#im gonna bite his head off (affectionately

[choccy-sippy]

AUGHAUGJGBJBARKBATK i told blveherb i was gonna hold off posting about him until i got his in-game outfit made, but this picture is so cute I couldn’t help it

[biolumien]

Tired and sleepy reader who gets affectionate 10x more than usual with soushiro...... fluff

notes: short and cute... soft and sweet... im very sleepy all the time. this speaks to me. obligatory soundtrack for this lil' thing is this album.

nights like these

soshiro hoshina x gn!reader no warnings apply, they're just cute. word count: 808

“it’s 3 AM,” hoshina whispers, leaning close to your face. “you know that, right?” 

it’s been an ever-increasing habit of yours to call hoshina over right before you went to bed—you’d frequently call him over in the middle of the night, to increasingly later and later hours–and yet he’d show up each time, without fail. you’d texted him in the middle of the night, holding your phone close to your face, rubbing at your eye as you blearily texted for him to come over.

“mm,” you whine sleepily, reaching out to touch his face, letting your thumbs brush across his cheeks.. “hoshinaa.”

“yes?” hoshina’s voice was soft as he rested his hands on the bed, letting himself lean into your touches. as your thumbs brushed across the corners of his lips, you could feel the way his smile quirked upwards into your touch. one of his fangs poked out a little bit, teasingly biting the pad of your thumb. you whine, ever so softly, and he laughs fondly, pressing his face closer to yours. “what is it?” “stay,” you mumble. “don’t want you to go. stay here.”

“mm.” hoshina’s hands reached up to wrap around your wrists, his thumb brushing the back of your hands. “greedy. i still have things to do, you know.”

“no you don’t,” you protest, brushing your face against his. you can feel the way he shivers against your skin,  “‘m asking you to sleep with me, soshiro, what could be more important?”

“mm…” hoshina’s voice turns into a low drawl–you can feel the way his voice vibrates in his chest. “just don’t wanna get caught. the rest of the third division’s never gonna let this go if they find me…” though as he says this, he’s gently pushing at you ever so slightly, nudging you deeper into your bed, trying to make room for him. “c’mon, darling dearest. move a little bit for me.”

you shift backwards a little, yawning a bit as hoshina takes off his jacket, throwing it somewhere on the floor behind him as he pulls up your covers, slotting himself neatly beside you. you yawn again, pressing your face into his collarbone as soon as he’s settled. for how lithe he is, his chest is hard, too–firm and tensed with muscle. you can feel the way his heart beats, slow and steady. 

he hums, wrapping one of his arms around you, pulling you closer.

“you’re so needy, y’know?” hoshina teases, running a hand through your hair. “what am i gonna do with you?”

“mmh,” you kiss his neck, and his skin is warm. he smells faintly of something sweet and clean, and he chuckles.

“hey, i’m talkin’ to you…” he yawns a bit, his body tensing a little bit as he entangles his legs with yours, leaning forward to bury his face in the nape of your neck. “mm…”

“how was work today?” you ask, gently touching at the nape of his neck. he feels warm, a tactile weight beneath your hands, and you can’t help but feel the desperate desire to swallow him fully, fully entangling yourself in him–till you wouldn’t be able to tell where you start and where he ends. 

“mm. fine. boring,” hoshina says. “filin’ paperwork keeps me up all night. needed t’write up a report. i’d much rather be out there fightin’.” he presses a kiss to your neck as well, almost biting down against your skin. you shudder, entangling your hands in his hair. “how about you?”

“boring,” you respond. you tilt hoshina’s head up slightly, blinking up at him. his scarlet eyes were ever-so-slightly narrowed with sleep, his expression intense even though his body belied his weariness, how exhausted he really was. but his face is so fond–a fondness that makes your throat squeeze, almost. you lean up to slot your lips together, and he hums ever so slightly, moving his lips against yours sleepily.

“this is the highlight of my day,” you murmur against his lips, and he chuckles.

“sap,” he teases. 

“mm. shut it, you. you’re the one in my bed right now,” you mumble, pressing closer to him.

“only after you asked,” hoshina says, but his hand around you is firm, protective–possibly even a little possessive as it moves to the small of your back. 

“negotiation’s one of my best traits,” you tease.

“it is,” hoshina says, ever so fondly. his hand reaches up to brush your hair from your face. “n’you’re lucky i love you, and you’re cute when you ask.”

you hum, leaning into his touch, kissing his palm. 

“i’m sleepy,” you complain, a pout coming across your lips.

“then sleep,” hoshina says, kissing you again on the lips. “i’ll be here.”

“mhm,” you mumble, letting your eyes fall shut as you tuck yourself against hoshina, feeling the warm embrace of sleep take you into its arms.

[merotwst]

🐭 but bcuz you're just too cool for me.

I swoon in the presence of your coolness. /j

ure so sweet! i think ure very cool too plsss don't hesitate to try talking to me ^^ i don't bite (most of the time)

[cherryobx]

pheromone perfume

pairing: jj maybank x reader

request: Could you write about that one perfume that’s making all men go crazy over their girls, like all clingy but with jj? Thank you (if not that’s fine sorry) 💕

a/n: thank you for the request @m3ntally-unstable! so sorry it took me so long to write! hope you enjoy it! and if any of yall find any typos or smth then let me know im too lazy to proofread lol

summary: you accidentally buy a pheromone perfume and JJ can't keep his hands off of you

warnings: none i think

wc: 0.9k

It was a total accident. You didn’t realise at the time of purchasing that you had bought a pheromone perfume. It smelled good and that’s why you bought it, not paying much attention to the label on the bottle. It was not very strong but it smelled sweet and fresh.  Only when JJ started acting weirder than normal did you start to suspect that your new perfume might be the cause.

When it first happened you were in the kitchen making yourself a sandwich and JJ came to the kitchen to get a glass of water. He grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled his glass to the brim with cold water, chugging it afterwards.

“Can you make me one too? Pretty please.” he asks, looking over to where you’re assembling your mid-day snack with his puppy-dog eyes.

“Sure.” You happily oblige. You’re making yourself one anyway, might as well make two. It’s not a problem.

“Thank you.” He kisses you on the cheek and intends to turn to leave and go back to the living room but something stops him in his tracks. You smell different. 

He doesn’t understand it at first. You always smell good, good enough to bite. But this is different. He leans in closer, his nose almost touching your neck, and takes a deep whiff.

“What the hell are you doing?” 

JJ almost doesn’t register what you had just asked him. His mind is in a whirlwind and his mind is foggy, the only thought in his head is that he needs to be closer to you. He needs to touch you.

“You smell so good.” He stands behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, face pressed to the crook of your neck.

“JJ.”

“Hmm?” He presses small kisses to your neck, behind your ear, on your jaw. He’s so enamoured he can’t get enough of this new scent of yours. It smells like you always do, except somehow stronger and even better. It has enhanced your smell and it’s addicting.

“Are you okay?” The sandwich-making is on pause for the moment and you put down the knife in your hand.

“Mhm.” His mind barely forms any other thoughts than you.

You turn around in his arms and he lifts his head from your neck and meets your eye. He doesn’t waste a second to kiss you. You melt into his touch and let yourself enjoy the moment for a second.

His big hands snake behind your thighs and he lifts you on the kitchen counter, stepping between your parted legs. He breaks your kiss just to move back down to your neck and press even more kisses there, not so secretly smelling you again.

“JJ,” you pant.

He just grunts in response.

“If you want a sandwich you’re gonna have to take your hands off of me for a sec.”

“Fuck the sandwich.”

For the rest of the day he’s unable to keep his hands to himself. He’s constantly touching you, following you around like a dog. He’s being clingier than normal but you don’t give it that much thought at the moment. Maybe he’s just really into your new perfume. 

Later you start to think that it’s kind of weird that the day you buy a new perfume he can’t stop touching you. You then intentionally don’t wear the perfume for the next couple of days, instead spraying on your old ones that you’re still so fond of. And even though JJ likes those too, has expressed it many times in the past, he’s not as clingy anymore. Of course, he’s touchy and affectionate like he usually is  but not to that extreme degree.

So you put the new perfume on a few days later to test your working theory and JJ’s drawn to you like a moth to a flame. It’s like he smelled it from miles away because as soon as he’s at your place he’s almost climbing you like a tree. You called him over for a movie night and you’re on the couch together. Usually you lean against JJ or he has his arm wrapped around you or you’re laying on his chest. But this time JJ is literally smothering you. He’s laying on top of you and his head is resting on your collarbone. Occasionally he presses a light kiss there or on your neck. 

“JJ, I need to go pee.” He groans at that. “Can’t you just hold it?” he mutters into your skin.

“That’s not how it works, JJ. Please let me get up.” 

He reluctantly rolls off of you, a mopey look on his face. “Can I come with you?”

You’re confused. “Come with me? To pee? Why?”

He shrugs. “Just because.”

“It’ll take two seconds. I’ll be back before you know it.” JJ throws his head back and lets out another groan. 

You go to the bathroom, do your business, and just before your hand grabs the door knob you eye the perfume from the corner of your eye, sitting on the bathroom shelf. It makes you wonder. Maybe it really is the perfume. You pick it up and for the first time actually read the label on it. “Pheromone perfume,” you mutter to yourself and then scoff. It’s almost funny.

You return to the living room where JJ has been impatiently waiting for the last few minutes. “Took you long enough. Back to your spot, princess.”

You lay back down and he lies on you once again, but not before pressing a small peck to your lips.

Safe to say you’ll be using your new perfume more often.

[dwaekkicidal]

Lessons

˚ʚfwb!Bang Chan x fem!Readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: Just a regular session of your best friend helping you learn Korean <3

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 1.6k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: fem!reader, nicknames; ‘honey and good girl,’ pvssy slaps, playful ass&thigh spanking, Chris calls himself Daddy once lol, rough sex, creampie (try to pee after sex pls <3)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: max and I spoke about this a few weeks ago and it was soo hot so I wanted to write something for it,,, but then I lost motivation for it for a while😭 anyways hope u enjoy <3

OH and thank you for 700 followers!! (im late so now so ~25 away from 800) :''') I have something planned for if/when I hit 1k hehe, Love u guys :>

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

After you had moved to Korea, you made it your sole goal to be completely fluent in Korean as soon as possible. You knew the basics and some vocabulary that got you through day-to-day encounters, but holding an actual conversation past introductions was rather difficult. So, this is how you found yourself in your current situation. Your best friend and fuck buddy of 2 years giving you weekly Korean lessons.

And this? This was a normal thing between you both. Sitting in his lap practicing while he sits there explaining things and kneading your thighs mindlessly. It was a normal occurrence! The only difference is you usually wore sweats or some sort of bottom that would cover your legs more. Today was one of the hotter days of the week, so you disregarded the extras and opted to only wear one of his shirts, nothing else.

His hands rubbed eagerly up and down your thighs, squeezing the flesh like he does with soft pillows. Again, it was normal, but today he seemed to be restless with his movements. You couldn’t help but let out a shaky breath when he mindlessly squeezed the flesh of your inner thigh rather roughly while he translated a word you couldn’t figure out. “What is up with you today? You’re more touchy-feely than usual.”

“Sorry haha. Had a long day so I’m fidgety.. And you know I can’t resist you in nothing but my shirt.” You only hummed in response. You believed what he said, but you also knew that he wasn’t stupid and that the apology was not for his roughness as much as it was for how riled up he knew you were getting. He was never actually sorry about being physically affectionate with you, but you both knew how you tended to get very horny when his hands were on you so desperately.

“Mmmm.. Let me play with you a little while you read, okay?” You shake your head and push your study items away, pulling a laugh from him when you mumbled out ‘Fuck that, I need you.’

“None of that hahaha. Focus on the reading, honey.” He said, placing a kiss on your cheek before leaning down and biting into your neck. You groaned and leaned back into him, grinding against him in an attempt to make him fold in your favor. He let the first few grinds pass as he left hickeys along your neck, but the second your hands cupped him through his shorts he grabbed your hips to still your movements.

“Hey.“ The commanding tone in his voice caught you off guard and had your hands immediately stop in their tracks. “Stop that. You’re going to finish reading this text and then I’ll fuck you nice and good.”

“It’s not that serious, Chris. It's just a few paragraphs, we can do it after or just skip out this week.. Plus it’s your fault I’m this horny anyways.” The attitude in your voice makes him narrow his eyes, and then he grabs your chin and angles you to look back at him.

“Watch your tone. And I’m not gonna tell you again,” His hand grabbed both of yours and placed them on the table before moving to spread your legs open for him. Then, he finishes his sentence and enunciates each word with a harsh smack to your bare cunt. “Finish. Reading. The. Article.” The last one comes off harder than the others and it pulls a squeal from you, making your hands shoot down and wrap around his wrist while your legs slam shut against his hand. He grabs from your inner knee and hooks your legs over his, keeping you spread for him, and he pulls your book closer again.

You can feel the teasing smile on his face after he places a kiss on your cheek and then speaks against it. “You only have one article left, honey. The quicker you read it, the quicker I can bend you over and fuck you into the table~” You can’t help but whine and nod. Once you look down at the material again, Chris’ hands that were previously rubbing your inner thigh move back to rub along your wet folds. 

Then for what feels like the next hour, but was really just 20 long minutes, you slur out the words in front of you as best as you can. Chris’ left hand swapped between drawing circles into your clit and pinching your nipple, while his right hand shoved fingers against your walls. And every couple of minutes he would swap between kissing your neck to sucking hickeys into your collarbone. However, you weren’t allowed to cum and any time you mispronounced something or took too long to read a word, a stern slap was sent against your clit. As long as you continued to read well, he would pump 3 of his fingers in and out of you.

By the time you’re halfway through the material, your mind is foggy and you’re almost drooling on yourself from the constant edging. By the time you’re on the last sentence, your legs are shaking and you're slumped against him letting out quiet moans. Your neck and collarbone were so red from his incessant suckling, and you were desperate to get this over with. And then, when you finally finished, he stopped all movements to place a soft, congratulatory slap on your thigh and massaged your hips.

“Good girl… Now was that so hard?” With that, he hurriedly clears the desk before helping you stand and then standing himself. The chair you both rested on was kicked backwards and your whole world spun as he suddenly pinned you to the desk. You whined as his hand held a tight grip in your hair and pushed your face into the table. His free hand playfully squeezed and slapped at your ass a few times before you heard his shorts and boxers hit the floor.

You sighed out his name as he teased his tip through your folds, silently pleading with him to hurry it up. “Shhhhhh… ‘Atta girl. You did so well, baby. Now let me take care of you, yeah?”

He finally sunk in and nothing but low, whiny moans left your lips as you clenched around him. His free hand grabbed a handful of your ass, squeezing it in appreciation while he slowly sunk every inch he had to offer. Once he bottomed out he gave you only a little bit of time before his thrusts started, albeit slowly at first but quickly ramping up due to his own impatience. It doesn’t take long for him to change to an unforgiving and rougher pace, his hand still holding your head against the table.

“Fff-fuck.. Christopherrr-”

“Yeah yeah, baby. Daddy’s got you. ‘M nice and deep, just how you like it right?” You missed the way he smirked when you let out a desperate ‘Uh-huh’ in response, but you could feel the way it encouraged him when his hips slammed against yours with more eagerness. He keeps this pace up for a while until he feels you tighten around him, and then he changes to slow, deep thrusts that make your eyes roll into your skull. 

The hand in your hair slides on top of yours on the desk, intertwining your fingers, and he leans forward to place his forehead between your shoulder blades, “Mmmm keep squeezing me, Honey. Fffuck, juuust like that..”

When you’re tipping over the edge, he places a kiss on your sweaty skin and moans against it. “That’s it, baby. Cum for me and I’ll fill you up just how you like it, okay?” You want to nod, but everything hits you at once so you can only cry out against your desk.

As your orgasm starts to fade into overstimulation, he fixes his posture and focuses on his hip movements. A squeaky moan falls from your lips as he suddenly bottoms out and the hold on your hip tightens. He threw his head back and bit his bottom lip as he came, attempting to muffle his whiney moans. He rides out his orgasm by sometimes pulling out and snapping his hips harshly against yours.

“Fuck… If that’s how we end the studying session from now on, I might consider this payment.” He jokes.

You let out a breathy laugh and he starts to pull out slowly, pushing you into the table as he did so. You take the moment to catch your breath when you realize he’s gone quiet and there’s the light feeling of breath on your thighs. Your head snaps back and you realize he was kneeling in order to watch his cum slide down your folds.

“Hey!” you whine and place a hand on his forehead, pushing his face away only for him to resist, so you use your feet to push him harder. He laughs at your embarrassment and stands up, pulling you to sit up as well and lifting the shirt off of you. He uses it to wipe you down before throwing it into your hamper and grabbing one of his spare shirts from your dresser. He steals a kiss before covering you in the shirt, then drags you to the living room to watch a tv show together.

You two spend the rest of the night on the couch, watching tv and relaxing in each other’s warmth. It’s no surprise when soft snores are heard and you look down to see his sleeping face squished into your chest. You huff out a laugh before you snuggle him closer. Then, your eyes get heavy until they inevitably close, and you fall asleep too.

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@jiminssluttyminx @changisworld @juskz @linohumina

[spideyhexx]

1 am thoughts with kit;

nsfw

also inspired by some talks with @goosita <3

The entire build up to your orgasm, Eddie’s lips are at your ear, kissing and nipping at your skin, his breath hot. His hair tickles you, but your hands find purchase in it, playing with it just the way he likes.

The way that makes him hold your hips tighter and push his dick deeper into you as he slowly thrusts, muttering, “there you go, sweetheart, almost here yeah? Almost there, god you’re so…you’re so beautiful.”

You let out a more strained moan that you muffle by humming through it and he shushes you gently, “I know, gotta tell me, sweetheart, you’re there?”

With a nod and slight buck of your hips to his, you tell him, “yeah…right there, Eddie…just a little more.”

He bites back a groan of his own and picks up the pace, his little nips to your earlobe still so gentle, never truly biting down on you. The harshest thing you feel is his lips moving beneath your ear and sucking on the skin there because he knows that’s your spot.

“Always so pretty like this,” he says, smiling against your skin, helping you move your hips to meet his. His mattress is off slightly on his bed frame, and you can both hear the slight noise of it creaking on the floor but he distracts you from it quick, “oh there you go squeezing me, kills me, sweetheart,” and gives your hip an affectionate squeeze.

It makes you smile, and he doesn’t even need to lift his head to know that’s your reaction to his words. Eddie’s hand sneaks down to rub your clit, relishing in the way your body arches to him at the feeling. His calloused fingers rubbing deft circles nice and quick to time with his thrusts picking up, “come on, baby,” he whispers, “you’re so pretty when you come, lemme see it, just for me, c’mon.”

He has the right of mind to move his hand to your mouth when your orgasm washes over you, burying himself in you to help you ride it out as good as it can be before he pulls out. Eddie moves his hand from your mouth and you watch, panting as he jerks his cock twice before painting your stomach in his cum, a breathy sound leaving his lips, forehead to your chest.

You rake your fingers in his hair, scratching his scalp in a soothing manner, focusing on his breaths against you.

“Babe. I think that’s a new record. Four minutes,” he mumbles, glancing at the clock near his bed. You scoff and hit his shoulder playfully, and he just shoots you a cute grin before moving down the bed.

“Eddie, no, im too sensitive,” you whine at him and he smiles even wider.

“While I love to taste you, that wasn’t my intention.”

Eddie flicks out his tongue to lick some of his cum off of your tummy. You don’t know whether to roll your eyes at it or moan. His eyes stay on you, big and dazed still from his orgasm, but also stuck on your beauty, not wanting to waste any second from looking away. The taste of himself isn’t something he cares or thinks about, only focused on the way you look at him, amused and still full of desire for him.

His tongue makes you ticklish the more he licks up his cum, and he knows it. “Eddie, I think you got it all,” and you flick his ear, to which he scoffs.

“No, I think I gotta keep licking, babe,” to which he purposely licks a stripe agaisnt your side where he knows you’re gonna get ticklish.

You squirm and chuckle, and it only makes him lick you again, his hands tight on your hips to keep you still. And his nose presses into your side, he stills like he’s done, but then he makes a growling noise, biting gently all over your skin from your one side to the other.

All the while, he can’t contain his smile over your laughs.

[spookyji]

hi lovie 🌱 could you write a bunnyhybrid!reader au with soobin ? if you want and have time ofc 🪽

-nami

# nsfw + bunny hybrid!reader, riding, breeding. (on the scale of hybrids, bunnies are prob most desirable since they just want to be fucked n bred all the time lol)

hey, bunny, soobin murmurs with a gentle smile, affectionately petting your soft, floppy ears as you crawl your way into his lap as he sits on the couch, pushing your head under his hands, eager for touch after a long day of being separated,, it can’t be helped after all,, bunny hybrids are known for their insatiable need for affection, and you’re simply no exception, just way the soobin loves you, so clingy… and so oblivious to the way you unconsciously begin to rub your clothed pussy against his crotch as he pets your floppy bunny ears. so innocently filthy, aren’t you? aroused by just touch.

and he’ll encourage your instinctive needs, as one of his hands slowly trails down your back through the thin t-shirt of his you’re wearing, feeling you shiver at his touch, until you cry out as he touches your sensitive, fluffy tail, just peeking out from beneath the hem. soobin,, f-feels all hot, you whimper, burying your pretty face into his shoulder,, so innocently trying to cure the need burning in your core as you hump his stiffening bulge, biting your pouty lower lip as you shiver and flinch from the waves of arousal and need flooding your blood and veins, everywhere soobin touches feeling so warm as your panties soak with arousal.

shhh,, gonna show me, bunny? soobin whispers gently,, a restrained groan caught in his throat when you whimper and tug his hand to press against your panties, soaked through so easily,, trembling with need as soobin slowly hooks his fingers over your panties, helping them off your pretty legs. and god, the way his fingers push deep into your cute, tight cunt, wetness easily coating his fingers,, gasps and whimpers muffled by the crook of his neck as your cute hips hump his hand, so innocently eager for more.

whining when soobin’s fingers slip out,, until you’re pawing at his crotch to messily unzip and free his stiff cock, a mess of incoherent whimpers as his length fills you up to the brim, fuck, soobin’s head tipping back, biting back a moan as your sloppily try to fuck yourself on his cock, cute tits bouncing as you whimper, bunny hybrid instincts driving your cute mind into a dumb haze of a single, simple need. breeding. messy, wet kisses against his lips as soobin’s hands grasp your hips, taking control as his hips meet yours in wet, lewd slaps of skin, cunt clenching him so tightly soobin can barely think straight, fucking your pretty pussy like a cocksleeve,,

and god, the way your cling to him when he fills you up full, hot streaks of his cum pairing your cunt creamy,, soobin gently pushing you on your back against the couch, his tall frame trapping you as he shoves up the shirt of his you always wear because it smells like him, his pretty, heart shaped lips parted at the divine sight before him. his darling bunny, your floppy ears and hair a mess, soft lips swollen from kisses, pussy seeping his cum,, his lips kissing and sucking your cute, perky nipples as you squirm beneath him at the arousing sensation, fingers pawing at him for more,, after all, bunnies can’t be satisfied until you’ve been thoroughly bred,, and soobin’s more than willing to give.

sorry it’s been a second since i wrote hybrid lol im so rusty this is prob not my best but uhhh hopefully its ok

[demiesworld]

thinking about being high off of marijuana with suguru…

you don't know how you ended up in this position in suguru's bedroom. you're laid out on your back with the man of your dreams in between your thighs. his deep brown eyes looking into your eyes as he slowly rocks his hips back and forth. his thick cock is trapped in your tight walls, feeding your juicy pussy short and deep strokes. if you could remember where this all started from it came from when suguru offered you to smoke weed with him. you always would smoke with suguru, your boyfriend, when he offered. so whatever that was in the strain that you two smoked not just one joint but two had brought you here. suguru geto, languidly thrusting his dick into you, with his silky black hair curtaining your faces from the outside world. just you staring up into suguru's pretty and handsome face like he was the sun. in your eyes he was. you embrace your man like a koala, legs and arms holding him tight as you pull him down for a lazy heated kiss. your body shudders and you moan shakily when suguru's pierced tongue snakes inside of your mouth. he places his left hand on your breast, squeezing the flesh gently as he keeps grinding his hips into yours. you clutch at the hairs on his nape with one hand and the other digs fingernails into his warm sandy shoulder blade. you two parted your lips for a moment, gasping into each other's mouths. you could feel yourself ascending to a higher plane from the effects of the weed and what you were feeling for suguru. you listen to your heart beat faster and the blood screaming through your ears.

you arch your back and whisper to him, "i love you suguru," "i love you too baby," he returns. you let out a squeak when he started snapping his hips into you. your voice bounces as you cry out,  "i, i love you so much suguru!" then cradle his head to hide his face into your neck. suguru kisses at your sweaty skin wetly, and groans, "fuck, i love you baby," he increases his speed, his dick pistons into your dripping pussy and his heavy balls slap against your ass. you toss your head back and drag your fingernails down his shoulder. you mewl, "oh! oh, i love you so fuckING much!" "i love you, baby! hm!" you're both panting and moaning as the intensity of suguru's thrusts increases. your body is being pounded into the bed with suguru's deep and heavy strokes. "oh! …oh! UH! F-FUCK! GONNA! CUM!" you emphasize your words right before your cunt spasms around his thick and uncut cock. your walls clench around suguru so tight he's left with nothing to do but gently rock his hips again. he's helping you ride out your orgasm while trying to find his own. your slick leaves his cock glistening with it. he is patient when he waits for your cunt to stop clenching around him so he could return back to loving you right. "hmm, baby, fuuuck," he sighs onto your neck and goes to sucking on your earlobe. your body shivers from him sucking on your ear. his tongue licks around the shell of your ear, then his teeth gnaw at it. "hm~ suguru!" you squeal when he nips at your ear then the raven-haired man chuckles. before he pulls away, he affectionately kisses your ear. suguru sensually croons, "im sorry baby," you pouted up at him, "that really hurt daddy." you had to bite back the smile on your lips when you whined. suguru plays on with your act, his hands going to your hips as he kneels up on the bed. "oh baby, what can daddy do to make it better huh?" he asks while he's slowly moving his hips into you again.

you bite down on your bottom lip before you say, "fuck me like a slut, daddy." suguru's cock twitches in your warm walls from your response. he's beginning to speed up his tempo now. his slow and deep strokes transitioning to quick and hard hammering. his dick is fucking right into your sweet spot, never missing a beat. you're being bounced on his cock, and your back arches from the bed as you let out a high pitched moan. "fuck you like a slut? no, baby i think you- fuuck- meant fuck you like you're my slut." "mhm! mhm! yes daddy! oh fuck, yessss!" "that's right, you're daddy's slut." suguru wraps his arms around your body and hoists you up into his lap. you have your legs on either side of suguru's narrow waist and your hips connect with his own as you meet his thrusts. your faces are close together. with this position everything is so intimate, everything is so vulnerable. you look into suguru's deep brown eyes and you admire him for his ethereal beauty. everything about this man is so unreal to you. he's like a gift from heaven's above. you let out a breathless sigh as you're being pummeled into. "d-daddy i love you…" you choke on another moan when suguru rocks his hips slowly into yours. the lazy rhythm feels good against your clit. he rolls his hips into circles as he says, "i love you too baby." the slick noises your pussy makes when suguru pumps his hips upward is so obscene. you feel suguru's breathing get heavier and quicker as he was chasing after his orgasm. "oh, ssshit, fuck, im gonna cum baby. fuck, im gonna… c-CUM!" he snaps his hips up and shoots his heavy hot load into your womb. you let out a squeak when you feel the rush of warmth filling you up. suguru fucks his cum deep into your sensitive pussy, his mouth agape at the sight of sticky strings on his pubic hair.

your cunt is not any better. it's swollen from the persistent strokes and your slick is glistening his veiny cock. "oh fuck," he mutters breathlessly and looks back up to your glassy eyes, the whites of them still tinged with red from the weed. suguru lets out a hiss before he clashes his lips with yours and lay you down on your back on the bed. you lay with your sore limbs splayed out on the mattress. suguru slides his softening cock out, a lewd wet "pap" follows. he grabs the base of his heavy cock and taps his fat head on your puffy clit. you let out a sharp hiss then moan. he smears his cum on the tender nerve of your nub. after he glides his cock up and down in between your sticky folds. "listen to that baby," you hum questionably until suguru kindly shushes you and reminds you to listen. you do and your ears catch on to the raunchy slushing noise he was creating. you feel your clit throb at the sound and you internally scream to yourself, "we're never going to stop!" suguru has already made your worry a reality the second he inserted his tip into your gaping pussy and was fucking just the tip of it in and out. the sound of it reminded you of wet squishing. after he had thrusted it into you a few more times, suguru fully slid his thick cock back into you. you choke on a gasp and your pussy squeezes on his length. he sweetly coos, "hmm… im sorry baby…" his hand cups your chin lazily grinning at seeing your eyes roll back, his sultry voice husks, "but daddy needs you for a little while longer…"

☆ — note: i feel like i should make this a series since i only write this shit when i am high. i got the inspiration from literally this guy im talking to. we are both 420 friendly and i was smoking some, thought of him doing this to me, and i was like oh yeah need to write that down. plus this was written in one-go so there will be mistakes lmao

[princessbrunette]

hii princess, i’ve been having some thoughts lately bout john b rubbing reader thru her cute lil panties so she can fall asleep 💕💕 thx sweetheart - 📝

𐙚🦢🩰⋆.˚❆

“is this even gonna help? i feel like i’m only waking you up more, sweetheart.” you hear the tired smile in john b’s voice as he presses to your side, the warmth radiating off his body the way it always did. his natural body heat was usually enough to put you straight to sleep, but today you were too antsy and wired up— so he’d taken a different approach.

you groan, the sound cracking brokenly in the air as your legs fall open — half awake letting john b softly rub your needy little clit through the thin fabric of your panties. it had to be around 2AM, and for some reason this was the only thing that could soothe you.

“s’helping.” you reassure weakly, warm drool running out the corner of your mouth as you lightly gnaw at his arm.

“is biting me also helping you get to sleep, pup? hm?” he sarks, dusting a kiss on your crown to show he was joking. you don’t respond, mouth falling open as you begin to pant — orgasm pending. “mm, it’s coming isn’t it?” he encourages and you nod, whining and jerking.

you feel your panties soak right through as you cum, your boyfriend right in your ear talking you through it. when you’re finished, he gives your clit a little affectionate tap before cupping the length of your clothed pussy — releasing a pleased hum.

“so, my thing is — this was supposed to help you sleep through the night. but i’m not so sure that was enough. think im gonna have to make you cum just like this a couple more times? that cool with you puppy?” his middle and ring finger begin to circle your covered clit once more, head turning so he could get a better look at you.

you nod, but it doesn’t matter what you respond because he was doing it anyway. daddy always knows best.

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[b1mbodoll]

gabi every time u post what ur thinking abt i am condemned with incurable brain rot :( ive alr sent u an ask abt puppy jake so im here to talk abt sungkitty ! who manhandles u to sit between his thighs so he can ‘clean u’ after a long day, hard in his shorts where he’s been practically edging himself grinding against your lower back, licking at your cheeks and neck and everywhere else. he tuts at you and growls against your neck when he realises what a mess you’ve made a mess of ur panties, pins you underneath him and spends what feels like forever licking at the sticky, milky-white mess you’ve left for him. sucks the sodden material of your panties and pockets them, claiming it’s been forever since you got him a new toy, the least you could do is let him keep these. palms at your boobs and asks what he has to do to have you leaking for him there too, mumbles against your clit that he’s gonna breed you til it sticks. sometimes he hates the way jake is always yipping at your heels, and takes it out on u :( hits your toothbrush when you’re brushing your teeth to watch you gag n tear up, glaring at him so cutely it makes him want to push you to your knees and give you something else to gag on. he always messes with the thermostat in your apartment, he’s a kitty, he doesn’t like the cold all that much, but it gives him an excuse to drape himself over you, knead your thighs and pinch your nipples because they’re poking through your shirt :( shoves jake out of your bed at night because he wants to be the one watching when your pretty tits slip out of your shirt, wants to bite at them when you stop stroking behind his ears, but also suck and lick at them when he’s drowsy and wants to be a little affectionate :(( tells it’s so gross that jake is always peeing on you or in you when you fool around to mark you up, scoffs and skulks around the apartment scoffing abt how a pretty, refined kitty like him would never do something so disgusting, but he will ! has you sucking his cock when you feel his grip tighten in your hair, and suddenly he’s tilting his head to the side, frowning that the first thing you tried to do was pull away when you feel his warmth trickling down your sore throat. you let jakey mark you with his piss, but you won’t let him do the same? he accuses you of playing favourites and makes you swallow every last drop, so hard that it’s painful watching the few droplets that escaped around the girth of his cock trickle down over your tits :( (ik my asks are alw soso long gabi so please don’t ever feel any pressure to answer them or write smth in response, i js wanted to share my thoughts + i hope ur resting well i miss seeing u on the tl :( from ur fairy anon !)

pairings: park sunghoon x f! reader

warnings: hybrids + kitty! hoon + puppy! jake mentioned + masturbation + lactation + oral + anal ment + omorashi

💌: my fairy… i dont even know what to reply to this. i fear i’ve gatekept this for long bcs its quite literally perfection.. i think m gna pass out.

mean kitty hoon is such a little pervert n ur so right he would steal your drenched panties :( takes his time dragging his rough tongue over your clothed cunt because he loves how wet n messy you get 😵‍💫 such a nasty lil thing he 100% uses them to jerk off later 😖 or better yet, uses them to tease puppy! jake :x

“hates the way jake is always yipping at your heels” oh… my god. poor jakey he’s just a little himbo :( feel like sunghoon would try to distract the poor mutt with your messy panties n it works 😓 yunie jerks his cock with your panties n completely misses out on fucking you bcs that’s what hoonie wanted :( whines n begs you to let him breed your overstimulated hole bcs your kitty was sooo mean to him!!

god him asking what he’s gotta do to get your tits leaking… im gonna pass out!!!!!! once he realizes knocking you up causes your tits to leak milk, he’s not stopping until you’re bred properly n his cum fills your womb 😵‍💫 hoonie’s so fucking desperate to taste your milk he doesn’t even care whose cum it is that sticks.. when his cock is spent n the poor thing’s shooting blanks he doesn’t stop… he lets jake be the one to fuck you but he talks the puppy through the whole thing. hisses when jake cums too early n pulls harshly on his fluffy ears to get his attention.

when they’re finished, an obscene amount of cum is steadily dripping from your cunt n it makes hoon’s ears lay flat against his head as he glares at your leaking hole. purchases a plug immediately n every time after they’re done with you, he never forgets to slip it inside, not wanting any more to go to waste before you’re knocked up.

im so weak for omo, you’re soooo twisted for this part… gosh just prim n proper kitty hoon that’s disgusted by jake pissing on or inside his owner :( joins you in the shower n helps clean you off because he absolutely Hates that your filthy mutt is able to get away with such depraved asks.. always sneers at him n complains to you that you’re too nice to him n that you jeed to put your foot down every once in a while.

you listen, n ask jake not to do it for at least a little while bcs your kitty doesnt like it 🥺 jake’s whiney but ultimately agrees n sunghoon’s behavior changes. rather than wrinkle his nose n tell you that you smell too much like jake, he becomes more possessive because you smell like you again. curls his tail around you as you deepthroat his cock n when he cums in your mouth you swallow all of it, peering up at him through wet lashes as you noisily suck his tip.

the sight’s too fucking much for hoonie, you look so pretty on your knees for him n he’s dying to ruin you. uses his thumbs to wipe your tears before placing his big hands on the back of your head and forcing you to take him all the way inside your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat n making you squirm n struggle to pull off. warmth floods your mouth n you choke it down, some of his piss dribbling down your chin and tits, making you moan around his cock. hoon’s soooo upset that you even struggled in the first place and pouts his way into fucking your ass full of cum next, somewhere you havent even let jake use yet <3

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

taking what's not yours - f. castle & m. murdock

a/n: ALRIGHT ITS FINALLY DONE uhhh sorry this has no smut i was just goofing and wanted to write something cute with our two favorites and you guys seemed to really want this one so! i have no regrets actually! im gonna go take a nap now warnings: polyamorous relationships, frank has nightmares, reader is autistic, reader has an oral fixation/biting problem, nosebleeds/blood, crying, cursing, lots of cute nicknames, talks of death, some sexual comments, lots of kissing and fluff word count: 3.2k comments and feedback are always appreciated <3 summary: a week in the life of a relationship with frank castle and matt murdock, your two favorite vigilantes. pairing: frank castle x autistic!gn!reader x matt murdock now playing: taking what's not yours - tv girl "you know where to find me/and i know where to look"

Soft country music from before country music as a genre went modern and became what it is today plays from the radio Frank insists on keeping on while he cooks dinner. His flannel is tight around his chest and the sleeves are rolled up as he brings a spoon to his mouth, tasting the sauce he’s been preparing for the past few hours. He adds more pepper.

The door opens from across the apartment, and all he hears is, “Frank! Tell Matt to stop being mean to me!” You and Matt make your way through the apartment after taking off your shoes and coats, Matt loosening his tie as he follows you into the kitchen. Frank turns when you step into the kitchen, immediately moving over to him and finding your place in the crook of his arm.

“Red bein’ mean to you, honey?” Frank asks as he kisses the top of your head, grinning at Matt as he huffs, standing with his hands on his hips.

“Yeah, it doesn’t matter if it’s handsome if he’s so mean, does it?” You ask.

“No, it doesn’t,” He grins, and you stick your tongue out to Matt playfully, and he mimics you before going over to Frank and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“Hi.” The lawyer hums, happy to be back home with his two favorite people.

“Hi.” Frank grins, unsure of how serious you are about Matt being mean to him. “What’s going on, why are you being mean?” Matt raises an eyebrow at you, unhappy with your running to Frank.

“Can’t just run to daddy to fix your problems, pup.” He accuses, and you scoff. His words are playful, but your face is red at the call out.

“You know what, Murdock—”

“Hey! Will someone please tell me what’s going on?” Frank cuts in, and Matt tilts his head in your direction, and you quietly plead for Matt not to tell on you, and--

“They bit me.” Frank sighs at his words.

“I was being affectionate!” You immediately go into defense mode, ducking out of Frank’s arm, trying to casually walk off from the pair towards the fridge, only for Matt to grab your arm, pulling you between the two men, your back against Frank’s chest, face to face with Matt.

“You cannot bite people, pup.” Matt says, and you frown.

“I like biting people—”

“That’s a problem!” Frank’s words attempt to be serious, but they’re coated by a soft laugh as his hands, rough from a long day of working blue collar, rub up and down your arms.

“See? You’re getting Frank to agree with me, do you know how hard that is to do?” Matt hums, and you tilt your head.

“What? You love Frank, it’s actually kind of gross—”

“It is gross isn’t it?” Matt asks teasingly, leaning up to kiss Frank again. You roll your eyes at the fact that you’re being reprimanded by your boyfriends, sandwiched between them, forced to deal with the consequences of your actions. “But I’m being serious, okay?”

“Matty,” Your head leans back against Frank’s chest, “I don’t bite anyone who isn’t you or Frank..”

Alright, let’s level with each other—Frank and Matt are well aware of the fact that you’re neurodivergent. You get overstimulated with loud, crowded situations very easily, you struggle to understand jokes a lot, and you once told them that in middle school, you became so hyper fixated on waffles to the point where you ate them for breakfast and lunch most days, practically begging your mom to let you have it for dinner most nights (She let you have them once a month) and then, after fourteenth months, you stopped. You have not been able to eat a waffle since.

The point is the two men you’re sandwiched between are no strangers to your neurodivergence. They know it’s stimulating in the best way to chew or suck on something, your oral fixation coming back with a vengeance after you tried to repress it for so long. You chew on everything. You chew on the strands of your hoodies, you chew on your sleeves, you chew on ice, gum, you chew on your boyfriends, and you chew on your cheeks to the point where you draw blood, which always gets Matt to scold you, because he can smell the coppery blood from his place across the room, and immediately tells Frank.

Matt Murdock is a little tattletale.

“We’ll figure it out, okay?” Frank hums, resting his chin on your shoulder. “We’ll get you something to chew on—”

“What, like a chew toy? That’s embarrassing,” you groan, and Matt just laughs a bit, leaning in to oppress a kiss to the shoulder that Frank is not leaning on.

“Then stop biting, pup.”

You pause, contemplating the options you have. Fix your biting issue or have Matt and Frank fix it for you. Honestly, you don’t think you have the neurotypical willpower to fix this problem, so you go,

“Okay, fine. You guys have my permission to do what you want to fix it.” You huff. Frank presses a kiss to your cheek while Matt presses a kiss to the other. You feel the smirks against your skin, and you realize what’s happening before you can run, “Wait, no, I swear to god—” Matt picks up your legs with ease as Frank secures his arms around your torso, the pair beginning to carry you to the couch. You groan as they throw you onto the leather couch, landing with a huff. “You’re both awful.”

Matt leans down and bites your shoulder.

“Doesn’t feel good, does it?”

“Jokes on you, Daredevil, I’m into that—” You feel Frank sink his teeth into your arm.

“Wrong answer.” Matt responds for him.

//

Later that night, after dinner, you’re laying against Matt, your legs resting in Frank’s lap. You’re listening to music, and the environment is very relaxed, none of you are particularly on edge. Matt’s fingers are resting in your mouth. You relax like this a lot, just sucking his fingers gently. You’re absentmindedly just sucking on his fingers when you bite down on them—It’s not an accident, and Matt would call you out on it if you lied.

So when you bite down, not entirely consciously, he huffs, “With the biting, baby, come on,” he softly condemns, and remembering your deal, Frank gets up with a sigh, patting your leg before he got up and headed to the kitchen. You’re confused for a second before Matt’s nose twitches with recognition, so he grabs your shoulder and pulls you close, his hand finding your cheeks and squeezing your mouth so that it’s in an ‘o’ shape.

Frank approaches you with a spoon and a jar of peanut butter, and your eyebrows are furrowed in confusion, and the rest of your features are squished by Matt’s hands. Frank scoops a big wad of peanut butter onto the spoon before sticking it in your mouth. You’re confused, as Matt’s hand leaves your face, as you begin munching on the peanut butter.

You take a while to eat the peanut butter, quietly enjoying the taste while enjoying how long you’re keeping yourself busy, since it’s taking a long time to work down the peanut butter due to how sticky it is in the roof of your mouth. When you’re done licking and enjoying the taste of the peanut butter, you look to Frank.

“What was that for?”

“Well, it kept you busy from biting, didn’t it?” He grinned. Your face is flushed as you hand him the spoon.

“Can I have some more?”

Frank chuckles and kisses you quick.

“Sure, honey.”

//

A few nights later, Frank sits on the couch of the apartment, the windows open wide as he listens to the howling wind outside. He’s waiting. Waiting for what, he doesn’t know. His skin is still hot, trying to relax after waking up from a nightmare. It’s always the same. Maria and his children, always dying in his arms. Always sitting at the kitchen table, always with you and Matt, always dead.

The chill that comes in from the window is enough to make him feel alive through as he quietly waits for Matt to get back. He’s in an old tee shirt and sweatpants, flicking his lighter on and off in the quiet as he tries to focus on something that isn’t the idea of the pair of you dead, dead like his wife, dead like his kids, dead dead dead—

“Frank? What are you doing up?” Matt’s soft voice echoes through the apartment, and his head tilts softly. He goes over to the couch, still in his full Daredevil suit. Frank stands up and goes over to him by the window, pulling off his cowl just to look at his face. His hand lands gently on Matt’s face, his thumb rubbing gently on the scars that surround Matt’s eyes.

“Couldn’t sleep.” Matt catches the lie and does not call him out.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Frank’s jaw hardens, and even though Matt cannot see, he avoids his gaze. And in a moment of pure vulnerability, he wraps his arms around Matt, holding him close. Matt’s hand gently runs up and down his spine, trying to comfort him. After a few moments of quiet, he asks, “Do you want me to wake them up?” You were always better at making people feel better than Matt was—Especially Frank.

“Nah.. No point..” He says quietly. After a few more minutes of quiet, he feels another pair of arms wrap around him from behind, your chest against his back. You press soft kisses onto the back of his shoulders.

“Too late.” Matt hums. You’re wearing an old tee shirt of Frank’s, a pair of boxers you bought for yourself and a pair of Matt’s fuzzy socks. You stay there for a little while, sleepily hugging Frank, comforting him. Your eyes grow heavy, and slowly, you fall asleep against him, just for a moment. Then, Frank picks you up, and you wake up again, tired.

“What? What’s going on?” You ask him, and he just smiles down to you.

“We’re gonna go to bed while Red showers, and he’ll be right back.” He tells you, gently placing you on the bed. You yawn as Frank crawls into bed, and you find yourself on top of him, your legs tangled with his. You listen to Matt shower and fall asleep waiting for him to come join you. 

He comes back out with his hair wet, in just his sweatpants. He tucks himself into bed, his arms around Frank, as you sprawl out on top of them, desperately needing to be close to both. Frank is nowhere near tired. Matt knows that, and just gently kisses his hair and the back of his neck.

“You need sleep.”

“You ain’t the boss of me, red.” He grumbles, and you hush them harshly, causing them to both laugh a little bit. Matt slowly falls asleep, trying to stay awake to comfort Frank, but he’s spent his entire night beating the shit out of goons and criminals, so he’s absolutely spent. Frank tilts his head and presses another kiss to his lips. “Go to bed, I’ll be okay.” Matt wants to protest but he just buries his face in the crook of his neck.

Frank’s hands gently trail your torso a bit. His hands are rough and sort of cold, but they just explore your back as he attempts to find sleep. It’s a fruitless venture, but he doesn’t mind. He’s okay with just listening to the pair of you breathing. 

//

“Are you two wearing my flannels?” Frank has about seven flannels, and he has four in the wash and one that has a tear waiting to be fixed, so he’s looking for his spare two when he finds you painting Matt’s nails on the floor of the apartment. You’re painting Matt’s nails a nice shade of dark red, with little hearts in a lighter pink.

That had taken a lot of convincing, really, but once you had agreed not to bite him all day, he reluctantly agrees to let you paint his nails, desperately wanting to be good at something and be focused on one thing for more than twenty minutes.

Periodically, Matt’s foot will tap against your back, reminding you to adjust your posture as you work on your masterpiece. He just got done with a big court case, so he tells you he’ll maintain your artwork for at least a few days. But yeah, you two are most definitely wearing Frank’s last two flannels.

“They’re comfy,” You defend, focusing on your work. Matt’s foot taps against your tailbone to remind you to straighten your back.

Really, Frank doesn’t mind. But he enjoys fucking with the two of you, so he just smirks and sits behind the pair of you. ‘

“But they’re my clothes—”  

“Well, you should have thought about that before you left them out, Frank.” Matt smirks, knowing exactly what he’s up to.

“Besides, look how good Matt looks in your clothes!” You hum, leaning over to nudge him gently, a grin on your face. You finish up Matt’s nails, capping up the nail polish as Matt begins gently blowing in his nails to get them to dry faster. Then, you wipe your nose, thinking it’s running, and when you pull away, you see a swipe of blood on Frank’s warm flannel. Oh, fuck.

With his slightly wet nails, Matt’s movements are not nearly as quick as he would have liked as he smells the blood before the gushing really starts, ripping off a paper towel and quickly holding it under your nose, and you take it from him to hold it there as he stands up, going to get something softer like a tissue or toilet paper to pack your nose—

You hold the paper towel to your nose, and guilt already starts to eat at you, as hot tears fill your eyes and then you feel silly because you think Frank might think you’re overreacting, but you just find his hands on your shoulders as he says,

“Hey, hey, why are we crying?” And you feel even sillier.

“I ruined your flannel.”

Frank had been covered in blood more times than he could count, as has Matt—their bodies are riddled with scars, head to toe, bullet and stab wounds echoing over the rough skin of both men, mostly faded now, but Frank is no stranger to blood—It doesn’t even bother him anymore, and Matt can’t see anyways, so what does he care about the sight of blood?

But you, who cannot kill the bugs that find their ways into your apartment, who gasps and covers their mouth when you accidentally curse in church (Matt always laughs, the dick), who orders the same lunch every day and has been unable to drink anything that wasn’t ice water, are horrified at a swipe of blood on a stolen flannel.

“Oh, no, honey, you didn’t ruin anything,” He shakes his head, and gently tugs at the flannel that hangs on your arms, “Come on, let me get this off,” The Punisher’s voice is gentle, a type of gentle reserved just for you, one that the countless skeletons in his closet, all with a bullet in their skulls, do not know and could not possibly perceive. You allow him to slip the flannel off, as Matt comes back with a rolled-up tissue, before sitting in front of you, kneeling as if he’s at mass—

“Lean your head forward for me,” he asks, his hand on the side of your head, and you do, taking the paper towel away, just for Matt to gently push that bundled up piece of tissue into your nose, to get it to stop bleeding.

Your boys, they are experts at getting things to stop bleeding.

At least Matt’s nails look really nice.

Frank throws the flannel in the wash, along with the rest of your laundry, and you find yourself sandwiched between them, the perfect amount of squeezing happening on either side of you, the same affect a weighted blanket would have on you. Your hot tears roll still, quietly betraying you, as the pads of Frank’s rough fingers come up to wipe them away, and Matt’s thumb finds it’s place sitting between your lips.

You sit like this for a while—Frank pressed up against you, Matt in his flannel and you, gushing blood from your nose, packed tight with tissues, and Matt’s thumb as your favorite stim toy.

//

A few days later, you’re just decompressing from work—Your bones ache, and you’re waiting for Matt to get home, wanting to satisfy that oral fixation, as if it’s the worst craving you’ve ever had. Sensing your restlessness, Frank puts a small package in front of you. You raise your eyebrow, and look at him, skeptical.

“Is it a bomb?” He scoffs and chuckles a bit.

“Open the damn package.” His voice is laced with the smirk that sits on his face, not mad, not upset, not at all judging. Your fingers peel back the packaging, and when you’re done unwrapping, you’re left with a soft necklace, and a blue, rubber moon. You look to him curiously. “It’s uh,” he leans down so his forearms are keeping him up against the counter. “You chew on it. You’re not gonna stop bitin’ or sucking on stuff, so, you might as well bite something that isn’t human.” He tells you.

In truth, Frank had spent all damn day scrolling on your laptop, looking for the perfect fix to your problem, and grew frustrated when he realized that all the stim toys were marketed towards young boys who had the privilege of getting a diagnosis young (living with and loving two people with disabilities, as well as having horrible PTSD, has radicalized Frank Castle).

You grin when you hear his explanation, getting up and going to him, resting your hands on his shoulders before leaning up and kissing him softly.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Honey.”

From across the apartment, you hear the door open, and a voice calls out,

“Are you guys cheating on me? You know I can hear you across the apartment, right?” Matt’s voice calls out, and you laugh, as Frank just smiles.

“Yes, I can, Red,” He says back, before leaning in to kiss you again.

//

Your eyes are heavy with sleep as you spot Matt, laying across the couch, looking like a god damn renaissance painting. He’s so hot. You find yourself walking over to him, dropping your new necklace on the coffee table, as you climb on top of him,  finding yourself literally acting like a blanket, burying your face in his neck as his hand comes up to, like usual, let you gently suck on his fingers.

Frank rolls his eyes when he sees the pair of you cuddling, and just shakes his head when he sees the stim toy abandoned on the table. He takes out his phone and takes a picture of the pair of you, Matt just in his briefs, and you in your entire pajama ensemble.

The apartment is full of a gentle silence, as Frank watches the pair of you sleep, quietly thankful that he kept living.

[bwabys-scenarios]

A witch and her werewolf 3

Werewolf!Kurapika x Chubby!Fem!Witch!Reader

!!REPOSTS APPRECIATED!!

warnings: nsfw, breeding, knotting, overstimulation, creampies, oral(f!receiving), rough sex

A/N: I may turn this into a longer, more story driven story later, but for now this is the last part! If I do make it longer I’ll reset it. If y’all would like that, please comment!

pt2

Kurapika stared into your eyes, smiling. “I’m going to make you mine tonight? Okay? All mine, forever and ever.”

You nod, face hot from his kisses. “Okay, puppy. All yours.”

His ears twitch, purring as he inhaled your scent. You can feel his bulge press against your leg, and you know just how badly he wants you.

He moves down your body, stopping when his face is between your legs. He buries his nose into your crotch, inhaling. “K-Kurapika!!” you gasp, instinctively trying to push his head away. He lets out a low growl, grabbing your shorts and pulling them and your panties off with one motion.

You gasp when he buries his head in between your legs, lapping at your folds and shoving a finger into your cunt. “Mmm…” he hums against your clit.

You bury your hands in his hair, trying to ground yourself as he easily makes you cum with his gentle sucking on your clit.

He moves his fingers away from your core, instead fucking you with his tongue, purring. Your Kurapika was looking up at you with those pretty red eyes of his as his tongue fucked into you, whining into your cunt.

“P-Pika! Gonna-“

You cried out as you came again, the blonde cooing happily as he lapped up your juices. He pulled away, placing a sloppy kiss on your pussy. “You’re gorgeous, (Name).”

He gently nips at your thighs, sucking on the soft flesh to leave his mark. “I’ve wanted to mark these for so long. Every time I slept on your thighs I couldn’t get the thought of being in between them out of my head.”

Had he really been thinking about you like that for so long? You whimper when his bites get rougher, leaving marks on your thighs. “P-Pika, be gentle.”

Kurapika nuzzles against your leg, placing a kiss over one of his bites. “Im sorry, (Name). My rut… it makes me so… possessive. I just want everyone to know you’re my mate, and mine alone.”

He climbs on top of you, cock rubbing against your tummy as he pulls you in for another kiss. You can taste yourself in his tongue as he purrs into your mouth.

“Want to… want to breed you so bad…”

You squeak, putting your hands on his chest. “B-breed me? You want t-“

He silences you with a kiss, pulling away to smile down at you as his tail wags. “Yes, you’ll be the perfect mother to our pups. Kind, affectionate, and…”

Kurapika blushes, nuzzling into your neck. “So pretty…”

You can his cock rubbing against your slit, squeaking when he bites down on your neck. “Eek!”

He gently laps away the blood that beads at the surface of your skin, ears flattening. “Sorry, angel.”

He continued lapping gently at the bite, before he continued nipping, leaving love bites that firm a collar around your neck. “Mine, all mine okay? Anyone that sees this will know…”

“K-Kurapika!”

His hazy red eyes meet yours, the wolf panting from the effort of holding himself back. “Please… I want you…”

You’re a squirming mess beneath him, and he can’t help but purr at the sight. “Shh, it’s okay, angel. Gonna…”

He pants lightly, his cock prodding against your cunt. “Gonna breed you…”

He pushes in slowly, gasping into your neck. “F-fuck!”

When he pulls back to gaze into your eyes lovingly, his red eyes widen.

“Pika…”

You’re gripping the sheets, tears falling down your cheeks. He’s big, stretching your virgin cunt painfully. If he hadn’t prepped you with his fingers, it would have really hurt.

You sniffle, and his overprotective side kicks into over drive. Kurapika kisses away your tears, cooing. “I know, I know it hurts. Just relax…”

He laps at your neck gently, attempting to calm you down. His hips are moving on their own, slow, but he won’t be able to hold himself back for much longer.

Kurapika caged his little mate underneath him, grunting as he began to thrust in and out, feeling your tight cunt squeeze around him. “K-Kurapika!”

He continued to nuzzle your neck as you whined, still trying to get used to his size. His thrust got faster, his thick cock pushing into you as he growled.

“Mine…” he growled. His voice sounded different now, the soft, soothing tone he always used with you replaced with a low, deep growl.

“Pika…” you manage to squeak out when he pushes your legs to your chest, fucking into your like an animal. His red eyes peer down at you, cloudy with lust.

“Gotta… gotta breed…” he groaned out, leaning forward to give you sloppy kiss.

“Pika, gonna-!”

You cum, and his claws dig into your plush thighs as you squeeze around his cock. “Again!”

He keeps pounding you through your orgasm, wanting you to squeeze him more and more. “More… more…”

He can barely speak, too lost to his rut to even think. The only thing on his mind was cumming inside you as much as possible, until you were so full it leaked down your legs.

He cums inside you for the first time that night, holding onto you so tight you struggle to breathe. He whimpers and whines into your ear as his cum fills you up, his tongue beginning to lap at your cheek. “Mmm…”

You think he’s done after that, his chest moving to rest against your chest. “That was good, Pika…” you coo, running your fingers through his hair. “Let’s go t-“

You squeak as you’re flipped onto your tummy, your familiar grabbing your hips and pulling you towards him. He leans over you as his cock pushes back in, clinging to you desperately. “Mmm… mine…”

He sounds so happy, yet… there’s something lurking beneath. You had the distinct impression that this mating session was far from over.

And you would be correct.

A few hours later, tears freely fall down your chubby cheeks. He had you sat on his cock, cooing in your ear as he bounced you. “T-too much! Can’t…” you cried out, sniffling. You couldn’t even remember how many times you’d cum that night, but from the small bulge in your tummy you knew he’d filled you up plenty.

“Shh… shh… take care of it.” he said, gently rubbing at your puffy clit. You continue to whine and whimper. “Just a little more…”

For the past thirty minutes, he’d had you cock warming him, rubbing at your clit to make you cum around his cock over and over. You were incredibly overstimulated, panting and crying.

“Please… too much!”

You cried out as you came again, the man behind you purring. “My good girl~” he purred, and you could feel him rut against you as he came again.

After that, he pinned you back down and began pounding you again, giving you little time to steady yourself.

Several more hours passed, and you could barely think. You were fucked dumb, both his and your cum running down your legs to pool on the bed beneath you.

Kurapika started to whine as he thrusted into you. He was becoming overstimulated too, but his mind was too focused on breeding you to stop. His hips kept moving, and he whined into your neck.

“(Name)!” he cried out as he came again, sniffling against your skin. You tried your best to comfort him, this couldn’t be easy for him either. He was a virgin, it was his first time going through his rut with another person, and he just couldn’t stop. It felt too good.

“Mmm… gotta have my puppies p-please!” he whimpered. He needed to get you pregnant, his instincts not allowing his hips to stay still.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay…” you were struggling to speak, feeling him pound into you again ruthlessly after pausing. He looked up at you, teary eyed and red faced.

“Hnn…”

He smashed his lips into yours, and you both whined and cried together. Kurapika nuzzled his nose against yours, whimpering. “Gonna… gonna knot you soon…”

“Knot..?”

That confused you. Was he going to bend you into a different position, like a knot? You were too tired and sore for that!

You were about to tell him no, but then he came again, and you started to realize what he meant.

His cock swelled up inside you, stretching your cunt to its limit. You cried out, tears falling down your cheeks. “T-too big!”

He sniffled, lapping at your tears before holding you close. “Shh, shh…”

Kurapika tried his best to comfort you as you were stretched impossibly wide, tummy bulging uncomfortably. You openly sobbed now, the man only able to kiss and gently rub your clit to help loosen you up a little. “I know, angel. I know…”

He put his own discomfort to the side, giving you kisses and using his free hand to rub circles into your thigh. “Doing so well, love.”

When the swelling stopped, you panted, looking down at the bulge in your tummy. Although he disliked seeing you uncomfortable, he still couldn’t help swallowing thickly and rubbing a hand over the bulge, causing you to whimper. “There…”

He nuzzled against you, purring softly. “My love…”

His eyes clouded over a little as his hand rubbed your clit. He wanted to make you cum around his knot over and over.

After a while, you got used to his knot stretching you out, feeling comfortably fool instead of being painfully stretched. You began to enjoy clenching around his knot, and he did too.

“F-fuck angel… feel so good…”

You came around his knots several times, and even felt a little disappointed when it began to shrink. Kurapika pulled out of you, collapsing onto the bed and pulling you close. “You did so good, (Name)…” he said, kissing your forehead.

You were too exhausted to speak, so you nodded, and nuzzled into his chest.

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You woke up the next morning to him rutting against your leg, panting and whining. “Pika?”

He looked up at you, that same lust filled gaze staring up at you. “Mine…”

‘Oh no… again?’

In another part of the world, Bisky sat on her couch, humming. “What am I forgetting to do? I think I was supposed to tell someone something…”

She tilted her head. “Hmm. Oh!”

She glanced at (Name)’s picture. “I was supposed to tell her that a werewolf’s rut lasts a week. Oh well, I’ll tell her when I see her next.”

Unbeknownst to Bisky, (Name) was on day 4 of Kurapika’s rut, and was so overstimulated she could barely think.

He only gave her short breaks between breeding sessions, the longest being when he passed out from exhaustion. She could only leave the little nest he made her when she had to use the bathroom, shower, or eat. Although, he seemed rather anxious when he showered.

“No… no my scent…”

She decided against taking showers after the fifth day, because after them he would fuck into her, rubbing himself against her and nuzzling into her until her skin was raw.

By the end of the week, (Name)’s tummy had a small bulge from all the cum she had in her. And she was chubby, this was no easy task!

When his rut was finally over, Kurapika couldn’t stop apologizing for his rough behavior, kissing every little mark he left on her soft skin. “Love you… love you so much, (Name). So sorry…”

He loves you so much, and to know he’d caused you discomfort and mild pain broke his heart. You scratches between his ears, sighing. “It’s okay, Pika. You couldn’t help yourself.”

“Still…” his hands massaged your sore body, his lips kissing your neck. “I’ll make it up to you. I love you…”

“I love you too!”

The next few weeks, he took good care of you to help you recover from his rut.

The meeting of witches was that day, and Kurapika was being very protective. It was almost like he could sense something, something he couldn’t quite place.

“I have to go, puppy, Bisky said she needed to meet with me.” you say as Kurapika holds onto you, growling lowly.

“But… I don’t want you to leave the house…”

You huff. “You can’t even tell me why. I haven’t been able to go in weeks because I was recovering. Come on, everything will be fine. I’ll have you, won’t I?”

He couldn’t argue with that, a small blush on his cheeks. “… yeah. And I wouldn’t let anything ever hurt my mate.”

You were still getting used to him calling you that, your cheeks growing hot. “Mhm…”

———————

You walk hand in hand to the witch meeting, Menchi eyeing the two of you. “Oh? Started dating the mutt?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Kurapika’s lip curled up as he growled lowly. “Well, I guess you could say that!”

He calmed down a little when you squeezed his hand. “She’s my mate.”

You blinked, and Menchi blushed. “Oh.”

She didn’t say anything else, letting the two of you through. Your face was hot with embarrassment, the blonde not picking up on it as he held onto you, growling at anyone that came too close before nuzzling you proudly.

Bisky spotted you, her eyes going wide. “(Name)!”

She rushed towards you, taking your hand and squealing. “Oh my gosh, congratulations!”

You blink at her, you and Kurapika glancing at each other before looking to her. “For… what?”

She tilted her head. “You… don’t know? Your pregnant.”

Kurapika’s eyes shot open wide. “Pregnant?”

“With twins, if what I’m seeing is correct.”

You were suddenly pulled into Kurapika hands, his tail thwacking against your leg. “Oh my god! Puppies, we’re having puppies!”

You squeaked, Bisky giggling as he nuzzled into your neck. “Ah, he’s the father I assume? I thought something like this would happen.”

It now made sense why Kurapika had been so protective the past few days. He could probably sense on some subconscious level that you were pregnant, and had been on edge since.

“My perfect angel… you’ll be such an amazing mother to our pups…” he purred into your neck.

“Mhm…”

You kissed his forehead, cupping his cheek.

He loved his little witch more than anything, and you adored your sweet werewolf familiar.

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Hellooooo i wanted to ask what jeff, toby, nina and ben with a reader with 🍒 strech marks and if your not comfortable thats okay! You can do strech marks in genral!

Ive just been rlly insecure about mine😭

(Also i have no ideas about anons but can i be 🪸 anon if its open?)

Hello! I wouldn't say i was made uncomfortable by this request, rather, i feel like i wanted to kind of open up this ask to a wider audience! So i did end up just doing stretch marks in general. I would also like to say that I am very excited to write for Nina!! She's such an icon <333

Also, yes, 🪸 is open!

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Jeff

Jeff is the type of guy to find stretch marks incredibly attractive

When you are cuddling, he runs his fingers across the marks

If he can, he will kiss them as well

Whenever he greets you, say, if he was coming home from a mission, he would kiss your lips, and run his ands across the areas your stretch marks are on

Finding out that you are insecure about your stretch marks genuinely shocks him

Like wdym the stretch marks are the best part

But if it makes you uncomfortable, he will stop publicly giving you affection to those spots

That won't stop him from trying his hardest to convince you that your stretch marks are amazing

If you wear clothing that shows off your marks, he will ~strangely~ become more physically affectionate

It gets him so excited when you are confident to show off your body, but again, if you aren't the type of person to show off your body, he obviously won't be bothered by that

The way he sees it, you are the most gorgeous person on the planet and seeing you so insecure about something that he thinks is wonderful about you makes him sad

And so, whenever you're insecure, he will always assure you that he's here for you and that he will absolutely support you so that you feel comfortable in your skin

He also likes to bite them IM SO SORRY

Nina

Personally, I feel like she'd be indifferent to your stretch marks

She's more of a personality person anyways, so she genuinly won't notice your insecurities unless you tell her about them

When you do tell her about them though, she will go out of her way to hype you up

"OH MY GOODNESS Y/N YOU'RE SO BEAUTIFUL IN THAT OUTFIT I LOVE YOU!!"

"Isn't my partner soooo beautiful and perfect? They're so special, I just wanna squish them until their eyes pop out of their sockets <333"

"BABY. IM GOING TO EAT YOU"

She definetly experiences cute aggression

I bet you couldn't guess

She is a bit of a loudmouth, so if you want her to simmer down about it, she would try her best but in the end, she just needs to share her love for you with the world

I think the most low-key she can get is occassionally she will squeal when she sees you, and sometimes she will lick your face

No, i will not elaborate

She's gonna do whatever you wanna do when it comes to comfort

Wanna hide them? She's got the concealer

Wanna embrace them? She will literally worship you until you are all flustered and embarassed, giggling and begging her to stop

Just want some lighthearted comfort? She will sit in your lap and look into your eyes lovingly, kissing your nose occasionally and laying on your shoulder the rest of the time

Toby

He's so wholesome with it, bless him

He's absolutely the type of gyy to give your marks little nicknames

Bearclaws, Tiger marks, etc

He understands being insecure about them, as he is a very insecure person himself

And so, when you tell him about your insecurities he will comfort you in the way he likes to be comforted

He will hold you protectively, keeping his nose buried in your sweet smelling hair, and rubbing small circles around the marks

If you aren't in the mood to be held, he will lay on his stomach in between your legs, tracing the marks and counting them

Or if you just want to be distracted from your body, he will turn on some calm music, and ramble all his thoughts to you as you rub his head

Publicly he doesn't do much with your stretch marks

He doesn't want you to be embarrassed

If you want him to show more public affection to your marks, you'll have to tell him

He will oblige happily, of course

He will come up behind you, place his hands pn your hips and sway the both of you side to side, whispering into your ear how beautiful you are, how happy you make him, how much he loves you, etc

Definitely the best out of the list to have for comfort

BEN

Like Jeff, he finds stretch marks to be very attractive

Though, he understands if you are insecure about them

He teases you about it (lovingly)

"But baby they're so hot! What do you mean you hate them??"

"Aww come on, you're gonna deny me your full beauty?"

Most of the time, you will have to tell him about your insecurities whilst he plays a video game

He's listening, i promise, he just refuses to not play video games

If you are in a really sad mood though, he'll pause the game, and rotate the chair over to look at you

He'll beckon you over with a "c'mere", and as you stand in front of him, he will hug you and rest his chin on your lower stomach, looking up at you with a smile and kissing your hipbones

He'll talk to you softly, asking if you wanna sit with him

And as you sit on his lap, he continues to play his game, bragging to everyone on vc how gorgeous his partner is

He absolutely gets trolled for being a simp, but he knows you need it and above all, wants you to be happy

Publicly, he will also brag to people about how beautiful you are

Especially to Jeff since he sees him the most

"Oh my god dude, PLEASE shut up"

"You're just jealous you don't have a partner that's literally the most gorgeous person to ever exist. It's understandable, really. I mean, i know i would be"

"*stressed jeff noises*"

[jusst-you-race]

oh re:pinned post you know im gonna ask for a carcar prompt... -wiz

if not vibing with that, dealer's choice with the word "mouth" maybe? lol

okay so I know you asked for carcar but I threw lando in there too because I couldn’t help myself… so here is a little borderline smutty carlandoscar thing

“Do you ever stop running your mouth?”

It’s something Oscar’s said to Lando before, but the soft, fond tone is gone when it’s directed at Carlos. It's icy cold, bordering on mean, sharp words only blunted where they’re muffled by Lando’s collarbones, where Oscar is currently biting.

Carlos scoffs from where he’s trying to work Lando’s pants off.

“You are liking me running my mouth.” He gestures at the obvious bulge tenting the front of Oscar’s shorts. “Don’t pretend otherwise.”

Oscar’s eyes turn flinty, but Lando runs a hand through his hair affectionately and he settles back into marking up every inch of skin hidden by clothing. Lando tries not to laugh at how much more possessive Oscar is with Carlos here. Carlos presses his hand to where Lando is so hard he’s almost leaking into his underwear and Lando can’t help but whine at the pressure. Carlos practically growls in response.

“You like that, no? You are so hard and eager for us, Lando.”

Lando pants as Carlos grinds the heel of his hand down.

“Carlos…” he breathes. Oscar bites him. Lando grins.

“We are going to ruin you Lando.” Carlos continues talking, clearly unaware of the little exchange. “But that is what you wanted, is it not? That is why you begged me to join you, no? One cock is not enough for you. You are greedy.”

Oscar rolls his eyes.

“You sound like a bad porno.”

Carlos’s head snaps up, nostrils flaring.

“I do not hear you coming up with anything better.”

Oscar smirks, the corners of his mouth curling up like a cat.

“I think you come up with enough for both of us.”

Carlos lunges, and for a second Lando worries they’re about to start fighting, but instead they collide in a kiss that looks like it’s all teeth. Oscar is caught off guard for a second, before he presses back into the kiss, winding his hands into Carlos’s thick hair and pulling. Carlos groans and draws away from the kiss, panting. For a moment they just look at each other, gazes burning. Lando doesn’t move. Then they both lean back in, bridging the gap between them where Lando is lying.

He watches them from below, and if he wasn’t already turned on to the point of leaking then he certainly is now. Carlos takes Oscar’s lip between his teeth and tugs, and Oscar grunts in response. It’s the hottest thing Lando has ever seen, and he’s almost embarrassed by the loud moan that spills from his lips.

Oscar and Carlos both startle as if they’ve forgotten he’s there. Oscar blinks, and then gives Lando a smile that’s somewhere between sheepish and indulgent. Carlos continues to look at Oscar, an intense expression on his face.

“Sorry,” Oscar murmurs, absently stroking his thumb across Lando’s skin. “We were ignoring you.”

Lando shakes his head.

“No, no it’s fine. It was uh… it was really hot actually.”

Oscar’s smile turns sharp.

“Yeah? You like seeing me and Carlos together?”

Lando huffs. Carlos is still watching Oscar.

“Why d’you think I suggested this? The angry sexual tension thing you two do kind of does it for me.”

Oscar’s eyebrows go up like he’d never considered this. His gaze flicks over Lando’s face, considering. Lando can feel his cheeks heat in response to being examined in that way that Oscar does. Carlos tracks the movement of Oscar’s mouth. Eventually Oscar speaks.

“Well. You just lie there and look pretty then, if you want.” Oscar looks back at Carlos, his cool gaze meeting Carlos’s blazing one. “I’m sure Chili and I can entertain ourselves.”

Carlos frowns at the nickname and Lando knows it’s exactly the response Oscar wanted. Oscar plants a painfully tender kiss on Lando’s forehead and leans down to whisper in his ear.

“Be good and watch me ruin him.”

Lando moans embarrassingly loudly again. He nods so aggressively he thinks he might give himself a headache.

Oscar turns back to Carlos.

[cconfusedkat]

Part 6 of re-designs—that fucking worm that i hate. Oh brother. The worm. That thing

Leshums 🪱🪱🪱🪱 if you look real carefully i am ripping his branches off his head /affectionate

This is my angry little (6'6) chihuahua he bites and does not play nice

Ok but loll that aside hcs 🫶🫶🫶 i wanted to give him an easier casual outfit instead of the dress he had....... he cares about his sister that much that his little hypothetical scarf is there just in case her bandages come loose!!!! Forgot to add that but yes he is caring i swear

Overall if it wasnt obvious enough this is my favorite design EVER to do whenever i draw him but i RARELY DRAW HIM TO BEGIN WITH..... i made it much more fun for me to draw now so im most likely gonna draw leshy even more!! His stupid cloak makes him look like a sad dog

[piquuroblox]

hands angel astro idea to you on a silver platter because i believe i MAY have cooked with this one hear me out

I’M KILLING HIM IN MY HEAD. I’M (POSITIVE AFFECTIONATE LOVING HEARTFELT MURDERING HIM IN MY HEAD. IM GONNA BITE HIS FINGERS OFF. DUDE. UDEEEEE.BEAUTIFUL. YOU WERE RIGJT. YOU COOKED. YOU COOKED SO MUCH I THOUGHT IT WAS THANKSGIVING OPENING UP MY INBOX?

WAAUGGHH WWAAAAUGGHHH I’M ACTUALLY CRYING IN THE CLUB RIGHT NOW (is not in a club)