#muscular!reader

[m-jelly]

Hello jelly!

Can I request a masculine Female reader x Levi? Like shes very strong, TALL, has a really quiet and badass personality lol. Levi is all for it honestly.

Ideas for theme cause idk.

Guard reader x Prince levi

Marley/ war

Modern Au

Thank you have a fabulous day!

@ladycheesington

My sword and my heart

Levi x Fem!Reader

Royal AU, Prince Levi, tall reader, muscular reader, strong reader, secret romance, fluff, loving Levi, Levi is a bit of a simp/fan.

Levi has admired and loved you for so long. He can't help but flirt with you and get you so flustered. He finds it enjoyable to get you, a strong and tall woman, to blush hard when he looks up at you and compliments your skills and beauty.

No tags as it is reader-specific.

The royal tournament used to be something Levi hated, but then you joined his guards. Now, Levi looked forward to the event. You loved competing in his name and crushing all the competition. The love you had for it was clear to Levi when you battled, which was one of the reasons why he enjoyed it so much now.

This year it was a summer event and all the royals and families of high standing put a guard, knight or a few soldiers forward for battle. Others always put in a few, but Levi only ever put just you in. He made sure your armour was perfect for you and you were comfortable within it.

You were a marvel to behold in your comfortable armour. You never wore overly heavy things, just the right amount that allowed you to be flexible, move fast and allow your muscles to breathe. You were rather proud of your outfit and it was the second event you had gone to. A lot had changed since the last one, now you were romantically involved with the Prince and he was making steps for love to be allowed so you could marry.

You pouted a moment as you adjusted your large sword in its scabbard. You looked around for the Prince, but couldn't see him. You felt a little deflated that the man who had stolen your heart was not here. For so long you swore you would dedicate your life to being a guard of the royals and fighting bad people and monsters. The concept of love was just not something you considered, but here you were searching for the man you loved.

"Knowing you are looking for me makes my heart flutter."

You looked down at Levi in his royal suit. A blush spread on his cheeks at seeing all his medals. It was a white suit with many gold buttons and a white cape on one side and red on the other. His hair was tamed back showing off his handsome face. A sword was in a scabbard on his hip.

You bowed your head to him. "Your highness."

"No need to bow." He offered his gloved hand to his butler. "I have something for you." He took something from the butler and showed it to you. "I hope you like it."

You gasped at seeing the grand dark green cape with Levi's royal arms on. "It's incredible, your highness. Is it really for me?"

"Yes."

You clenched your fists as you fought your emotions. "Thank you. I will wear it with pride."

He pulled away when you reached for it. "No, no. I insist on putting it on you." He walked behind you and connected it to your shoulders. "There, perfect." He walked around to face you. "It won't slow you down or get in your way, will it?"

You shook your head. "N-no. I can fight with it." You puffed your chest out. "I can fight better with it! It'll fuel me!"

He touched your armour at the front before leaning up and kissing the corner of your mouth. "May that fuel you better."

You shivered. "Yes, your highness!"

He smiled fondly as you ran towards the tournament grounds. He climbed up to his seat allowing him to look down at the grounds. He sat in his cushioned seat and felt himself smile as soon as he saw you standing with pride. Yet again, you were the only woman out there fighting.

The event started as normal, and the Emperor of the land announced the reason for it. Jokes were made about you as well, but it was clear that this was not getting to you and you were just excited to fight. There was a burning fire within you to fight with everything you had.

The first round king of the hill. It was one-on-one fighting and whoever won would remain in the arena and keep fighting until they were knocked out, or they won. It was an exciting battle and really got the crowd going.

Levi felt a burning pleasure and desire run through him as soon as you walked with grace into the area. You held your head high and readied yourself. For someone so strong and tall, you moved with grace and poise. Your movements were like a dance. Your body would twist beautifully and then you would use such powerful strength that came from raw rage.

Levi was on the edge of his seat as he watched you cut down every single man you faced off against. Your last opponent was the Emperor's who was known to have a massive ego. It was clear that he was trying to get into your head by talking to you, but it only made you want to kick his ass more.

The battler didn't take very long. You went right into attack mode and knocked him back with a slash after slash. Levi's heart skipped a beat when you sliced so hard that you cut his sword in half. He stood up when you got in your opponent's face, pulled back and twisted so beautifully with your cape and kicked him hard.

The area was quiet for a moment, but then all eyes were on Levi as he jumped up and cheered with pride. As soon as Levi cheered for you, so did his staff with him and your guard friends who were protecting him. It made your heart flutter and tears fill your eyes when you saw how much love there was for you.

The victories didn't stop there. You dominated the tournament and won almost everything for Levi. The ones you didn't win were the ones you weren't taking part in. The horse racing was nailing biting close between you and a rather lovely knight who was always kind to you.

At the end of the tournament, you were ready to gain your award but the Emperor did you dirty. You were disqualified for breaking his knight's sword. You accepted it, but it was clear Levi and his people were furious. So, you had to honour them.

You strolled over to where Levi was sitting. You could see the hurt and anger in all their eyes. You smiled at Levi and placed your hand on your heart. You dropped to one knee and bowed before him. You rose up and inhaled deeply before speaking.

"Prince Levi! It was a great honour to fight and win this tournament for you! Long may you rein!"

Levi's cheeks burned at your speech. You had said you'd won, even though the emperor said you hadn't. Levi hated the Emperor of this rival land, so it made him happy you were standing up to him. Plus, declaring long may you rein about Levi was a bigger blade to dig into the Emperor's ego.

Levi ran down to the fence and leapt over it. He raced over to you and yanked you to your feet. He gazed up and smiled. "You are so beautiful." He pulled you down and kissed you with all the love in his heart. "I love you."

You whined a little at everyone seeing that you and Levi had been in a secret relationship. You were worried, but you knew you were strong enough to protect the two of you from others. You held Levi's hands in yours and smiled sweetly at him.

You leaned closer to him. "I love you too, Levi."

He kissed you and hummed a laugh. "Using my name and no title in public, huh?"

"I will accept any punishment."

He pulled you along to his staff and the guards. "Let us return home. We have to celebrate your victory." He paused a moment. "We are all proud of you."

You welled up as you looked around at the staff, guards and then your lover. "Thank you, all of you."

[1leliysworld]

When he is a big boy >>>

[improbable-outset]

📄 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐞:

𝐒𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐂…

Hey it’s 1am here in the UK and I don’t have a valentine themed fic. So have this set of HC of my AU series that I’ve been working on instead. There is a mix of wholesome and spicy HC. I’m too lazy to put it in an undercut so minors DNI 🔞

𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐒𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will rant about his day in the lab to you. You love hearing him vent to you if he had a terrible day or ramble about an exciting discovery he had made.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will come home to you from a hard works day in the lab. He likes to rest his head between your thighs while his wife massages his scalp. He melts completely under your tender touch. Your fingers are very soft and soothing.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will receive small love notes or doodles that are packed with his lunch from his wife. Sometimes even spicy messages if you’re feeling risky. They tend to end with him coming back home and fucking you on the nearest surface. Most likely the couch or kitchen counter top.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will receive a personalised lab coat with his name on it from you, either as a birthday gift or an anniversary present. He now wears it in the lab everyday since.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will involve you when he’s designing gadgets and weapons to be used by the Spider Society. He values your input when brainstorming the prototypes.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will have a personal gym right next to his lab where he would work out and train to maintain his strength and combat skills. This includes a high-tech simulation drill that replicate various combat scenarios to aid and enhance his quick thinking and problem solving abilities.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will have his wife watch him work out from the sidelines. You would admire the determination etched on his face. Maybe even steal a quick kiss in between sets. Sometimes you would sit on the rooftops while Miguel would do his usual web slinging endurance, navigating the city skyline from building to building as part of his training.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will fuck you good when he knows he won’t be home for a few days because of a mission in another dimension. He’ll make sure he reaches every crevice deep inside you. You’ll feel a dull ache from the way he stretched out your walls— a reminder of that passionate night and of your husband’s temporary absence. He doesn’t like using toys, he’d rather use his hands and dick do all the work.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that loves to kiss you all over and talk about the function of each part of your body while praising you and telling you how perfect your are. He loves teasing your erogenous areas to increase your serotonin levels and see how much you would fall apart under his touch.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will receive a blow job from you as he tries to explain the make reproductive system OR while he talks about his day at work to you. He’s lucky to have you help him with his pent up stress.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that probably keeps a track of your period. For research, of course. After you got off your birth control pills, it’s his responsibility to track when your fertility window takes place so he can breed you at the right time.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that is over the moon when you both find out that you are finally pregnant. Of course he would admire the changes of your body while you’re growing his child. He will eagerly share insight about the embryonic development and the hormonal changes, deepening the intimate connection you both already share.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will admire the changes of your body and will develop a serious lactation kink. He’ll feed from your breast from time to time…for science obviously. He’s just increasing your oxytocin levels so you can produce more milk for your baby daughter. Duh.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will help his daughter with her schoolwork. I know he will probably put extra effort when it comes to her school science project and will probably be more committed to it than her. He just wants what’s best for her.

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𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: @thealleydog @ultravioletrayz @club-danger-zone @lazyjellyfish300 @miguelbaby @miguels-aranita (lmk if you want to be tagged for this au idea)

- Ayrus <3

[ohbo-ohno]

I REALLY wanna see Johnny get mad! Like white hot angry at reader. Don’t know what/how it happened but Johnny’s gonna make all of reader’s poor holes suffer🥺

Maybe Simon gets surprised and turned on by his pup’s newfound aggressiveness

3.6k pwp soap drabble 4 u (cw for referenced burning building, angry sex, some light mutual degradation/objectification, and voyeurism since ghost watches)

You fume silently, face hot with rage while you and Soap walk side by side behind Ghost down the base hallways. There's a tension at the base of your neck that you just know is going to become a migraine if you don't get some medicine soon, and your bones ache from going too long without sleep.

Soap's somehow even stiffer beside you, the distance between you two small but intentional. Usually he's impossible to pry off of you, always brushing against you and looking for more physical contact, but since you landed he's kept at least half a foot between you two at all times.

Fine by you. You don't want him touching you right now anyway.

The silence is thick as Ghost leads you two to his room, his shoulders loose and relaxed.

He's got no reason to be tense, you suppose. He's not the one who had a massive disagreement on the field, who had to drag his squadmate back from a blazing fire and deal with his bitching instead of his thanks.

Just the memory of it makes you scowl.

Ghost leads the two of you into his room in rare silence, though it's only rare because usually you and Johnny would already be teasing or flirting at this point. But you don't bother now, not with your anger so fresh in your mind.

Ghost is the only one to get settled once Johnny closes the door behind you. You two stand on opposite sides of the doorframe, both too tense to do much but stew in your own righteous anger, and Ghost starts to get dressed down into something more comfortable.

He lets the two of you stay quiet until he's fully changed into a tank top and sweats, no boxers then sits on the bed with an overly loud sigh.

"You two even gonna look at each other?"

Your lip curls as you glance at Johnny from the corner of your eyes. "I have nothing to say to him."

"'S not what I asked."

Your cheek twitches and you bite your tongue, rolling a sharp canine over it. "Honestly, Simon, I don't even want to see him right now."

Johnny scoffs, loud in the otherwise quiet room, and nearly stomps to your side, leaning in front of you to try and force eye contact. "Oh, really? Ye can't even look at me, huh? Had no problem lookin' earlier, when you were draggin' me away from my goddamn mission."

You want to growl, you want to rake your nails down his face and scream about what a fool he is, what a jackass, and you want to make him remember.

Some of your ire must shine through in your expression, and Johnny mirrors it, eyes sparking as he straightens and stands diagonally from you, chest nearly brushing your shoulder.

"Dragging you away from your death, more like," you sneer.

"Wasn't your place," he bites back, moving forward enough that you can feel the heat of him even through all your layers. "You aren't my fuckin' CO and I'm not yours - wasn't any of your business how I chose to execute my orders."

"It is when you chose to do it in the most lethal way possible! Fuck, MacTavish, had you taken half a second and listened to me-"

"Oh, that's all it woulda taken? Just had to shut my pretty lips and listen to you, jump before you even say how high? Newsflash, lass, you don't get to make those decisions."

"And you do?"

"In this case? Yeah, you're fuckin' right I do. Price said drag the man out, alive, and that's what I was doing."

"You ran into a burning building!"

"Under orders from our CO!"

"You know damn well that's not what he meant, Sergeant, cut the shit. The orders were to bring him back alive, not kill yourself in the process!"

"That's the job, Sergeant. You do whatever it takes to fulfill your orders."

You're both panting as he snarls the words, nose to nose and eye to eye, teeth bared in rage that feels almost primal. His close brush with death, the way you'd had to tackle him to keep him from running after the damn target, leaves you raw and unsteady. Had you been any weaker, any less filled by adrenaline and panic and something deeply possessive, you know Soap would've thrown you off and gotten himself killed. You were hardly able to hold him down until the screaming stopped as it was.

You take as deep a breath as you can with your heart racing, and reach up to wrap the collar of Johnny's shirt tight in your fist, dragging him so close that your noses brush, hot breaths shared.

"You don't get to fucking leave me." You shoot a glance over Johnny's shoulder, to where Ghost sits comfortably against the headboard of your shared bed. "Leave us. I won't let you."

It's the last sentence that has him bristling, that ruins your chance of a settled argument.

The only person who lets Soap do anything is Ghost. The two of you listen to your Lieutenant with no questions, no doubt, no hesitations, but the same doesn't go for your fellow Sergeant. Since the 141 had formed, you and Soap have been fighting for dominance over one another, both of you determined to establish your control of the other like Ghost has for both of you.

The insinuation that you would let Soap do anything isn't something he'll let slide.

Hours later, fucked raw and sated, you can admit to yourself that the wording was slightly intentional. But now, with the fresh wound of Soap's close call with death still stinging in your subconscious, you only mean it as a way to push his anger to the level yours has been at for hours now.

"Let me?" He rumbles, muscles relaxing as he steps forward enough to press his chest to yours, head ducked low so all you can see is Johnny. "You don't let me do shit, lass. Couldn't stop me if you tried."

You can't help the way your lips quirk up into a humorless smile, your fist tightening in the fabric of his shirt. "Had a pretty easy time of it earlier, MacTavish. Had you pinned and writhing under me, like a bitch-"

Before you can finish your taunt, you find yourself pinned to the door, a mouth covering yours.

Johnny's teeth are sharp against your lips as he nips at you, leaving behind a sting and a throb. You dig your nails into his shoulders, raking them down his arms and rumbling in dissatisfaction when his clothes keep him from feeling anything.

You bite back as you push at the hem of his shirt, desperate to get your hands on him and make him hurt. You trace your fingers over his abs as you get his bottom lip between your teeth, pulling him down to your height and smirking at his glare.

You don't kiss so much as fight with lips instead of fists, there's no affection or softness between the two of you right now. You're nothing but your anger, but your desperation, and deep down your fear. You cling to Johnny with something verging on desperation, bite and scratch to make him feel even a bit of the pain you had at such a close call with death.

He leans almost his entire weight into yours to keep you pinned against the door, but you only have to shove at his shoulders a few times for him to get the hint and move backwards.

His lips never leave yours as you walk him back to the bed, his hands coming up to grip your thighs as he falls back and keeps you on top of him. You taste the slightest tang of iron as you shift your knees up next to his hips, squeezing his sides between your thighs and his tongue between your teeth.

"You gonna ride me?" He pants when you pull away for a breath of air, your hips working over the tent in his pants. "Think you're in charge, bonnie?"

You bare your teeth at him, grinding your core against the tent in his pants. “I’m not the one on my back, MacTavish.”

His smile is all teeth as he bucks his hips into yours, knocking you off balance so you’re forced to brace your hands on either side of his head. “I don’t need to be on top to keep you on a leash.”

It’s all too easy to hook your fingers in his throat mic - his collar. His pupils blow wide when you tug harshly enough to pull his head off the mattress, his hips following as he moans and grinds you down onto him with a bruising grip on your thighs.

“Down,” you smirk, leaning your weight back and forcing his hips to the bed, grinding your hips. “‘S my turn, Johnny. Gonna use you ‘til you’re wrung dry.”

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, then rests on his bottom lip instead of settling behind his teeth. You can’t resist the urge to lean down and lick over his lips, covering them in your own spit and groaning when he pulls you back into a proper kiss.

Despite your hand around his throat and your weight on top of his, you’re both equally in control as you strip the other. You can’t be bothered to wrestle his wrists to the bed, far preferring to let him paw your shirt and pants off while you tear the seams in his indecently tight shirt.

You only have the patience to get his pants to his knees, unwilling to help him kick them off for full mobility. Instead you grind yourself against his hard length, the soaked gusset of your underwear dragging wonderfully over both his cock and your clit.

You shift your hand on his neck so your palm is resting on his Adam’s apple, giving him just enough pressure to stay flattened to the bed.

He nearly growls when you push, the head of his cock getting caught in your panties and brushing the crease of your thigh. “Fuck, bonnie, get it on with.”

You blink down at him, cocking an unimpressed brow and shifting your hips so he slips between your folds, tucking your underwear to the side with your free hand. “You’re not in charge right now, MacTavish. I’m on top.”

“Only cause I’m lettin’ ya,” he pants, hips twitching as he tries to find your hole, tries to find a hole to sink into.

You lean down just far enough to bite the air in front of his nose, all feral rage and sexual frustration as you let yourself sit on his cock, holding him still beneath you. “You don’t let me do shit, I do whatever the fuck I want to. And right now, I want to ride you ‘til you stop fucking talking.”

You press your lips to his before he can bite back the response you see waiting on his tongue, letting your hips move in the way that feels best for you as you lick over his teeth.

Johnny’s always loved making out. When Ghost keeps him locked up, or he’s just not allowed to fuck you, he’ll happily spend hours with your lips glued together, dry humping each other and swapping spit. You can’t even count the number of times he’s come in his pants while thrusting against your hip or your side, driven over the edge by just a kiss.

You take advantage of that now, keeping one hand on his throat and the other circling the base of his throbbing cock so you can line yourself up above him. He’s far too distracted with your lips and tongue to remember he could tug you down on him at any moment, could flip the two of you with hardly any effort at all.

Despite the complete lack of prep, your body takes Johnny easily, the familiar stretch making you moan as you sink down onto him with one smooth movement. You blink open wet eyes just in time to see Johnny’s eyes nearly roll to the back of his head when your ass rests against him, his cock buried inside of you.

You don’t let yourself rest for long, though most days you love to just feel the weight of either of your boys inside of you. But that current of anger is still pulsing beneath your skin, and all the hot, sweat slick contact between you and Johnny only makes you feel more desperate.

Your pace is merciless, for both him and yourself. Your knees and thighs scream as you slam yourself to the base of Johnny’s cock, making sure you pull off nearly to the tip on every thrust. Without a hand around his throat, you’d have lost your balance on the first thrust.

Johnny’s pulse thunders against your fingers, so fast and so harsh that you swear you can ever see your fingertips twitching against his throat. His breaths are quick and erratic, and you can’t help but subconsciously match his breathing with your faces as close together as they are.

“So fucking good,” you moan, rolling your hips as you lift yourself off of him, dragging the head of his cock along your walls. Your voice cracks when he bucks his hips up, and you’re relieved that he’s already too blissed out to notice, lost in the tight vice of your cunt. 

“Yeah?” Johnny pants, tongue nearly lolling out of his mouth when you pull away fully. “Stuff you just right, yeah, lass?”

You bite your tongue against an agreement, some deep part of you that’s not quite drunk on pleasure yet unwilling to give Johnny that kindness. Instead you shift your weight, so that your hand is more cupping Johnny’s jaw and putting pressure on his head instead of his neck, letting you really push him down and get the proper leverage to fuck yourself on his cock. 

“Perfect fucking-” you shudder against the words, moan when he rubs just over your g-spot and repeating the same motion with your hips again and again. “Perfect fucking toy, so nice to ride.”

The sound Johnny makes is purely animalistic, torn between anger and desperation, something rough and low in his throat. You can feel the rumble of it through your hand and can’t help but moan in return, finally nearing your peak even as your legs continue to burn.

Neither of you speaks as you ride him, your head hanging low so you’re eye-level with his nipples and focused entirely on your own pleasure. The way your muscles scream at you only fills you with more need, more desperation, and the pain pushes you closer and closer to the edge. Your clit grinds just right over the rough patch of Soap’s pubic hair, soaking it in your juices and covering him in slick.

You reach your peak with gasping breaths, nearly going cross-eyed as you use Johnny entirely for your own pleasure, using him as nothing more than something to hold yourself up on and a toy to ride. Your muscles go completely lax as your pleasure overwhelms you, leaving you slumped against his muscular chest as you ride out the orgasm with small rolls of your hips.

Johnny’s still rock hard inside of you as you come down, his grip on your thighs tight enough to bruise. Your hand has slipped from underneath his collar to the mattress next to his face, and you don’t have the energy to push yourself up and away, to deny him like you’d intended.

Your lungs feel too small as you try to take deep gasping breaths, only managing a few before your lungs start hitching. Johnny’s chest rises and falls quickly beneath your head, his heart pounding beneath your ear.

You don’t have time to brace yourself before you’re flipped onto your stomach, face down on the mattress.

One moment you’re floating in post-orgasmic bliss, letting your body clench down on Johnny and milk him, the next moment you’re on your knees with your back forced into a deep arch, that same cock pounding into you like a machine.

Your groan is bone deep when you finally lift your head enough to breathe, eyes rolled heavenward as your body tries its best to adjust to the harsh treatment.

“Show you a fucking toy,” Johnny snarls from over your shoulder, his voice sounding distant beneath the blood rushing through your ears. “Think ye can just treat me like fucking nothing, get yerself off then take a fucking nap? Nah, yer gonna take what ye fucking deserve.”

The thickening of Johnny’s accent has you gushing around him, your sensitive channel clenching down so hard that you’re surprised he can pull out at all. 

Johnny’s hand wraps in your hair when you try to let your head fall forward again, yanking you back with enough strength to leave you yowling at the strain on your neck.

“Don’t fucking hide,” he hisses, landing a sharp slap on the meat of your ass. “Think ye can just shove yer head in the sand? Let me fuckin’ hear you, lass, sing f’r me.”

“Fu-uck you,” you manage to groan, syllables interrupted on every thrust, your voice cracking. “You’re not- fuck, Johnny, don’t have to listen to you.”

You can practically hear the way he gnashes his teeth over your shoulder, can perfectly envision the angry snarl on his face at your lack of submission.

“Ye will. Gonna teach ye a fuckin’ lesson about yer place.”

You try your best to rear up, whipping your head over your shoulder to glare as best you can despite the grip on your hair. “My place? Who the hell  do you think- oh fuck, fuck, Johnny, you can’t- goddamnit-”

“Can’t even get a goddamn word out.” Even from your terrible angle you can see that his smile is mean. “Think ye can be in charge when ye can’t even finish a sentence? Fuckin’ fool.”

You nearly shriek when he shoves your head down to the mattress, clawing fruitlessly at anything in front of you. You only freeze when you feel flesh give way underneath your nails, the hard muscles of a thick thigh under your palm.

You can just barely angle your head enough to glance up and see Simon looking down at you, but you can’t manage to see anything past his general shape with the way Soap is trying to shove you inside the mattress.

Ghost’s hand comes to rest on your head, and when you lean into him he pushes Johnny’s fingers off.

“Watch it, pup,” he rumbles, and Johnny’s hips stutter behind you. “You’re already in trouble. Do you really wanna make it worse?”

Your self-righteous smirk is hidden in the sheets, but you can’t fully muffle your laugh when Johnny’s whines over your shoulder. The sound quickly morphs into a snarl, and he buries his teeth into your shoulder as his hips start to work again, the sound of his balls slapping against your soaked cunt obscene.

Johnny wraps his arms beneath your torso, hooking his hands on your shoulders so he can tug you into every thrust, moving his face up to nose at your throat. You feel covered by him, consumed by him, as he chases his own pleasure.

You don’t quite manage to get off before he empties himself inside you, but there’s a deep satisfaction in your bones that still lets you melt into him.

Johnny’s all heat and power at your back as he goes weak against you, and a small shove to his shoulder from Ghost has both of you resting on your sides, spooning with his cock still buried inside of you.

Your breaths sync with his quickly, matching the inhales and exhales you can feel against your neck and the rise and fall of his chest against your back.

Your eyes flutter shut, relaxing into the bed and Johnny’s arms. You know that you’ll have to Talk later, about what he’d done and how you’d responded. But you know it’ll be an easier conversation after Ghost’s punishment, when all of your consciousness has eased a bit.

“There ya go,” you hear Ghost say, followed by a soft stroke over your head. “Exhausted yourselves, huh? Silly pups.”

You hum and Johnny rumbles behind you, burying his face more fully in your throat. You feel Ghost’s other hand pet over his mohawk, his thumb brushing your cheekbone.

“I guess you can nap.” Ghost sighs, like he’s doing you both a great favor. “You’ll both need all your energy for your punishment, anyway. Breakin’ damn near every rule in the book just cause you got a little worked up. What am I gonna do with the two of you?”

You don’t have the energy to respond, and the best Johnny manages is a small and plaintive whine. Ghost chuckles from above you, and you feel him lay in front of you, his arms wrapping around Johnny’s back and tugging you both to him.

“Yeah, yeah,  I know. Just relax now, you’re alright.”

It’s easy to drift off, even if the heat is near suffocating and the stretch of Johnny’s cock verges on the edge of too much. You’re loose-limbed and sated, and Johnny’s safe beside you. There’s little else you could ever want, ever need, and you can’t be much more than grateful as you fall asleep between your men.

[strawberrykake]

men that would unashamedly wear your very feminine-looking handbag over his shoulder as you browse through clothes in the store.

—IWAIZUMI, Ushijima, Aone, DAICHI, Tanaka, UKAI, Kageyama, Akaashi, MATTSUN, Hanamaki, WASHIO, Sugawara, KITA, Aran, OSAMU, KUROO, KYOUTANI, Oikawa

[wherethewolfsbaneblooms]

Happy holidays from Jarl Dimitrescu!

[weebsinstash]

Ok I'm sorry one more yandere Valentino thing because I think about this man more than I should even though I'm 100% building a vision in my head that's probably nothing like whatever we finally get to see in January

He would absolutely say some nasty and I mean RAUNCHY shit right to your face just to watch you squirm but I love the thought of him like losing his temper and saying something the lines of "you're lucky we aren't still alive or I would've knocked you up by now to keep you in line"

cause like. It's a typical Abusive Male Trope yeah, yeah, but for him it almost has a deeper meaning because, he's the emotionally detached bitchy petty catty asshole who's just a big sex loving manwhore, and here he is talking about PREGNANCY? to KEEP YOU AWAY FROM OTHER DUDES? It's about 🤌 the attachment 🤌 the possessiveness manifesting in new behaviors 🤌

Valentino is looking around at all his other conquests who he whores out to fucking LOSERS for cash like Angel Dust is having to blow people in their cars and meanwhile TO YOU completely unapologetically Val just puffs a cigar, blowing hearts in your face "you're lucky your ass can't get pregnant anymore cause I'd make you have my son on your hip and let all these other motherfuckers know you're taken" like??? Imagine him whipping this comment out of fucking nowhere??? Or it's a threat because he thinks you're a being a brat? I'm normal about this man, I'm normal, I'm well adjusted, I don't constantly think about how he's like over 10ft or something unspecified and he'd just be an absolutely terrifying force just being able to jealously cuddle and grab you with 4 arms alone, god knows he probably has powers or something as an Overlord, it's fine, I'm being normal over here, this is A Normal Person's Blog and he's just a nice man who is definitely respectful to women 🙏

[queer-n-here]

Ango x Muscular Reader Headcannons

This for my bro 🦅 anon. I'm sorry, I accidentally deleted your original req, thank God I still remember what you asked for!

Also, *removes glasses and grimly rubs forehead* I felt kinda guilty since I wasn't able to do your recent Fyodor ask justice, so this is a compensation for that. Hope you like it.

Contents: Muscular Reader x Ango Akaguchi. Both SFW and NSFW Headcannons.

Warnings: Smut, Top male reader, Nipple play, virgin Ango, virginity loss.

SFW

I can see Ango getting slightly flustered when he first sees you.

You, a rookie ability user in the Special Division for Unusual Powers unit, greeting him formally, and the first thing Ango registers is your sheer size.

To begin with, you're 6'2", considerably taller than Ango himself at 5'8". (Yes, I looked up his height.)

Moreover, that's not all to your build. One glance at you and anyone would be able to tell you work out. Your arms are as thick as an average man's quads, to say the least. And your uniform is visibly straining against your chest; that thing is not going to last long.

But in the beginning Ango is only slightly impressed, glad to have someone who's physically strong on the team, just in case an incident like that of Tatsuhiko Shibusawa happens again. Draconia was frightening, and Ango is more than happy to have someone who would have a chance fighting against their own ability.

And then you two get partnered up for your first mission.

The only reason Ango gets put on it is because of his ability 'Decadence of Discourse'. The government needs him to unravel the location of an ability user mass bomber, who's recently escaped from prison.

It's not an easy one, and Ango feels obligated to guide you through it, but as you two unravel mystery after mystery, he slowly learns that you're not ignorant enough to be a total rookie.

So, after the mission is completed, he treats you to dinner. It's a simple gesture, but you notice the intention behind it all the same. And yet, you go.

He tries to get you drunk, but your alcohol tolerance is too much, and at the end of the day, you pretend to be wasted just to see what he'd do.

When Ango uses his ability on you, you let him, having nothing to hide. And he finds out more than enough to satisfy his curiosity.

You were in the Port Mafia before.

Despite knowing, he doesn't bring it up. You find it amusing, how he went so far to find out, and then withdrew silently.

Time passes, and Ango and you grow closer. He tries not to trust you, his job does not permit him to, yet you somehow wiggle your way into his heart, all big and strong.

Now, when you lean over him, or get too close in an elevator, he feels his face heat up, and tries his best to look away. He can't afford to have feelings, he tells himself.

And yet they're out of his control.

You notice, just how you notice everything else. Slightly amused, you tease him a little, standing a little too close when you talk to him, or leaning across him to reach things you could have grabbed either way, just feel his breath hitch.

But I mean, could you deny that you felt the same way, though? Not when Ango adjusts his glasses the way he does every time he gets flustered, a habit you notice that he wasn't aware of himself. How cute, you think.

So when you two do get into a relationship (after an adorable drunk confession from Ango and a whole morning of coaxing him to admit what he said last night) you feel quite decently accomplished in getting THE Ango Sakaguchi all red and stuttering just with a forehead kiss.

NSFW

The first time you two have sex, Ango is more than nervous, even though it's him who asked you if you wanted to do it.

So prep him gently, placing kisses along his jawline and down along his collarbone as he moans and clutches the sheets underneath him.

And when you finally put your fat cock in him, do give him time to adjust. Being a member of a confidential governmental department, dating opportunities don't come by everyday, so you'll excuse him for being a virgin, right?

Start gentle, your cock pumping in and out of Ango as he gets used to the feeling of your tip against his walls, moans spilling non-stop from his pretty mouth.

Kiss him quiet, your neighbours won't be happy at the amount of noise he's making. Or fuck him faster, each of his sounds driving you to please him more, more.

Slam into his sweet spot, and he'll arch his back off the bed, blunt nails digging into your back and drawing blood as a cry rips itself from his throat, eyes wide and tearing up.

Fuck him nice and good, till he forgets his own name, till the only thing his brain can process is your cock against his tight walls, abusing and bullying his sweet spot with such precision it makes him see stars.

Wipe away his tears before you continue to pound into him, and plant soft kisses on his face and chest. Suck on his nipples, kiss and bite them, and he'll come undone right then, hips bucking as cum shoots out of his untouched dick, hole clenching pathetically around you.

Let him come down from his high before you continue; it's only his first time, you can overstimulate him some other day, right?

When you start over, he will bury his face into the crook of your neck, muffling his moans and cries against your skin and just sobbing into your shoulder.

Fuck him till you come, bringing him to his second orgasm just with the feeling of your seed hitting his walls.

Pull out of him and kiss him softly, tell him he did good, and he'll smile dazedly, burying his face into your thick chest.

[rorynn]

Lol, I was bored.. Btw Buff y/n is 18. She is taller than Neteyam but she is shorter than Ao’nung.

[nyxiswrites1200]

Muscular!men x Curvy!fem

Slight NSFW, Slight body image issues/insecurities, I'm self-indulging

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Something about big strong men and soft curvy women just melts my brain ❤️

Large men who are muscular and just have a large presence in the room (dobermans and golden retrievers <3). Very well can win fights and protect their pretty girl. Along with the contrast of this pretty little thing standing beside them. A woman with a soft figure, soft tummy, squishy thighs, the whole works.

These men absolutely adore seeing their girlfriend in any clothes. Especially when it shows that bit of soft stomach. Even if you're standing there all insecure and unsure. He'll be trying his best not to drool. "I love it, princess", "God, you're gorgeous", "Makes you look like a goddess".

The intimacy is top notch. That one day you decided to wear lingerie for once? You'd never seen your boyfriend pop a boner so fast. He didn't even wanna take it off, just pushing it to the side and eating your pussy while holding those squishy hips of yours down.

Treats you like a million dollar work of art. Tells you how pretty you are and reassures every insecurity that you might have. Plus the perk of feeling security and safety anytime he's near.

Slowly erasing any derogatory statements you may have received before about your weight. Getting rid of that feeling that you can't wear certain things because he loves seeing those thick thighs in the shortest skirt you can find (if you're into that sort of style <3).

So yeah, muscular men and curvy girlies have my heart ❤️❤️

Thinking about.... Simon "Ghost" Riley, John Price, Nanami Kento, Toji Zenin, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Leon Kennedy, Miguel O'Hara....and whoever you want <3

[hbma]

This. Is Simon. Argue w a wall. Send tweet.

[jagodabluey]

crying every night because i can’t have him

[jk--47]

Whenever there are stories of beautiful virgin sacrifices, they are always dainty and small, but I just imagine the virgin chosen from your small village was you, a hunter, like your father. You’re over six feet tall, muscular, and very intimidating.

Don't get me wrong, you are beautiful, but I just imagine the god being so confused like:

 ‘I know im supposed to be the god of war and everything, but she fukin scares me. How did they even get her here? If she wasn’t willing, they definitely couldn’t make her do anything... holy shit she’s hot.’

He falls in love with you anyway, and he becomes an obsessed simp for his strong, perfect wife, his wife.

[mockerycrow]

thinking about 141 x chubby!reader or plus size!reader. i know these men would go fucking feral.

[property-of-sevika]

Title: Fuck the Pain Away Tonight

The night she came home to me so defeated and angry was one I’ll never forget.

Not because she was bloody and upset … but because I learned that it was possible to fuck pain away.

She ripped her already ripped shirt completely off and spiked it in the trash. Then she kicked the trash can, leaving a deep dent and then hurriedly began undressing in the kitchen. Everything she took off was ripped or blood stained. I watched her take everything off and slam it in the trash angrily.

“My love … what happened? Can I help you baby?” I am in the kitchen with her because I’m genuinely concerned and not actually gawking at her noticeably beautiful body.

Now Sevika is only in her underwear… and she is about to say something but instead just shakes her head and speeds into the bathroom.

I peek in the door of the bathroom. She rarely ever closes it.

She can’t hold it in, “Babe, my team fucked up tonight and tomorrow is going to be hell at work.” She growls and snatches the shower curtain out of her way so hard I thought she would break it.

I step in and place myself between her and the shower, “ Sev, babe, let me help you. You’re home now.” I turn on the shower for her so she doesn’t rip the knob off. “Don’t worry about it until you’re actually at work tomorrow. Breathe deep. Let’s get you cleaned up. I’m here for you. Come on my love.”

She inhales deeply and smirks at me, “sweetheart you’re right. I really can’t deal with that shit right now.” She strips naked and steps in the shower.

I wash her back and shoulders while she stands there attempting to relax. My baby is really trying to obey me. So hot!

I got more butterflies from the fact that she wanted to listen to me more than the fact that she’s butt naked in front of me now. I see her naked everyday anyway. But she doesn’t always just listen to me so easily.

When her back is clean I kiss her shoulder blades and then proceed to scrub her butt and legs. It’s not the first time we did this… I wash her back and she washes her front pretty often. It was one of our most domesticated habits and honestly we do it to save time and prevent her from breaking things in the small sized shower… let me be clear… she is a big woman. She is tall and muscular, built to scare, fight, and defend. I’m extremely attracted to her. Doesn’t matter that I’m almost an entire foot shorter than her.

When she’s clean she steps out the tub I hand her her towel. Sevika rarely shows this soft side out in public, but usually when we’re alone she opens up. She kisses my forehead and says, “baby I love you. You’re all I needed.”

I feel so warm inside. I feel so loved. I feel so needed.

Then she whispers in my ear, “I need you.”

“You got me babe,” I partially giggled from the tickle and partially from the flattery.

“No I mean I neeeeed you need you. I need you now… please” she let her velvety words flow out sensually straight to my core.

I could never let this woman beg me.

She’s my world.

I immediately start stripping. It was nice that she was complying to me earlier but I still love being submissive to her.

She lets her towel fall to the floor.

Our lips come together like magnets. Her muscular arms slide around me and she lifts me up. Each one of my legs wrap around her waist. We continue kissing as she carries me to our bedroom.

Within a minute my back touches our soft bed and she’s lowering herself on top of me. I pull her impatiently but she holds herself up to pull the last bit of clothing off of me.

Then our bodies touch.

Skin on skin.

My eyes roll back at the sensation of her finally on me. Butterflies rush through my core as she begins to grind me. She grabs my knee and gently presses me open for her to sink down on me.

“Fuuuuck yesssssss Sev…mmmm” I feel her pressing perfectly in between my legs. “Take me however you want me.”

I can’t see her face but I know she’s smirking.

She starts rocking harder, I can hear her breathing faster and louder. I want tonight to be about her. My only goal is to hear her cum. I will put her to bed happy tonight.

We’ve been together long enough to know that she will grind me for a little bit and then be able to cum if I eat her out right after. That’s my plan and that is what I did.

She started off on top and I did my best to turn her on and give it to her exactly how she wanted.

Then when her rhythm stuttered and she began moaning my name I knew it was time to flip over and I would use my mouth to bring her so much pleasure she’d be asleep 10 minutes afterwards.

I buried my face between her gorgeous brown legs and licked and sucked until my muscles hurt.

I love feeling her legs shake beside my head. I love feeling her try not to squeeze my head too tight when the pleasure begins to overpower her. But most of all I love hearing her voice when the orgasm rushes through her. It’s one of the only times I hear her sound so feminine because she’s blinded by ecstasy.

When we’re done I lick my lips and kiss her from her stomach to her neck.

I have to stop her from trying to repay me. I push her down as soon as she starts to sit up.

“Baby no, tonight was about you. Let’s go to sleep now. It’s ok my love.” I reassured her. I know she’s tired. Today was long and stressful and I want the very last thing she experiences is this fucked out bliss she’s in right now. I kiss her chest and neck and tell her it’s ok again.

“Babygirl I love you. I’m so happy.”

She falls asleep covered by my warmth and love.

I fall asleep knowing I fucked her pain away.

[queer-n-here]

REQ IF U WANNA

FYODOR ( bsd ) X LIKE A RLLY MUSCULAR MALE READER???

JUST LIKE

NOT PURE SMUT BUT ALSO SOME SFW HCS MAYBE

THANKS

NO PRESSURE TO COMPLETE BTW

Oh my god, yessss! Muscular reader go brr

(My exams have finished so I can continue working out now. Wanna get buff and carry my lil boyfriend everywhere when I have one)

Contents: Muscular reader and Fyodor's new obsession.

Warnings: Not a lot of smut, only mentions, top male reader, muscular reader, obsessed Fyodor Dotsoevsky.

Fyodor, who just can't seem to get enough of how tall you tower over him, or how much wider your shoulders are than his, or how much stronger you are than-

Fyodor, who could go on for hours describing every movement of your muscles when you moved.

Fyodor, who's an expert at looking for reasons to make you stand next to him, or in front of him, just to be able to fully appreciate how much bigger you are.

Fyodor, who loves feeling your thick arms around him and your hard chest behind his back when you two cuddle.

You catch him staring at you sometimes, and his eyes never limit themselves to your face. They roam all over your body, distracted anew every time you shift, every time your muscles flex.

But when you confront him about it, he'll almost manage to convince you that you're delusional. You know better than to believe him, though.

The first time you two have sex, Fyodor wraps his arms around your wide shoulders and legs around your waist, eyes glued to your body as you pound into him, a small smirk growing on your face when you notice.

Afterwards, he lies in your arms, feeling your warmth around him in a way that he didn't know would feel more intimate than sex itself, your breath steady against his neck, your heartbeat against his back.

When you lift him up, maybe because he was acting lazy, or maybe he was being bratty when you wanted something from underneath him, he can't help but gasp, arms wrapping involuntarily around your neck to stabilize himself, even if he knows you're way too strong to drop him.

After that, Fyodor regularly looks for reasons to get you to carry him, getting in your way just to feel you slip your hands under him and lift, that glorious shift of muscle under your skin so fascinating it has him spiralling.

So lift him up against the wall the next time you two have sex, bully your thick cock into his tight hole and pound, and let him trace your skin with his hands, moving in the same rhythm as your hips.

Fyodor loves it even more when you're gentle with him. The thought that you could break him in half if you wanted to but don't was a drug he was addicted to and high on.

When you handle him like he's delicate, like he'd break if you used too much force, he can feel his heart swelling (and maybe his dick too-)

Fyodor who knows that if it wasn't you, he wouldn't pay half as much attention as he does now.

Fyodor who likes watching you work out, in a way that's almost creepy.

Fyodor who no longer even trieds to deny it when you accuse him of being obsessed with your muscles; he doesn't fight losing battles.