiddled with the straps of your dress that were loosely hanging down on your shoulder.

“You're right y/n, I don't own you. I don't control your actions either, so it's definitely not me that makes you call me up at three in the morning so you can feel me inside of you? Begging me to come over just so i can fuck you.” 

“Because deep, deep down, you know no one has ever, or will ever, make you feel the things I make you feel, make you scream my name just to cum.”

Mason scoffs with a smirk at your flushed cheeks, his hand stops caressing your shoulder as he brings his fingers up to push back some of your fallen hair behind your ear, before he carries on.

“You're a whore for me, y/n. And I bet right now, you're dying to feel me inside of you? Right?”

His fingers slowly pushed your thong aside as his fingers traced up and down your soaked slits. As he started to make slow, smooth circles around your clit causing you to throw your head back in pleasure.

You tried to subtly spread your legs for him, but he had caught on to your wave of pleasure as he pulled away. Causing your eyes to snap open and immediately look at him.

“Tell me why you acted like a brat tonight?” He says in a shallow whisper.

After your long reply mason places his forehead on yours, “Y/n?”

“I didn't know we were sleeping with other people.” You mumbled, putting your head down, refusing to make eye contact with him as Mason stood back up straight, before joining you next to the bed.

“Me neither.” He shrugged so innocently, a huge juxtaposition to the way he had just spoken to you.

“What? Ben said that you got with some famous model in paris-” But mason cut you off, an almost offended look on his face.

“I didn't sleep with anyone y/n. I havent had sex with any girl other than you since we first started this- this weird thing we have going on.”

The room fell quite for a moment as you felt a wave of embarrassment fall over you. You couldn't go through with it, you went a model, you went a sex toy and you did have feelings. Feelings for the boy sat next to you, and it was tearing you apart.

“Mason, I need to go.” You said, standing up, pulling your dress strap up and the bottom of your dress down.

“What?”

“Please drop me to the train station, you don't have to drop me all the way home-” You quickly mumbled, looking around you to make you look busy, but in reality you didn't want to look at his face.

Mason cut you off as he stood up, grabbing your wrist, pulling you back. There was a long silence, all to be heard was Mason's loud breathing and the sudden gulp from your throat as he lightly smiled before crashing your lips together.

The kiss was one for the lips, the kind of intimate kiss so you could touch the other. The kiss was perfect, it was little but everything. It made you feel everything, and that scared you. When mason pulled away the first thing he could see was your wide eye gaze, now it was his turn to feel embarrassed.

“I just have one question, you don't have to answer it. And if you really want I'll get in the car and drive you straight home right now. But y/n, why would you be mad if i had sex with someone random girl?”

“Because- because” You sigh, taking a deep breath in hopes to stop your awful stuttering.

“I dont know!” you shout, “I can't do this mason!”

“Can't do what?” But you cut him off, throwing your hands in the air.

“This, I can't do this anymore. It hurts mason. When i stay here, in your house, for like three days and all we do is have sex and watch movies on the sofa and you cook me pasta. Then I go home and you won't call me until you need me again, but then when you do call I get this feeling and I just-” You stop for a second, steadying your breath.

“Y/n-”

You just sigh falling back down on his bed.

“You know how when we first started this, everyone said, ‘friends with benefits never work because someone always end up falling in love and getting hurt.’” You said.

Mason just sits back down next to you in silence, remembering when Ben had told him that when he told him about his situationship with you.

“I don't want to end this, y/n.”

You were about to protest before mason took one of your hands into his, “Y/n. I'm not going to hurt you, I swear.”

“But you will-”

“I can't, not when you could hurt me just as bad.”

You turn to look into his gorgeous chocolate brown eyes, the ones that made yours sparkle, the ones you had grown to love.

“Do you still want to go home?”

“I don't think so.”

“Good.”

Mason smiled before leaning in to kiss your lips, kissing them passionatly with a force and energy you had never felt before as he continued to push his lips onto yours. Letting his tongue slide across your in such a gentle manner you couldn't help but moan into his mouth as you latched onto his shirt. 

Mason continues to kiss you as you pull yourself up the bed, you head resting on his pillows as he continues to hover over you. He pecks your lips in between you catching your breath. The then attaches his lips to your neck, lightly sucking under your ear and down to your collarbone, right where he knew you liked it.

Your hands run through his thick long hair, pulling at it slightly as your legs spread more so mason can slot himself in between you, your legs wrapping around his back as the tip of your heels graze his lower back.

He was in bliss listening to the sweet moans coming from your mouth, he loved the noises you made, and most importantly he knew that he loved you.

After licking a long stripe up your collarbone mason pulls away, his eyes scratch to your puffy red lips to your glossy eyes. 

“You're the most beautiful girl in the world, you know that right?”

You didn't reply to him but he could feel you smile on his lips as he leaned down to peck you a few times.

You arched your back slightly, pushing your lower stomach into the dent in his jeans.

“Mase.” you moaned into his ear, letting him know what you wanted.

Mason pulled away before pulling your bunched up dress from the top of your thighs and over your head, before removing his own tshirt and unbuttoning his pants.

Once Mason was cald in only his pants he watched you pull off your bra before he leaned back down to kiss your lips, squishing your chests together as he wanted to feel you as close to him as humanly possible.

“Fuck.” He exhaled while looking down at your naked body.

“Are you sure?” He looks down at you, he didnt want you to think you were his sex toy, you were so much more than that to him.

“Please.”

With your sweet beckons in his ear, Mason leans down to kiss over the bruises he had already left on your neck, distracting you as his tip slowly pushes into you. His thrusts were painfully slow at first as the tips of your heads rested on each other as you were both looking down at his dick slowly entering you as he slowly drags it out. Waiting for you to feel comfortable, he adds a small amount of pressure to the thrusts making you moan in his ear.

“Let me hear you, y/n. I need to hear you.”

With every movement mason makes you coulndt help but grab his shoulder can moan lightly into his ear.

You could hear his slight curses on your skin as he buried his head into your neck, the chilling s ould of your name leaving his lips caused you to raise your hips. An abundance of moans left your lips as the feeling of mason deep in you.

Your eyes rolled back at the intimacy and pleasure that was rolling through your body, the sligh pants of masons opened mouth moans wetting your shoulder as you turned your head to continually kiss his temple.

This little act of intimacy waas what pushed Mason over the edge as he rested his forehead on yours to look into your eyes. The sound of harsh skin slapping echoes through the air and you both continuously moan into eachothers mouths.

“I love you.” He couldn't hold it in anymore, not when it had been tearing up at him for months.

“I so fucking in love with you, y/n y/m/n y/l/n.”

You giggled on his lips before pecking them gently, “I love you too, mason tony mount.”

After that you fell into a state of love and bliss.

The feeling of such passionate love sending you into a spiral as you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head when masons fingers had started to slowly rub circles around your clit.

You both breathed in unison to the sound of harsh skin slapping as your heals continued to scratch down masons back.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, mason-” You moanded out, the feeling of your orgasm start to bubble in your stomach sending you over the edge.

“I know, I'm with you, I'm with you.” you heard him moan into your ear.

“Don't pull out.” You quickly moaned in a strained voice as masons could have sworn he was sent to heaven there and then.

You both came in unison, the feeling of masons' warmth filling you up was enough to make you scream, especially when he continuously thrusted into you so he could push himself further into you as possible.

When you were both too sensitive to continue so mason pulled himself out of your warmth, he watched himself slowly trickle out of your before using his two fingers to push it back in. You moaned at the contact of his fingers, before he lightly kissed your temple and ran to grab you one of his shirts and some tissue.

Once you were both cleaned up there was a silence that loomed, you didn't know what to say now the high had dropped.

“Did you mean it?” You turn to face him, the both of you sitting up resting against his headboard.

“Of course I meant it.”

You smiled up at him before pecking his lips. “Good, because I meant it too.”

Mason's hand came to rest on your shoulder as he rubbed some of the fallen mascara from under your eyes.

“I never wanted you to ever feel like I used you, y/n.” Mason looked down at you, you could see the sympathy in his eyes. This was a side to mason you had never seen before, the soft loving sex, and now you had a feeling he was about to open up to you. It warmed your heart that he trusted you enough to be able to act like this around you.

“Sleeping with you was the only way i knew i could be close with you, and im so so so fucking sorry you felt like a sex toy.”

You giggled at the word before nesseling your head into his shoulder.

“I really am in love with you y/n. I mean it.”

[jettorii]

ninjago main four tk headcanons :]

this is my overly large collection of hcs that just either popped in my head or were taken from asks ive gotten so thank you to everyone that gave a little contribution!!!(and to rico MUAH thank you for letting me plagiarize some of your hcs >:]

general

- you cannot tell me they all dont get into tickle fights all the damn time

- as a welcome gift for kai becoming part of the team, the three ganged up and tickled him (all of them made sure he was fine with it first, asking what he thought about tickles and kai just turned bright red)

- theyve turned saturdays to their annual tickle fight competition, where they all gather in the room and see who can last the longest without tapping out

- (winner gets to skip out on chores for the entire week, but typically gets tickled the most throughout it because everyone is a sore loser LFMAO)

- casual cuddle nights where it always somehow turns into tickling. idfk at least one of them decides to start something, let it be accidental or not one of them tickles another then suddenly its a pile of lego men laughing

- like theyre so close to falling asleep but cole decides theyre not sleeping and slowly claws along jays tummy waking everyone up with a screech

- suddenly the two are in this mosh pit of a tickle fight while zane and kai are groaning about how they just want to sleep

- but eventually they do get dragged into it farewell zzs 😞😞

kai

lee

- extremely touch starved but scared to actually engage or ask for it himself

- which was before he met the ninja

- was flabbergasted when he saw how physically close everyone was with each other

- not just the constant tickle fights, but hugs, cuddles and occasional kisses theyd give

- which is basically how they found out he was ticklish

- like the three would be so touchy with kai like, hugging and inviting him over to cuddle with them but kai would get so flustered hed just. quickly spit out some things and run

- they all didnt want him to feel uncomfortable so they never pushed, so when kai did willingly join them at some point cole got wayy too hyper he went crazy peppering kais neck n ears with kisses just to hear kai shriek

- then things really turned forward

- is the biggest blusher omfg its so cute

- panicked, boisterous laughter while making multiple attempts to hide his face hes so blushy

- of course the ninja didnt let him hide his face, they once trapped kai in a cuddle hug with his arms trapped under two of them, while at the same time all were giving him tickly kisses

- with kai in this position he wias so fucking red lmdao they love him too much

- cant take tickle kisses, nibbles or gnaws for the life of him omfg

- which all the ninjas know and take complete advantage of

- they not only tickle really bad but get him super red at the same time bonus bonus

- has to be super careful when cuddling with cole because one time he trapped kai in this monster lock hug from the front and nuzzled his tummy with kisses and nibbles

- kai never recovered from this he was screaming so loud

- stubborn and cocky, so everyone likes taking him down a peg by melting him into a puddle of giggles

- hes super susceptible to slow teases + tickles

- aggressive tickles are ones to get him howling, but the gentle ones drive him crazy

- in reference to what i said earlier, monster lock hug from cole. then slow, wiggly fingers grazing along his hips was enough for kai that day

- he couldnt do anything but slap on coles shoulder, make several attempts to hide his face and made these funky unintelligible grumbles

- and to make it worse, cole was monstrous with the compliment + teasing combo

- never recovered from this

- didnt even know this but he has horribly sensitive feet as well

- bruggghh who let him decide it would be a good idea to provoke zane by poking him with his dogs

- kai did and hes stupid

- zane didnt even blink when he grabbed kais ankle and proceeded to tickle the daylights out if his sole until the others rushed in confused

- i dont think i talked about his hips but yeah. genuinely terrible spot for him. i dont even feel bad hes a little loser

- once again. screaming when jay decided it would be fun to pin kai down and squeeze his hips like no tomorrow

- the ninja just all love to tickle him to pieces okay

ler

- i may have gone a little insane on the lee hcs but hes also one hell of a ler

- super big on teases + pretty competitive ler

- pretty sure hes made zane short circuit from teases solely at least once

- like his ultimate goal is to fluster the shit out of whoever hes tickling

- ((mainly because he wants revenge for all the times the other ninja had made him all blushy because hes a loser

- he will never feel satisfied unless he is able to be as mean as he can fr omg

- like he once picked on jay by locking him in this weird ass position where kai could freely claw at his tummy while having the freedom to say as many teases as he can WHILE noting down what got him more frantic

- like this man takes tickling so seriously its hilarious he will always have some sort of mental note on what teases work on the other the best

- everyone hates him for this. absolutely despises him

- would get into absolute competitive rounds of tickle fights with cole where the two would literally be at each others throats for first place

- kai found this little technique where he'll climb up behind cole, wrap his legs and arms around him and tickle him senseless until he gives up

- works majority of the time because cole cant shake him off unless hes able to grab kais knee

- kai is crazy stubborn so he wont give up until cole is at his death spots??? but either way kai is still going to try his damn hardest to flip things around again even if hes shrieking

jay

lee

- shrieker, screamer and snorter

- babbles when he notices the others about to tickle him he will freak out

- nearly bust kais eardrums when he snuck up and tickled jay for the first time

- yet kai still does it because he finds the whole situation fucking hilarious

- chasing or any sort of anticipation gets him SO bad

- jay despises it when cole decides to chase him because he is SO jumpy and frantic and literally cannot deal with the anticipation

- like he'll be dashing around but be much more giddy than usual because. adrenaline.

- cole would be trying to make the air much more tense with teases while hunting him down, but jay literally yells throughout giggles for him to stop LMFAO

- "when i catch you, im going to-"

- "STOHOP NO NO NOO YOU WONT!!"

- most tickly tummy out of everyone

- its his immediate death spot, he'll be scream laughing right away

- cole decided it would be fun to nom on his belly and jay died

- goodbye boy you will be missed

- even zane joined in on the fun, making cole hold jays arms above his head to allow zane to slowly claw his cold hands along jays skin

- bro was SO loud and frantic shaking his head like crazy he basically shook the entire room

- he also remembers how kai walked in on this entire scene happening, took one look and immediately walked right out

- jay got him afterwards for leaving him in the dust

- big unintentional thrasher

- hes probably given wayy too many injuries to everyone unintentionally LFMAO

- kicked kai in the stomach once, smacked cole in the face and elbowed zane in the shoulder

- probably laughed harder at this happening than being tickled

- even gets sparks of lightning that shoot out his hands when hes laughing

- they can come in waves either being strong or weak, but either way when it hits his ler, it tickles

- jay loves when this happens and would purposely aim his hands towards the spots of whoevers tickling him

- which is why all the ninja have learned its best to pin at least a hand over jays head before wrecking him

- also has extremely high pitched panicked giggles that they all find extremely endearing muahmfuah

- like his voice will go so high pitched they all call him the squeaky toy

- used to be a little bit insecure about his laugh because he thought it was weird when hed squeak

- but all the compliments and sweet teases say otherwise so jay shuts up when hes about to say something negative about his laugh

- he said it once and got tickled with so much love from the three

- its just soso sweet im going to go cry he <3

ler

- absolute mean ass gremlin ler

- was the one who introduced tickling as their daily thing to bug each other with

- and started a shit ton of tickle fights throughout their time together

- he was the one who introduces the idea of having a tickle tournament because hed thought it would be fun

- hes been tickled so many times so dont think he wont remember all the different techniques he picked up

- i feel like everyone actually underestimated his ability to tickle others at first because he was just a silly little guy but noo they were all so wrong

- uses his lightning to tickle others because hes a little shit that is able to use his powers to his advantage

- everyone hates him for this because 1. theyre salty they cant use their powers for this intent and 2. it tickles like crazy

- uses this specifically for poking/ tazing people with his powers or just grabbing at ribs

- jay tickled cole so bad with his tazes once and cole in return gave jay one of the most intense chases hes ever had in his life

- like full blown tickle monster chasing after a banshee

- also found out zane is the most susceptible to his tazes because they affect him much more than normal tickles

- and WILL take that to his advantage because when jay does use his powers, zane is scream thrashing which he almost never does

- hes also pretty big on anticipation because he knows how bad it gets him so he just has to do it to the others

- coos and laughs along with who hes tickling because he finds it super silly and sweet

- looves squeezing because he feeds on seeing the person hes tickling thrashing around while hes just having a good time

- literally always the first one to start any tickle fights

- unprovoked will sneak up behind one of them and squeeze their spots until they crumble

zane

lee

- kind of just. takes the tickles unless it gets to a very specific spot

- has a really soft, breathy laugh that the others swoon on

- when you get one of his bad spots, he'll glitch a bit along with a high pitched squeak, but it wont hurt him

- he'll also uncharacteristically thrash and squirm!!!! gets more frantic n giggly which everyone loves

- in a way his little glitch like a high pitched squeak/snort that makes zanes movements much more reactive, like he'll gently push at hands and slowly try to slink away

- the first time this happened everyone freaked out and zane had to reassure that he was okay and just another way of laughing when things get a bit hysterical

- now they all think its the cutest thing ever and tickle him just so they can hear his laughter and his little squeaks

- all the ninja are SO soft about it too, always checking in to see if anything may be too overwhelming for zane as its a completely new sensation

- he is fine, he likes having this little bonding moment w them

- jay bullies him a lot solely because his electricity has been by far one of the most effective ways of getting zane to crumple to the ground

- zane is known to kind of just let out his little breathy laughs and squirm a bit, which is why it was incredibly surprising to both parties when jay snuck up behind him, tased his ribs and the next second zane barked out a laugh and fell down LMFAO

- they both looked at each other for a second before cackling because it was funny, then the next it was a whole different type of laughter because jay did it again but with full on tickles

- also has very sensitive ears and hands!!!! jumped a mile high when cole decided it would be a good idea to breathe down his neck and the story ends there LDMAO

- actually used to be. pretty neutral about tickling until it became a daily bonding activity hed do with the others

- tickling makes him feel more human as well and acts as a comfort to him that he knows he can be tickled just like the ninja can

- was actually worried at first he wouldnt be ticklish but cole was not taking that and did his silly little experiment and now :]]]]

- AND didnt know he could be this panicked and flustered while being tickled, because his system never really had to experience this type of emotion before but he liked it a lot

- although it did make him even more blushy because it was a good realization he had

ler

- cold and calculated movements when tickling otners

- tickles the others the least, but when he does or is about to, everyone sprints

- found this function where he can jitter his fingers really fast along any spot which drives all of them insane

- zane gathered everyone so he could demonstrate and used jay as his guinea pig only for him to scream and jump a mile high

- they all ran afterwards

- AND along with this he also uses it on his lips when hes giving raspberries

- when i say jay dies this man dies on spot when this happens

- zane had him pinned and jay saw him prepping to turn the feature on and he was SCREAMING before it even started LMFAOO

- he picks on everyone when they least expect it because when his attacks happen, theyre brutal

- like once jay wrecked the absolute living shit out of zane

- and in casual zane style he let jay be on his toes for a week expecting revenge

- buut forgot about it afterwards and let his guard down

- which is when zane casually just walked up behind jay when he was talking to nya, scoops him up and takes him away for sweet sweet revenge

- jay didnt even know it was revenge until zane pinned him down and pulled his shirt up to reveal his tummy then immediately began to screech

- likes 'chasing' kai and shoving his hands under his shirt with his reasoning being "my system needs a warmup"

- they both know its bullshit so it just turns into this overdramatic chase around the room where kai is SPRINTING while zane is casually walking towards him because he knows he'll catch him

- in the end zane always catches him one way or another and wiggles his fingers where its nice and cozy

- gets kai the worst because of this sole reason,, the icy hands just make him much more sensitive to zanes tickles

- super brutally honest with his teases

- its not even teases its literally just him pointing out the obvious yet everyone seems to??? hate it more when its the truth?????

- never really understood it when each time hed do this theyd tell him to shut up but at the same time he found it really amusing

- solely because it would make their reactions even more sillier and he found it v endearing

- WILL ALSO reveal anyones spots without any warning like hes stating a fun fact

- and just. knows. he knows.

- he’ll take one look at someone and make his silly calculated guess and itll always somehow be a spot that makes the person rush into a panic

- none of the ninja know how he does it but they all collectively agree that it is both amazing and terrible at the same time

- RIB COUNTER

- loves doing it because he says “i like learning about anatomy”

- which is bullshit he just likes being mean

- like he’ll pay extra attention to each and every rib when tickling the life out of either of the ninja

- found a very specific rib on the higher end with cole that has him howling and has kept this information to himself for the longest time

- mainly because no one has asked yet because he exposes everyones spots when asked LFMAO

cole

lee

- at some point all the ninjas thought this hoe wasnt ticklish because he was so good at hiding it

- and absolutely loved keeping his reputation as the high and mighty tickle monster out of all of them

- like hed dodge the question by tickling the person asking to pieces so they forget or would just drop the question

- or the ninja would poke him, but since cole was expecting it, he could control his reactions pretty well

- buut no secrets are hidden in this household

- and if you live with a few other curious ninja i dont think anything will be left unsettled

- zane literally unprovoked and out of nowhere sneaks up behind him and claws at coles ribs making him let out one of the loudest shrieks everyones heard

- mind you this was when they were all casually chatting in their rooms

- theres like a moment of silence for everyone to process this until its absolute chaos

- jay is screaming "YOU LIAR" while kai wrestles cole to the ground with zane whos smirking at the situation unfold

- has ridiculously ticklish thighs that no one knew about until jay was being a little silly and ran his fingers along coles inner thigh

- the two were lounging on the couch with cole who had one of his legs on jay just for that to happen and nearly kneed him in the face

- jay immediately gasped in shock and started laughing, gave a few more squeezes up on his thigh until cole pounced

- cole literally had to tickle the shit out of jay to keep him from telling the others (theyll find out eventually)

- not too much of a thrasher or one to get away, but he'll say things that mean the opposite yet the ninja can clearly tell hes enjoying it

- which gets him horrendously flustered that they all noticed it

- "get AWAY!!"

- "then why arent you running??"

- or one time zane had cole all propped up in his lap and was slowly circling his finger along his ribs driving him into a giggling frenzy

- but zane being zane noticed immediately that cole was leaning more towards him than away

- "if you say you hate this, then why are you leaning into my fingers?"

- cole just buried his face hes not dealing with that question

- then zane asked why this question got to cole so bad in front of EVERYONE and suddenly jay and kai are also mildly flustered but now know what gets to cole

- was and still is extremely embarassed over how ticklish he is in his little specific spots

- like. hes so used to people perceiving him as the tough big guy so he tries to live up to those expectations only to crumble under a few wiggly fingers

- which everyone except for cole LOVED because they thought it was so sweet n cute

- they all dont really make fun of him for this but they just. yeah they love tickling him n hearing him giggle

ler

- self proclaimed tickle monster out of the bunch which pisses everyone off because hes right

- absolutely no mercy when hes getting any of the three fr they all know when his mind is set on tickling someone they are going to get tickled

- which always leads into this gigantic tickle fight which begins with cat and mouse, or if its kai this man wont even run he'll try to fight back which just results in even more chaos

- has this little signature smile or look that everyone knows they have to prepare for

- like they could literally just be watching a movie and cole will dramatically look to one of them and they KNOW shits going down

- big on tickle kisses, bites and nibbles nom nom nom

- he likes pretending whoever hes tickling is his food and does these little playful growls when nomming on them

- done this way too many times to jay because it gets him the best

- or just casually grabbing someone, picking them up and wrecking the absolute life out of them

- likes manhandling his lees because all they can do is just kick their legs and hope he'll go easy on them

- like hes literally thrown kai over his shoulder and scribbled his knees

- mf couldnt do anything except lightly pound on his back

- once tickled all three ninja at once it was wild

- beat them all at a video game and as "losers punishment", he made them lie down next to each other back against the floor

- then proceeded to give left hand to kai, right hand to zane and raspberries to jay who was dubbed the shitty shitty loser

- he was so good at it too???? sir how and why would you do this to them

- it got so loud to the point where lloyd ran in and started shouting at them to shut the fuck up

- man needs to play his roblox in peace without them screeching in the back

- he scared off lloyd when cole yelled he was going to get him next

- cole and jay would be having tickle fights in some of the worst situations possible it was both ridiculous and entertaining for kai and zane

- like theyd be having a lecture from sensei wu and cole would sneak jabs at jays ribs making him shriek

- sensei wu was not amused

[scalproie]

KAZUYA GO

^ me when I send my beloved anjanath named kaz to battle in mhs2

First impression

whos that new fucker theyre putting in smash bros now. Ive made a typo in his name 30 times. His hair is so stupid. Obssessed with his eyebrows tho. Whats so special about hi

Impression now

I hate this dilf💜

Favorite moment

1) that one moment in the final father & son fight in t7 where he cant kill heihachi and it brings him back 44 years ago where he also couldnt kill heihachi when he was 5 and it resulted in him being tossed off a cliff and awakening his devil gene and back to the present it angers him so much his eyes looks a bit glassy and he punches (while being human and not in his super devil form) heihachi so hard he gives him a heart attack and heihachi dies

2) when he learns his mother foretold what he would become and send a character from street fighter after him and his father to kill them and at first hes shaken but then he fucking uncharacteristically laugh out loud (a bit like his dad btw) because the reason he became what he is is because his dad threw him off a cliff, awakening his devil gene, after kazuya fought him for vengeance for his mother, that his father killed, bringing it all together in a neat little ironic bow.

3) when he tells his men not to attack the overpowered street fighter character and get themselves killed, and to send him his way instead. I just love when kaz accidentaly makes himself look good, that was his whole storyline in t6, and in a way, t1

4) sex middair in his devil form

Idea for a story

kazzy loses his devil gene and has to come back on top the old fashioned human way. Hes still evil and power hungry but he HAS to have normal human emotions to succeed. Alternatively, I like when hes around for jun & jin

Unpopular opinion

I like that he came back since t4 bc hes popular and that the tekken storyline revolves around the mishima :) *harada nods* I also think he has hidden depths and that hes an interesting nuanced charact *harada shoots me dead*

Favorite relationship

love kaz and jun. would love to have the tinest crumb of what their relationship was like someday :)

also love kaz and jin. would love to have them not only interact but realize the futility of their shared hatred and their shared abuse at the hands of heihachi someday :)

Favorite headcanon

love to think that between his awful boss behavior at 28 when he was finally in charge of the zaibatsu and him now being the CEO of g corp, in the almost 20 years in spend in a tank he had a revelation that was like "wait... people work for you better when they feel respected, have sick days, and a better salary?" (he doesnt even care that much about money, what he wants is unconditional power)

[ohmytomorrowisthursday]

Until I Fall - Part Seven

Levi Ackerman x Fem Reader.

Eventual romance but this is a slow burn, definitely angsty and darker. It will also focus a lot on Hange, Erwin and the original scouts. Eren and the 104th training corps will be around but I’m focusing on the older characters in here. Your self insert name is ‘Azeria Becker’ pronouns She/Her/Hers. Using a name because don’t like using ‘y/n’.  

Cannon universe. I wrote this for myself but I hope that you enjoy it, too lol <3

As you stood in front of Levi on that final day, you couldnt help but remember every last moment of your time in the scouts. How had you gone from that scrawny young rookie trying to fight titans to Erwin’s right-hand soldier who overthrew the government and was about to charge to your death? It was never fair, you’d never get enough time together. Standing before him, his eyes full of the sadness of the truth, it hurt too much to say Goodbye, don’t forget me. I’ll love you forever, so instead you said the only word that you could manage to speak; Survive.

cw: imagine literally every awful/gory thing that happens in SNK. Death, violence and gore. Drinking, sex.

I will be releasing 2 chapters at a time every few days. You can find all chapters here.

You were up and ready for your early morning training faster than usual. It was so hard to fall asleep, you were far too excited; Ilse and you talked for hours about the next expedition. And Levi. You hadn't expected him to do this for you. It's not that he was unkind, its just that it seemed like he found you annoying. Maybe you were wrong about him. There was so much that you still didn't know. He was older than you by a few years- not too many, but life seemed to have wore his edges down. His eyes were tired and you could tell he had been through hell. Maybe one day he would finally open up and tell you more.

The winter air felt like ice when you went out to train int he morning. "Hey, moron," Levi remarked as he met with you in front of your dormitory, "Wipe that stupid look off your face, it's too early to be this happy."

You kept walking, happy to ignore his grumpy disposition.  "You know what," you said with a little hum, "You can't ruin my mood today. I'm too excited about joining Captain Erwin on the next expedition."

"Tsk. Don't get your hopes up too high. If you stay this bad it'll be your first and last time out with us." He groaned, but you knew that you were up for it. You had only gotten faster and stronger since the 26th expedition out, and it was bound to be easier this time.

"You're just mad that I'm as good as you now, and that's why you don't want me to join," You nudge him a little and he grumbled. "Let's just see what happens, brat."

Training with Erwin was not like training with your previous squad. They spent more time sitting around tables and planning than running drills. Erwin was confident and to the point. They had new gear that he wanted to test out; signal guns that had different colours to indicate whether a titan was spotted, the area was clear, or if there was a problem. It made you nervous to have to test out new equipment with them; you had never even fought alongside them, what if you messed everything up?

Finally, it was time to drill. "Azeria, how are you feeling?" Erwin asked you. He seemed kind, but he wasn't soft when he spoke. He was like a king among men when it came to the scout; so many of you were rough around the edges, scared and motivated by survival. Captain Erwin never seemed to feel any of it, or at least if he did it was buried in some vault deep behind his eyes. He was always perfectly composed. "I'm okay, Captain. I've never used a signal gun like this before." You examined the contraption in your hands; it wasn't like the handguns you had seen the Military Police carrying; instead it was small and light, with a wide barrel for the smoke bombs.

"You'll be just fine. It's a new tactic for everyone, just do your best."

And so, you did. Even though it was just training, everyone seemed as ready as they'd be in a real battle. Mike and Levi were by far the fastest, disappearing into the trees before your eyes. It only became apparent as to where they were when you saw the smoke signal up in the sky. Hange; they were the boldest. When a 'titan' was spotted she always found a creative way to maneuver herself into a high range spot as fast as she could. Her and Moblit took on the titans as a team. You were paired with Oliver; a soldier from the training corps before you. He was young, but had managed to kill 2 titans during his first two missions. "Okay, rookie, here's the plan; you do the spotting and I'll do the killing," He said. You let out a snort.

"Fine, but you'll have to keep up with me!" You clipped your horse and ran straight ahead into the woods. "Hey!" He yelled after you. You were determined to prove yourself to Erwin and the group; you wouldn't be slowing them down. You spotted the fake titan in the bushes and let out a flair. "Good, Azeria! Keep it up!" Erwin called from behind. Using your ODM gear you shot up into the trees to practice luring the titan, Oliver flew in a few seconds later and sliced the neck. "How are you so fast?!" He exclaimed, landing on the tree beside you. It made you even more determined to do well.

Behind, Erwin was riding with Hange, watching the teams youngest soldiers. "Hmmf," Hange let out a laugh, "Not bad for a trainee." Erwin smiled. "Not bad at all."

After running the drill you were exhausted. Dinner could not come fast enough. Erwin's squad was the first in; the group was so experienced that training at times seemed a little pointless. There was no way Levi and Mike needed to run drills.

"You did well today," Hange said, joining you at the table. Your cheeks were pink with exhaustion and you couldn't even imagine what your hair looked like. "Thank you, but I think you all just make it easy for me." They smiled, "A team is only good if everyone works together. Just because you're new doesn't mean that you're worse; we've just had more time to fight those monsters than you."

You paused, staring at your plate. "I just don't want to hold us back. When we're back out there."

"You won't. I know you wont. Making it back alive from your first expedition is a good sign that you'll survive, and if you keep doing what you did today, you'll be fine." Hange replied, "Plus, I'm certain that Levi's been making sure that you're ready." You looked over to him, sitting down at the other end of the table. He glanced over at you, and let out a smile. You felt your chest tighten a little and your cheeks go pink. Why do I want to impress you so bad? All you wanted was to see him smile more.

chapter eight

[gayfrasier]

you guys remember that guy from the beginning of the school year who was being weird and mansplainy? he came back with a vengeance today

[introloves]

dom meian shugo>>>

*inhales real deep before furiously typing*

— dom! meian + leg humping + orgasm denial + rough face grabbing + hair pulling + man handling + dacryphilia + mean! meian + meian calls reader ‘bunny’ + bratty! reader + reader regrets being bratty + f! reader

— word count; 1.6k

you don’t know how long you’ve been sitting there- he told you to wait for him, he was tired- tired from practice and the stress that came with rounding up bouncy men all day.

maybe you knew what would happen, usually his punishments were enough to leave you on the brink of unconsciousness due to the sheer want. but now, as you crawled over to him, watching him splayed out on the couch, head tilted back, dark eyebrows furrowed- there was no way you’d control yourself and not touch him.

he didn’t notice the soft shuffling of you making your way over, fitting /so/ easy inbetween the space of his long, thick legs. he was so big, dwarfed your body completely, it made you salivate while you looked up at his relaxed face.

a shaky hand came up to rest against his thigh, and he jumped slightly. didn’t react in any other way, simply relaxing once more. your eyebrows furrowed, wanting him to at least look at you, wanting him to ask you what you were doing.

but he didn’t move.

with a huff, you continued your journey to the bump of his flaccid cock.

it wounded your pride a little when he didn’t react to your fingers curling over his dick, the give of his athletic shorts helped you tug on him.

“m-meian.” you called out softly, and all he responded with was a quirk of his brow, eyes still closed. there wasn’t even a reaction from his dick, no jump or pulse against your ministrations- a whiny cry of desperation left your lips, and you tugged your hand away-

tried to anyways. his hand immediately shot down to wrap completely around your wrist (and then some), the grumble of his voice started deep in his chest.

“nuh uh bunny- told you i was tired, gotta work extra hard for me tonight.”

it soothed the sting of it just a little, but you still whined, still tried to pull away, pouty with the feeling of not being payed enough attention.

it was the worst thing you could have done. his eyes shooting open and dark eyes flitting down to look at you. the shuffling of his body startled you, it was nearly frightening how he straightened himself up, towering over you.

“no? are you saying no?” he tugged once- the brute and his stupid strength tumbled you close to him, knocking you forward and on all fours. with wide eyes you shook your head, unable to form any words, all moisture booking it from your mouth to down and between your legs.

his other hand grabbed your face, tilting it left and right- inspecting his pretty baby, wondering exactly what had gotten into you.

“you know the rules against not using your words bunny, tell me what happens when you don’t use your words.”

with shaky words you recalled what exactly happens.

“d-don’t get your cock.” you shivered, words messy with the way he still held onto your face, fingers digging into the fat of your cheeks.

it hurt to say it, you weren’t usually a brat- nearly never was, you loved him too much.

seeing your lower lip tremble, eyes watering /already/- it softened his hold and gaze, sighing before he released you.

“yeah- ‘ts what bad girls get... but you’re not a bad girl, are you bunny?”

“no! not a bad girl...”

your eager response made him smile, canines on display as his handsome face morphed into a wolffish grin.

he sat back once more, obviously pleased. there was nothing better than seeing you correct yourself, proving how good he was at putting you in your place when you acted up, the remnants of those punishment still sent a shock of fear down your body. he could see you tremble.

ah- maybe he would let you cum ‘round his cock. couldnt help but feel soft at watching your pretty eyes get wet with tears.

“that’s right.” he groaned, rolling his shoulders back- arms coming up to rest against the back of the couch, hips jutting forward. just by the movement you could see his dick jump- it made you whimper involuntarily.

he’d made you so cock hungry for him, you’d resorted to acting like an animal for just a taste.

“since you’re not a bad girl, but a very dumb and naughty one-“ meian sighed, watching you and your desperation, he stretched out his leg, eyes moving over to stare down at it, “i’ll let you fuck my leg.”

just this was enough to make you cry out in appreciation, eagerly nodding and already sitting up to plant yourself on his thigh-

“uh uh bunny, i said my leg.” he stops you, the outstretched placement of his leg now makes sense.

it was embarrassing, humiliating- the thought of rubbing yourself over him like this like an animal... but you’d take anything you’d get, wanting to make him proud and happy.

it didn’t take long for you to settle over his leg, splitting your cunt against the mass of bone and muscle, each pathetic rub and drag barely brought any pleasure, but you continued on, shaking and babbling out strings of his name and pleads for him to touch you- to make you cum, to split you on his long, long and fat cock.

the swelling of his cock in his athletic shorts made you all the more desperate, it swelled and stood proudly- straining against the stretchy material, so big and proud and delicious.

seeing your mouth open and puffing out sharp little pleads of his name, all the while your hands wrapped around the back of his thigh- clawing at the thickness and muscle (trying to) bring him closer made him smile,

“good bunny, gunna cum?” he wonders out loud, knowing that you’re weak and tired.

you’re close, it takes longer than usual, longer than what it would have taken if he had just fucked you- but you can taste the sweet release, an obscene sound of wet stickiness echoes in the room, all from your folds parting over and over against the hard line of bone, sweat beading at your temple in effort.

“shūgo! g-gunna- gunna!” you cry, hips stilling on an upstroke of your canting hips, trying to smash your clit down onto his leg, cunt and tummy clenching as a sweltering heat travels down your tummy and-

it’s gone.

it’s gone because his leg is pulled from under you, near orgasming body pitching forward with it- you keep the twitch, keep the contracting muscles trying to tip you over the edge, but you don’t keep the grip you had.

he catches you, holding the softness right under the swell of your chest, tugging you up, up and up.

“sorry bunny-“ he grumbles, large hand sweeps sweat slicked hair from your face, kissing you tenderly, trying to bring you back from it all, “but fuck,” he hisses, settling your drooling cunt right over his cock- “don’t like the idea of you cumin’ anywhere other than on me.”

he’s a mean man- selfish and strong. there’s no effort in how he moves you, rough and calloused hands tug your own, smaller ones onto broad shoulders.

“please.” you whimper, trying to find dexterity back into your tongue. meian simply coos, reaching down and pulling the waistband of his shorts down, your cunt keeping his cock from slapping up against his tummy.

“i know, bunny- i know.” he says it honestly, feeling how you shake, not used to working for your orgasms- too spoiled by him.

by sheer muscle memory he slides your bottoms to the side- cute little sleeping shorts, barely anything against your puffy cunt.

the daze you feel suddenly clears when he pushes his cock in- one swift stroke and starts bouncing you. working your body into a brutalizing pace- he didn’t look tired, not while his bulging biceps and tense forearms moved you up and down, grunting at every pass of your tightness over the throbbing vein running down his dick.

“yeah- my cute little bunny always takes your cock so well.” he mutters out to no one in particular, you’re certainly not listening with how your head is tilted back, screaming over and over calls of his name and just shrill mewls.

he leaves a tight and hot grip on your hip with one hand, the other curling into your hair- sharply bringing your head back to look at him, he’d give you a love tap if he could, but didn’t think you’d have the strength to keep the nice pace he’s set.

“cum-“ meian spits- moving your head so that your wet and crossed eyes look into his direction, “cum right now or you’re not at all.”

there was no way you wouldn’t listen to him- whole body clenching, pulsing as a white light passed over your eyes, cunt nearly squeezing him out of you.

your cum was displaced by his cock, a translucent creaminess falling into a ring around the base of him, aiding in the nasty sound of wet squelching.

“sh-shū-shūgo.” you cry pathetically, hiccuping as the jolting of your body breaks any and all vowels tumbling from your lips.

he can’t help but to cum at the sight of it- shivering, spearing you down to paint every inch of your gummy walls with his cum.

his grunts sound so good, so low, barely a register you can hear- but you definitely feel.

the way he holds you down gives you a small mercy, both of you panting out wet puffs of air.

“t-thank you.” you whisper, aftershocks of pulsing squeezes against him- you look up at him, pick your tilting head to look at him with tired, questioning eyes- chest squeezing at feeling the still rock hard cock inside you.

he grins at you once more- looking like an animal, a predator.

“what? you think your captain’s that tired bunny?” meian huffs, tugging your plaint body onto his chest-

“no- i’m gunna stuff you full, this is your punishment baby.”

hips buck off the couch, balls slapping heavy onto your ass- squirming body held down by his muscled arms.

any thoughts of rebuttal, any noise of complaint dried up in your throat- as far as punishments went, well,

this was your favorite.

[clementinesjourney]

I’m not crazy - Pt. 5 - First mission

A.N: Hi guys, I'm really new to this. I read a heeeeelll lot of stories lately from wonderful people on here, and i started having this one forming on my mind. I didn't see any like this, but if there's one (or more) out there thats similar, then im sorry, and just know that i never came across it. Also im really thankful if this EVER gets reposted, but please do not stole it and put it on other platforms. Thank you!

 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers

 Warnings: Minors do not interact.  sex, oral (f recieving), and the same as always a whole lot of cute.

 Words: 2,2k

 Summary: You got attacked by terrorists, mistaking you for someone else, then things escalate when they find out you have some powers, even you didn't know you had. Luckily you are in good hands by then.

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Two months have passed, mostly with training, dates, sleeping beside eachother, and well.. just kissing. You felt the tension, but you were afraid... It was years since you last had sex.. Let alone you had two super-soldiers now to satisfy... not even mentioning their... sizes. You didn’t have sex, but you werent stupid, you knew that those weren’t pocket lights or phones... You weren’t sure you would be ready for THOSE anytime soon. 

You had to go to a party to make sure all the quests are safe, it was one of Tony’s friends, so of course he had all the means to pay the whole team just to play security at the party. The briefing was simple enough. Dress pretty, fit in, be invisible, make sure nobody gets hurt. Being invisible was easy enough for you. This was your first mission. The boys were more nervous than you about it though.. They didn’t want you to fight, or get hurt. They wouldn’t forgive themselves for not being able to protect you. Tony told them that you are a part of the team, and unless you decide to stay at the hospital ward and only use your powers to heal the avengers after missions, they can’t do a thing to prevent you from being on missions.

The night of the party came. You and Nat were getting ready, stealing bits of Wanda’s makeup... well you technically didn’t have to steal.. Wanda and Nat were running around you doing your hair and your makeup, throwing different ballgowns and coctail dresses at you. 

-Girls... is this really neccessary? Its work, its just a party. I mean, do i really have to wear everything lace, and like bodycon and shit? Those emerald green dress is so thight i couldnt even wear a bra underneath... Tell me if im preparing more than what i’ve been told... 

-oh shush.. its an easy job, and with all of us there, and by that i mean all the boys there, we’re basically just have to be pretty and enjoy ourselves.. Tony didn’t said we can’t dress to kill... -Said Nat.

-Besides, how long has it been? like two-three months? Give the poor men a little show even if you didn’t get to taste you after... -said Wanda with a wink.

You were blushing now... Sure you had your own battles with the whole how and when situation about having sex with them, also the logistics... But you never actually thought about how it must feel to them. You sleep in the same bed everynight, they saw you in your bra and panties thousand times already.. You saw the want in their eyes, but they never actually touched you in a teasing way...

-I mean... i could, but what if they will be upset? I don’t wanna be all tease and nothing else... I’m not sure im ready... i mean.. its two supersoldiers.... what are the logistics? - you and the girls giggled.

-okay okay... pass me that green dress... 

and with that you put on the emerald dress.. it had a low cut back, the skirt part falled to your ankles, hugging your form just perfect, showing off the curves you had. no bra it is then you thought. Then put on your black heels and you were ready to go.

You all showed up in different groups. The girls were told to mix with the partygoers, look for anyone suspicious, the boys were told to were tuxes and earpieces and look like any other security men ever seen.

Wanda, Nat and you entered hand in hand, all dressed up and pretty, headed straight to the bar, getting glasses of champagne, giggling cause of an old story Nat told you on the way.

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-Damn Stevie, do you see what i see?

- i’d be blind not to see that... and if you look around everybody else does, damn they are practically drooling... If it goes on this way they will need a securitiy to stop me from killing these bastards Bucky...

- i mean... couldn’t we show them that she’s ours? that might calm them down a bit...

-oh just wait until the dance starts Buck... just wait.

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You were on your 4th glass of champagne when the music started. It was a slow one... You looked around trying to find your boys, but well... not as if you’d see further than a few meters. You were a lightweight drinker. A man with an extremely arrogant face came into view.. 

-May i have this dance pretty girl? -the girls behind you were giggling already... in these few months they got to know that if you’re drunk you can be pretty sassy, or mean, or petty, or all of the above..

-I’m sorry but you are not qualified for that.

-oh and why is that? i mean... i have money if you are that kind of girl.. i could give you anything you want.. be mine and anythin you want is yours..

-oh i already have everything i want..

with a flick of your finger you got in the man’s mind, making him do whatever you wanted... so he reached for the icebucket, took the opened champagne bottle to the table, and shoved the bucket of ice on his head earning a bit too much attention..

You turned around proud of yourself, wanting to leave when you bumped into a hard chest. looking up you saw a smiling Steve. He kissed you on the cheek, then looked at the now angry man behind you.

-Hey honey, searching for trouble huh? - said Steve.

-Oh no, he just thought i can be bought with his filthy money, but don’t worry i have it under control. Where’s Buck?

-He’s in the far back, but he wanted me to tell you that it’s really hard to concentrate on the mission with you looking like a whole meal... and i have to say i agree with him. I just want to hide you so they can’t look at you,... -he leaned closer to whisper in your ear as he started to slowdance with you right then and there - or maybe bring you back to our room and see whats underneath this dress... - you blushed hard at this last bit.. a shiver run down your spine... It had to be this night... or right now, you don’t care how, it was enough torture for all three of you..

You leaned closer to whisper in his ear: 

- or maybe we could sneak out or something.. it’s quite boring in here..  - you then nipped at his earlobe earning a low growl from him, his hands holding your waist a bit thighter..

- don’t tempt me pretty girl... i know you’re drunk .. but hell i’m not sure that if you continue i would be able to stop myself..

- maybe i don’t want you to.. i know i’m drunk... but its maybe just that bit of confindence boost that i needed..

-shit... baby....

He started to drag you towards the elevator while you giggled. The girls winking at your from behind. The third floor contained your rooms, since the compound was too far. He bursted in your shared room, pushing you up the door he just closed kissing you hard, full of want.

-tell me to stop anytime peach...

-i don’t want you to..  - you said in between pants. Hands roaming around eachothers bodies, yours already reaching for the buttons on his shirt, while he showers your neck in kisses and little bites as if he couldnt get enough of you.

He reached at the straps on your back, undoing it, your dress slowly falling to your feet. Steve took a step back, drinking in the sight. His girl in nothing but a pair of lace panties. He smelt your arousal too.. You wanted him bad.. You took a step closer, snaking your hands around his neck, his hands immediately reaching for you, lifting you up while grabbing your butt, kissing you as if you were oxygen and he needed you to breath.. He then put you down on the bed on your back..

- i need to taste you.. i bet you taste just as sweet as you smell...is it okay if i--?

You didn’t answer.. You hide your face in your hands, and lift up your butt so he can get rid of the very last piece of clothing. As he hovered over your aching core, and you felt his hot breath you couldn’t help but let out a whimper.

- oh you want me to start huh? needy little thing... -  he said with a smirk..

He then slowly started with a lick up your slit ending with a small circle around your clit. Steve never heard a sound more feral yet sweet from anyone, let alone you. It might have been the years of nothing, or just the experience of Steve.. but you nearly came right then and there...

What either of you didn’t know that practically everybody could hear your moans and whimpers through the comm because as you threw Steve’s clothing to the floor, it pressed, making everyone able to hear what you were doing.. 

While Bucky was smoking he took the comm out, earning a 5 minute break from the mission, to calm himself down. It is really hard to concentrate with you here. Thats when Sam joins him on the balcony. 

- Man.. what are you doing here?

- i’m having a break.. why?

- did you take out your earpiece?

- yes.. why? did something happen to (y/n) or Steve?

-i meaan... *trying to hold back a laught* you could say that.. i think you should go to your room now tho... i’ll cover for you.

Thats when a worried Bucky put his earpiece back and heard the angelic little moans, and Steve’s more feral ones. 

You didn’t even hear the door open and close, you just suddenly felt kisses on your neck, but it couldn’t be Steve since he was working on your second orgasm between your legs..

-such a bad little girl.. leaving me out like this..leaving the comm on for everyone to hear...

-*whimper* h-hey baby. i-im sorry.. di-didnt mean to..

He then kissed you hard on the lips, trying to work his clothes. When he released you, Steve came up to kiss you, thumb running circles on your clit. 

-i think she’s ready Buck.. wanna go first? little compensation for not telling you.. -said Steve while lazily pumping his already hard member.

-Oh ya bet.. i’ve been waiting for this for so long.. - he started to kiss down your neck.. collarbones.. -  dreamt of what it’ll feel like... -

- please Buck.. - he then lined up the head of his aching member to your center. He pushed in so frustratingly slowly... when he was fully in, he stopped moving, letting you adjust to his size.. Thats when your second orgasm hit you, clenching down at him.

- gosh princess so thight and even coming on my cock already.. i never wanna leave your sweet little pussy...

after earning another sinful moan from you, he started to move... you knew the third orgasm wouldn’t be far..

Bucky started to move faster, chasing his own release... you couldn’t bear it any longer, your nails were scratching his back as your third orgasm arrived, not long his followed.. after riding your orgasms out, he pulled out.. you whimpered at the loss of his member. Bucky laid next to you, caressing your cheeks, kissing the tip of your nose..  You forgot about the world in the bliss he gave you.. 

-Do you think you are ready for more honey? - asked Steve from the other side. He was already close. Watching his two favourite people making love nearly made him come alone anyway.

-mhmm -you said between sighs, trying to steady your breathing. with that you turned around and got on top of Steve. He was surprised at first, but smirked at your newfound confidence, hands immediately going to your hips, making you slide on his lenght, after a second he slid right in earning a loud moan.

- i won’t last long.. damn so thight..

 you started rocking your hips in circles, then back and forth, feeling your fourth orgasm building up already... You never even had one orgasm... let alone four in a night.. You never ever wanted this to end.

Soon enough you collapsed on Steve’s chest after both of you came.. His hands running lazy circles on your back, leaving goosebumps everywhere.

-Do you want to wash up babe? - asked Bucky, if you could keep your eyes open you could see all the love in his eyes, as you were finally theirs fully.

- I think she’s asleep Buck.. i hope we didn’t hurt her much. But sure as hell i won’t let her leave our room when we get back..

- Oh Steve ya bet.. She’s the most perfect being i ever met. I don’t think i could live without you two anymore, nor do i want to..

-Me neither Bucky.. i’m the happiest i’ve ever been..

Thats when you stir in your sleep, you didn’t get up, just mumble a little i love you  in your sleep, and the boys could cry from happiness..

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pls tell us all about your ocs im beGGIN

aHH ok a couple people asked so!!!!! also ive included some of my drawings!! (tIS BELOW THE CUT)

oK SO STARTING OFF WE HAVE commander blanche!

hE’s a bit Cold and Stern but he’s a softy!!! his squadron (sunburst squadron) is a nIGHTMARE to run. it’s like herding cats dhsksn. his eye and his hair are from like a genetic mutation and nO HE DIDNT DYE IT OK?? tbh i still need to flesh him out more but he just wants to bring all his men home safe, will throw himself into battle wiTHOUT hesitation and just rad guy dhdkdn

next we have sgt. blue!

he’s.,.,.sO Tired. boy’s been through it. the scar across his face is from jumping between his general and a dark side force user, HE HAS A HEART OF GOLD AND SOMETIMES DOESNT THINK THINGS THROUGH WHEN IT COMES TO DANGER BUT he baby. again i nEED TO FLESH HIM OUT MORE BUT DHSKSN

ok nEXT we have our lovely sharpshooter, sweets!

he’s Very Shy. he’s the youngest in the squadron but was bumped up into sunburst squadron bc of his skill. he doesn’t like talking much so he’ll pat your arm or grab his brother’s shoulders to get their attention. when he does speak, it’s very soft spoken and gentle. he got in trouble a lot when he was a cadet for trying to befriend the service droids or little animals he would find. if you mention something you like, like a certain type of flower or necklace, WHATEVER he does kinda have....sticky fingers...so he’ll just Snatch the thing you like unprompted and then later he’ll just shove it into your hands and walk away. 1000/10 deserves a kith

oKiE next we have kamikaze (kaze or kami for short) and jaws.

so kamikaze or kami OR kaze for short—he’s the pilot! earned is name for a reason bc this boy is fuckin WILD with piloting. he likes to brag that he’s the best pilot in the GAR which—idk you’re gonna have to judge that yourself. bc yeah he always makes it out alive whethet or not his ship is all but bLOWN UP but—he’s cocky and you might end up loosing your lunch since he tends to do a lot of barrel rolls or made up stunts. he’s a sweetheart tho, after you push aside the cocky and happy go lucky attitude. he’s super hyper most of the time so the squad likes to joke that he has designated nap time dhdjdbd

jaws!!! JAWS MY BOY—he got his name because one time he almost got eaten by a nexu the day after being promoted from cadet. he’s a Flirt, but gets awkward when you flirt with him back. he loVES holodramas or holonovels and therefore a hOpeLESS romantic rvdkdb unfortunately he some how believes that bad pick up lines work,?,,,?! he has some wild scars on his back and will have nO HESITATION to show you the nexu teeth marks. he has a tendancy to “adopt” little creatures or encourage sweets to steal one so That is an Issue

then fuse!

can you....guess..,.what he enjoye? if you guess setting shit on fire/blowing things up then yUh. the reason he has different colored tattoos is because he was originally from another squadron but was reminded too many times and he was sort of Forced out. FORTUNATELY the general transfered him in sunburst squadron and let’s him be the explosives guy. he’s also very hyper and gets ALONG GREAT with kamikaze—a little too well fhdkd the chaos bros for sure. he’s super rambunctious/loud, isnt shy to tell you what he thinks—even those in higher command. he gets in trouble for it but he has a heart of gold and means well!

and then the medic!! void

vOid is Tired....sO TIRED OF DEALING WITH fuse and kamikaze’s cOUNTLESS stupid injuries. he’s the Mom friend and will literally run and tackle you if you aren’t drinking water or taking the meds he’s perscibed. arguably the Smartest one in the bunch—at least with common sense fhdkdb he’s bffs with blue and theyre the Mean Girls of the squad, silently judging you always dhsksn. he definitely overworks himself a LOT just because he cant stand to be alone with his thoughts for long or else he starts to fixate on all the lives he couldnt save. he needs a pHat nap and a cup of caf sO PLEASE give him this, he also always has a massive headache due to the bafoonery he must deal with 25/8 dhsksn

ALSO HERES SOME REALLY ROUGH SKETCHES OF MY 90s plASTIC CUP BABIES RHDKDN

also bonus half sketch/comic of ahsoka that im too lazy to finish rhdkdn

[effervescentdragon]

Another Therapy Session For Me or Thanks, Taylor, You're The Woman

okay so i need to get this out. taylor swift put out all too well 10 min version yesterday, and i watched the short film the moment i woke up and i have something to say

first of all, the song hits on so many different levels, like, the gaslighting of my previous relationship, oh my god. that part with his friends, and how she straightened her hair and wore red lipstick, fuck, i did that. i read everything there was about this 'straight edge' crap his bandmates were into, and i listened to this awful fucking screaming music so that i woyld have something to discuss with them when i was inevitably pulled into their little fucked up band circle. and fuck, im not that into music, im always more into lyrics, but my interests didnt matter. and when i commented on their casual misogyny and how one of his bandmates used to cheat on his wife whenever they went away for a gig, and everyone knew it, i got told that its not like that and i was misinterpreting it and that it was stupid and unimportant, implying that me and my feelings and thoughts were also stupid and unimportant. and my ex was only 2yrs older than me, but his friends were like 6-10 yrs older than that, and it just made me feel so fucking awful.

this song brought back so many memories that i only now realize are so fucked up. girls are always put in these patriarchal structures where its expected of us to seek approval from men who are older and hence depicted as wiser, and that is just such fucking bullshit. (ofc, trans and non-binary people are also put in these kinds of power structure struggles, but here im talking from my perspective as a cis woman who is attracted to men). its like, your worth increases if you get approval from these 'cool older smart dudes', but when time passes, you realize that those dudes are literally fucking wankers with emotional range of a teaspoon who in a way prey on impressionable, younger girls, because in most cases women their age would expect them to, you know. have a job or something, and not spend their days pretending they're metallica in their seventh-rate glorified boy band, but for Real Men and playing Real Music, whatever the fuck that even means.

other point was, that kissing scene between sadie and dylan. holy fuck did that make me uncomfortable, and it took me some time to figure out why, and then i remembered. when i was 17 i had this friend who was some 8 yrs older than me. he was smart, and cool, and seemed like he had life figured out, and we spent ages talking abt politics and philosophy and fantasy (he got me into asoiaf) and i wasnt always as oblivious to romantic stuff as i am now, so i always felt there was some intent there, but something always held me back. i kept telling myself "oh ur so shallow, he may not be the handsomest guy around, but you should give him a chance despite that, bcs hes really nice and kind and smart". and holy fucking god how fucked up is that?! that is fucking patriarchal gaslighting at its fucking WORST, bcs now i realize that wasnt me being shallow. that was me being uncomfortable, the same kind of uncomfortable i felt while i watched that scene and that i felt when he kissed me that one time and i turned away real quick and kinda ghosted him before ghosting was a thing. it was the unconfortable which comes from a twenty six year old man kissing a seventeen year old girl. fuck. just, fucking hell, i didnt even realize how messed up that was, and still is. so like, kudos to my internal alarm going off and not engaging in that kind of relationship. what i think also helped is that my friend at that time 18 was in a relationship with this 29yo dude, and i could feel red flags all throughout that relationship even if i couldnt articulate them, because of whom she turned down a scholarship for oxford and stayed in our shitty little town in the middle of nowhere, only to break up when she was 21. probably too old for him.

so basically i wanna say thanks taylor, for putfing all this into perspective for me. i havent stopped listening to the song for these past two days, and it really, really helps knowing that im not the only one.

[comphersjost]

More Than This ➸ Mikko Rantanen

its 3 am and i couldnt wait to post this. its self indulgent, all of it

You have a thing for bigger guys. And Mikko, well, he takes notice.

word count: 3.9k+

warnings: slight angst? if you squint, reader cant get off, size kink (obviously), smut, thigh riding, mutual pining if you squint, sorta best friend!jt

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You didn't know how you let JT talk you into letting him swipe through your Bumble account. And you definitely don't know how he managed to get you to let him do it while displaying your phone on his Apple TV. And what you absolutely, totally, completely did not know, was how you let him keep going when Ryan, EJ, Gabe, Mikko, Naz and some of the wives and girlfriends arrived at his and Josty’s shared apartment. 

You'd known JT for years, so your dating life wasn't exactly a new subject for you. Besides, it had seemed fun at the time, the group of you lounging around the living room as JT swipes through Bumble for you.

“Hey what about this guy? He's cute!” Gabe says. JT scrolls through the guy’s profile.

“Wait,” you said, stopping him from scrolling any further. “6’4? Swipe right.”

The group erupts into laughter at your words, though you were being completely serious. JT swipes right anyways without scrolling through the rest of “Andy”’s profile, the group cheering as you match. You lock eyes with Mikko, completely by accident, and the dark look in his eyes tells you he knows something you don't. He stands, announcing he's going to get a drink from the kitchen, but you don't miss the smirk tugging at his lips as you gulp, your eyes travel up his hulking frame. 

Your attention is pulled away by Naz saying something about a guy’s bio being “ultimate douchebag vibes”, and that’s when you decide it's been enough. You snatch your phone back from JT, disconnecting from the screen mirroring despite the protests around you. 

“You guys have snooped into my dating life enough,” you laugh, “All thanks to Comph here, but that’s enough, seriously.”

With a grumble, the group relents, allowing the conversation to progress past “6’4? Swipe right.”

-

You were staring again. 

You knew it too. You also knew that if you didn't stop soon - like, now - you were gonna get caught. Again. Just as a thought goes through your head, you feel an elbow digging into your side. 

“If you want to fuck him, just shoot your shot.” You turn to glare at Ashley, finally tearing your eyes away from the blonde brute on the other side of the bar. You reach over to smack JT with the back of your hand as he starts laughing.

“Fuck off, dude,” you say, rolling your eyes. “Even if I wanted to - which I don't, by the way - I couldn't.”

“Says who?” JT says incredulously. “Besides, don't you have a thing for big dudes?” As your oldest friend of the group (though he wasn't always your friend for as long as you've known him, he was your brother’s friend from college before you moved to Denver), JT had the most shit to talk. 

“Says my contract with your team, Jimothy.” The ginger grimaces at the nickname, but lets it slide, opting out of his usual reaction of punching the guys in the arms when they called him that. Instead he laughs again at your defensive expression and your avoidance of his question, turning to call the rest of the guys back to your table. Your glare intensifies as he gives you a shit-eating grin. 

“Technically you don't know that it says that. What's the worst that could happen, Y/N?” he teases, wiggling his eyebrows in a manner that was so unlike him. Drunk JT was the worst you thought. “I'm sure he’d be down for a -” he pauses dramatically “night of passion.” 

You gag at the way he says it, at the same time you here an accented voice say.

“Who wants a night of passion?” 

You tense, not having realized the rest of the team had actually come back so quickly. You force yourself to relax and paint a playful smile on your face, turning to look at the Fin. 

“Nothing, Jimothy’s just being stupid as usual,” you say dryly, scooting over as Mikko motions for you to move further in the booth. You pretend not to notice Ashley’s shit-eating grin as Naz rolls his eyes at her antics. Luckily no one at the table says anything incriminating before the boys start up a new conversation. 

In the chaos you almost don't notice Mikko stretching, placing an arm behind you on the booth. But you do notice, and it makes you stiffen. Mikko feels your body go rigid, glancing down at you with a confused pout. He leans down for a moment until his mouth is by your ear. 

“Are you okay?” he murmurs as his hand drops to caress your shoulder in what you guessed was supposed to be a comforting manner. 

“I’ve got a lot on my mind,” you lie easily, avoiding his gaze. “Just a little on edge.” 

If it was possible his voice lowers, making you strain to hear him. “Just relax.” And - that really doesn't help, heat settling in your gut at the words. 

“Actually -” you say abruptly, finally meeting his eyes for the first time that night, “I think I’m gonna go home. I’m just not feeling it.” 

You can see Ashley watching you closely from the corner of your eye, but you don't turn to look at her. Instead you raise an eyebrow expectantly, motioning for Mikko to get up out of the booth so you could leave. He looks surprised by your sudden desire to leave - lips parted in confusion and what you thought was a hint of hurt. 

With a reluctant look on his face, Mikko slides out of the booth, stepping aside to let you slip past. You send a quick wave to the table, and after a brief goodbye, head towards the exit to wait for your Uber. You assumed Mikko sat back down as you walked away, so it surprised you when you heard Mikko call after you just as you'd begun to walk towards the curb. 

“Y/N! Wait!” 

Your step falters for a moment as you glance over your shoulder, pausin to let Mikko catch up with you. He reaches for you for a moment, before pulling back. 

“Are you okay? Seriously.” 

And like, you hate the concern in his voice. Stupid you think. Stupid accent and stupid pouty lips and stupid - 

Your thoughts are interrupted by Mikko repeating your name, softer this time, as he takes a step closer to you. Your breath hitches at you stare at him towering over you, trying to force yourself to think of anything other than how his massive hands would feel on your body. 

“Yeah,” you finally choke out, taking a step backwards towards your waiting Uber. “Yeah, I’m good, just - I'm just tired and have a lot on my plate right now.” 

You're reaching for the door before he can respond, barely catching his faint “Text me when you get home safe!” before the door is closed. You pretend not to hear him. The driver glances at you in the mirror quizzically, seemingly wanting to ask how you left Mikko Rantanen outside of a bar without so much as a goodbye, but thinks better of it, turning up the soft music on the radio as he begins the drive towards your apartment. 

You feel drained when you finally get home, showering and changing into more comfortable clothes as quickly as you can before crawling into bed. Your thoughts drift to Mikko as you close your eyes, the heat in your gut from before returning. You consider taking care of yourself, but considering you haven't been able to get off in weeks, the idea seems even more exhausting, so you let sleep overtake you. 

- 

“You didn't text me.” 

You glance up from your laptop to see Mikko standing in the aisle of the plane, his eyebrows furrowed into a slight frown. 

“What?” you say dumbly, you stare up at him, forcing your attention away from one of his enormous hands as it curls around the back of the seat in front of you. You only succeed in noticing his thighs in his basketball shorts, the chiseled muscles making your mouth go dry.

“When you left yesterday,” he clarifies, pulling your gaze away from his thighs. “I told you to text me when you got home safe.” 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah, oh.” 

You're taken aback by irritation in his tone - and slightly offended. Who was he to be annoyed with you? 

“Well, I was really tired, so…” you trail off, eyes falling back to your laptop screen. You hope he takes it as an end to the conversation, and luckily, he does. 

You feel bad for being short with him, but JT and Ashley’s teasing from the night before - and, let’s face it, from months before - was getting to you. You can't help but watch Mikko’s back as he retreats, heading back to the front of the plane where he usually sat. 

You see him slump in his seat, blonde curls barely visible over the backrest, and a pang of guilt shoots through you. It’s gone the moment you catch JT’s eye, flipping him off as he grins knowingly, before shaking your head and focusing on your work. 

You didn't have time to lust over Mikko. Not when you had the job that needed your complete focus. 

The flight is short, and you arrive in Edmonton faster than you thought you would. You try to ignore Mikko’s burning stare as the players and staff exit the plane, trying your best to tune into the animated story Josty was telling JT. 

You breathe a sigh of relief once you close the door to your hotel room, finally relaxing for the first time all day. The game wasn't until tomorrow, so you knew you had time to do what you wanted - which was absolutely nothing. 

And nothing you did, lounging around in your room watching Netflix and declining an offer from JT to go out with, well, everyone. It didn't help that you knew Mikko and Mark’s room was directly next to yours, but as you heard the chaos of a group of 30 grown men, and then some, heading out for the night, you relaxed a little more. 

An idea pops into your head when the noise finally fades, your hands slipping further down your body to rest above your shorts. You were tense, and needed release - desperately. You give in to yourself, slipping your fingers under your shorts and panties, gasping as your fingers slide through your folds. You're already wet, sensitive from not having been able to cum in weeks. 

A soft whimper escapes your lips as your fingertips find your clit, rubbing gently to work yourself up. You can't help the noises that escape your mouth, trying to keep yourself quiet, but easing up when you remembered that everyone had gone out. 

Your breath quickens as you rub tight, fast circles on your cunt, your back arching. Your other hand finds your breast through your thin t-shirt, pulling and pinching at your nipple. The added sensation makes you moan loudly into the empty room. 

Your hand moves faster and faster in your panties as you pinch your nipple roughly, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth to keep yourself quiet - just in case. 

You're so so close, you can feel it. Your orgasm is right there, and it feels endless as you chase it. You move the hand that's playing with your breasts down to slip under your panties, sinking two fingers into your pussy. Your back arches even more at the feeling, whines escaping you now even with your lip between your teeth. You just - you need something to push you over the edge into you euphoria but - 

“Fuck!” you sob, your body collapsing back onto your bed as your hands cease their movements. You draw your hands out of your shorts, repeating “Fuck”, before resigning to the fact that you just can't cum. Tears slip down your cheeks as you attempt to catch your breath. It ached, how bad you needed to cum but you just couldn't. So you give up on, trying to find anything else to focus on. Only hours later did you find yourself falling into a restless sleep. 

- 

The knock on your door makes you jump, the sound echoing in your empty apartment. You frown as you think Who the fuck is here this late? You'd only just gotten home and settled from your trip to Edmonton, finally relaxing on your couch with Netlix already pulled up and ready to browse through. You're so caught up in wondering who could be at your door that another three heavy knocks sound at the door. 

 Impatient much? you think bitterly as you make your way to the door. 

You nearly slam it shut again when you see who's on the other side. 

“Mikko,” you say, a questioning tone to your voice. “What are you-” 

“I heard you.” His words are abrupt, cutting your sentence off. You frown, not understanding what he means. You step aside to let him come in, and he doesn't hesitate before sweeping into your apartment, slipping his shoes off and taking a seat at your couch. 

You raise your eyebrows at Mikko’s boldness as you come to stand in front of him, about to ask him to clarify what exactly it was he heard, before he answers the question for you. 

“Last night. In Edmonton.” 

Your blood runs cold, but his voice lowers, thick with intention. 

“I could hear you, when you couldn't cum.” 

“I - I -” you stutter for a moment, “I thought everyone went out last night.” 

It's not a denial of what Mikko said, and he knows it. 

“I stayed behind,” he says simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. His eyes are dark, and you can't bring yourself to look away, no matter how badly you wanted to. 

“I…” You flush under his gaze, somehow both absolutely mortified by him hearing you, and curious to see what he would say. “And you're telling me this because…?” 

Mikko is silent for a few moments, mulling over his words. “Let me help you,” he finally says, his voice low and husky. “Let me help you cum.” 

You can't help the way you gasp, the desperation from the night before flaring up again. 

“Mikko I don't-” 

“Think it's a good idea?” he finishes, his hands coming to rest on your waist, pulling you closer. “I don't care. I want...I want you. I want this. I want to help you.” 

“Mikko…” 

You sound uncertain but he knows you've already made up your mind. You let out a yelp as he tugs you roughly into his lap, smashing his lips into yours. A moan escapes you immediately, god he was incredible. Mikko is big, he's so big that one of his arms wraps itself almost completely around your waist, the other coming up to cup your face, nearly covering half of it. You feel small in his lap, and you love it. 

His tongue darts in and out of your mouth, coaxing small noise from you as you grip his shoulders. It was better than you could have ever imagined, the way he bites your bottom lip and tugs back on it with a smile. You whine again as his giant hand falls to your ass, flexing over the flesh and squeezing. 

He pushes against your ass, guiding you to rock against him. You tear your lips away from him, head falling to his shoulder at the friction. Your brain is fried, unable to think of anything but the behemoth of a man in front of you. 

“God he's so painfully my type” you remember telling your friend when you first moved to Denver. You didn't tell her why. You didn't tell her it was because of his size. You didn't tell her it was because he was over a foot taller than you. And you definitely didn't tell her it was because you wanted him to use that size to his advantage with you. 

And use it he did, moving your body the way he wants against him as you whimper pathetically. Mikko maneuvers you so that you're seated on one of his massive thighs, your leggings doing next to nothing to provide a barrier between your cunt and his thigh. 

“Please,” you find yourself whining before you can stop yourself. The pressure of his leg against your clit makes you giddy, unable to think of anything but more more more. Mikko’s hand on your ass guides you, rocking your hips against him as the other caresses your hair. 

“That's it,” he spurs you on, accent thickening as he moves you, “Just like that, good girl. Feels good doesn't it?” 

You whimper again and nod against his neck, moving your hips even as he guides you. The friction feels delicious against your cunt, and you can already feel your orgasm building up. Mikko murmurs soft words of encouragement as you rut against him, the tent in his sweatpants growing tighter as more noises escape your throat. 

Logically, you knew Mikko’s size would likely match the size of his cock but - nothing could have prepared you for what you felt against your thigh as you rocked harder into him. His cock was straining against his sweats, thick and heavy as you pushed against him. 

Mikko’s hand disappears from your ass for a moment, before coming down again with a rough smack. You jolt at the sting and cry out as it only brings you closer to the edge. Your hand curls around his neck, your face smushed into his shoulder with his other hand cradling the back of your head. 

“Please, Mikko, please!” you sob into his t-shirt, so fucking close to release. You were desperate, strings of curses and his name and “pleasepleaseplease” the only words leaving your mouth. He coos gently at your desperation, bouncing his leg slightly to give you more friction. 

“I've got you, rakas,” (beloved) he murmurs lowly, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “You're close aren't you?” 

“Mhm.” Your voice comes out whiny, but you could really care less, too caught up in chasing your orgasm to care how you sounded. “Mik - Mikko, please, please.” 

“That’s it,” he repeats, the hand that was cradling your head disappearing, only to come down on your ass sharply. A sob is ripped from your throat as you wind your hand into his hair and pull. “Come on, there you go, are you going to cum for me?” 

“Yes yes yesyesyes,” you babble, frantic as you seek your high. 

“Cum for me, rakas,” Mikko growls. “I want you to cum for me.”

The filthy, commanding tone he uses is enough to send you over the edge, throwing you into white-hot ecstasy as you finally - finally - achieve the release you've been craving. You're faintly aware of the scream you let out, and the tears slipping down your cheeks, but you're too focused on the pleasure you're feeling to be embarrassed - or even care, for that matter. 

Mikko holds you tight to his body as you begin to regain consciousness, rocking you slower and slower against his thigh until he stops, tugging you so that you straddle his lap instead. You're hyper aware of his cock pressing against your thigh, achingly hard. 

“You did so well,” he purrs, peppering your neck with soft, wet kisses. “You did so fucking good, you're so beautiful when you cum for me.” You whine at the words, finally finding the strength to lift your heavy head from his shoulder. 

“Sorry I ruined your shirt,” you snivel, gasping out a sob when another tremor wracks your body. Mikko pulls you back into his chest, chuckling softly. 

“That's alright, suloinen asia. (sweet thing) You did so good for me.” 

Mikko strokes your hair softly as your sobs slow to a stop, holding you tightly to him to build you back up where he shattered you. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear as his fingers caress you, the heat radiating from him lulling you into a daze. 

“Thank you,” you whisper softly, curling your hand around the back of his head. You pull back softly to look at him, and you can't help but revel in what you see. Mikko’s cheeks are pink, his lips swollen and bruised, and his eyes are blown wide with lust. He stares up at you in admiration, smiling almost shyly at your gratitude. 

“Y/N I - fuuuck,” Mikko’s words are cut off when you rock your hips against his aching cock, his hands flying to your waist. “What are you - oh - Y/N - shit -” 

“Please?” you mewl softly, pouting softly at his reprimanding stare. 

“Stop that,” he groans, his head tilting back slightly in pleasure. Whether he's talking about your pout or the way you were grinding on him - who knows. 

“Please?” you repeat, smiling triumphantly when his hands on your waist push you a little harder against his dick. 

“Yeah,” he breathes, “Yeah, yeah, okay, one condition.” 

“Mhm,” you hum, too distracted with roaming your eyes over Mikko’s chest and arms to pay attention. 

“Hey.” Mikko grabs your face between two fingers, squishing your cheeks together as he forces you to look at him. You stop breathing for a moment, his grip on your face unrelenting as you wait for him to tell you his condition. “My condition,” he says, “is that I want more than just this. Let me take you on a date. And no more swiping right on any other big guys on dating apps.” 

His words catch you by surprise, and you laugh loudly. Mikko lets go of your face when you do, watching you throw your head back joyfully. He's confused for a moment, but accepts your kiss, smiling against your mouth as you giggle against his. 

“Is that a yes?” he murmurs between kisses. 

“It's a hell yes,” you smile brightly, leaning into to steal another. 

“Great, now can I fuck you over the back of this couch and make you cum again or what?”