#ngl I have such a soft spot for him he's such a sweetheart!!

[nanaslutt]

ngl i've only been thinking about cock warming nanami while cuddling and its really soft and sweet 😖😖

also what would you think of having designated emojis for anons 👉👈

i love the idea of designated emojis!! did you want to be 👉👈 annon or??

contains: fem reader, established marriage, sooo many pet names are used for reader, cockwarming, dirty talk, teasing, fingering, breif hand job, somnophillia at the end if you squint

MDNI

Nanami had taken some time off recently, telling his boss and coworkers alike that he was going on some exotic trip with his wife (you). When in reality, he just needed some consecutive time off with you, just completele uninterupted wife time. He didnt even neccisarily have anything exciting planned for the two of you on his vacation, you went out to dinner a couple times last week but he really just needed you close to him, even if you were doing something mundane.

The two of you sat on the couch together, the tv droning in the background while kento read his book. Your legs were laid across his lap, and his free hand that wasn't holding his book was rubbing patterns into your calves soothingly. He needed this so bad. Your skin was so soft and warm under his palm, your presence in the room was all he needed to relax, he wished this vacation could last forever.

Your husband kept stealing glances at you, studying your sleepy face and the way your hand slipped under your his shirt and rested on your tummy. Every move you made had him seemingly stuck in a trance. When your show went to comercial break, you sat up and started to slide under nanami's arm to sit on his lap. He cradled your body against his, resting his big palm on the small of your back as he slipped his own hand under your shirt and scratched your back.

"Mmmmm." you moaned in appreciation at his antics, his trimmed nails felt so good on your skin while the warm heat of his body radiated through your own, making you feel dizzy. "Feel good, sweetheart?" He asked, smiling at your reaction but keeping his eyes glued to his book. "Yes, feels so good Kento, wish time would stop at this moment forever." You mumbled into his shoulder, stealing the words from his brain. "Me too, my love." He said sweetly, making you hum at the nickname.

You were pressed impossibly close to him, chest to chest, you could not be closer and still; you needed more. You wished you could become one with him, so you would never be apart. Your own unrealistic thoughts made you sigh out loud as you slumped against him. “Something wrong my love?" He asked, setting his book down open faced on the coffee table as to not lose his spot, before he brought his other hand to join in on scratching your back.

"Mhm, just wish I could be closer to you." You whined into his shoulder, making your body jolt as he laughed at your needy words. "I have just the solution if you're up for it." He said, sliding his hands down the side of your body before rubbing them back up, and repeating the process. You tried to blink away the sleepiness his soothing touch was bringing, whispering out an 'okay' as your eyes fluttered shut.

He pulled you off of his chest, keeping his large hands on your hips as he stared at your sleepy face fondly. "How do you feel about keeping my cock warm inside you? Hmm?" He asked, making your eyes flutter open as a smile crept its way onto your face. "Sounds perfect, Kento." You smiled, cradling his face in your hands as you brought your face towards his, and connected your lips softly.

The two of you kissed slowly and passionately, your sleepiness really being evident to him at how lazy your lips were against his. "You can fall asleep just as soon as I get inside you, okay?" He spoke against your lips, his warm breath tickling your face as you nodded. You gave him one last peck on his soft lips before your hand dropped to his crotch to get him hard.

You were surprised to feel that he was already one step ahead of you, which made you giggle as you rubbed your hand along the length of his cock through his pants, "Kento what's this~" you teased, making his jaw drop in a small o as you continued rubbing him, "What made you get so hard, huh?" You asked, smiling against his face before you pulled your head back, looking between the two of you.

You would never not be shocked at the sheer size of him. The way your hand barely fit around his cock when you jerked him off, the way he stretched you open when he fucked his cock inside you, each and every time. "Just your face gets me erect." He said, all too formally, making you giggle. "Well, I'm glad." You said, leaning down to leave a peck on his forehead before you dropped both hands to his pants and started unzipping his slacks.

You looked at him from underneath your lashes, and he nodded his approval at you, silently telling you to keep going. You continued unzipping his slacks and pulling his pants slightly down his thighs, just a couple inches so you had an easier time pulling his cock out. Nanami lifted his hips to aid your efforts, sighing in relief when your hands slipped into his boxers and pulled out his fully erect cock.

You were already only dressed in a t-shirt and panties, which would make it so much easier for you to get him inside you quicker. The sight of his unobstructed cock made your mouth water as you gave him a couple strokes before pulling your panties to the side and revealing your dripping cunt to his eyes. "You were teasing me for being aroused when you're this wet yourself?" He smiled, reaching his hand between the two of you to rub his fingertips against your hole to feel your wetness.

"This is your fault!" You exclaimed playfully, your laugh getting cut off with a gasp when he slid two thick fingers into your hole, keeping his eyes on you and dropping his mouth open, mimicking your own. "Yeah?" he smirked, "Thinking about cockwarming your husband get you all wet?" He asked, making you nod as your eyes rolled back in your head, lids falling shut. "What was that?" He repeated when he didn't hear your verbal answer.

Nanami was very adamant about you using your words when you wanted something. You should never be embarrassed to ask or tell him anything, he was your husband—of course he would cater to your each and every need, but how would he know what you wanted if you didn't use your voice?

"Yes, thinking about your dick inside me made me wet." You said. As he could see throughout your time together, his way of making you verbalize your needs had resulted in his pretty wife having such a filthy mouth. "Good girl." He praised, making you smile as he started to scissor his fingers inside your hole, stretching you out to take his cock.

"F-cuk, Kento-" You wined, squeezing your eyes shut as he opened you up for his cock, simultaneously rubbing your g-spot to get you even wetter. "Feel good, honey?" He asked, smiling at your pleasured face. "Yes, P-please, put it in now." You said, impatiently. He was working you over so well, but you just wanted him inside you already. Your heart was about to burst out of your chest with the need to be one with him. "Not yet, you're not prepped enough." He said as he continued to fuck his fingers in and out of you, creating lewd squelching noises that reached your ears and made you even more aroused.

"I'm fine, promise I can take it K-ken, please, just give me your cock, please." You begged, opening your eyes as you reached your own hand between the two of you and wrapped it around his cock. Your slow strokes must have convinced him because he let out a defeated sigh and removed his fingers from you. You smiled watching your husband suck his large fingers into his mouth and lick off your cum before he popped them out, completely clean of your juices. "You're so dirty, Kento." You giggled watching him lick his lips clean. He made sure to swallow every last drop of you before he spoke. "It's not my fault my wife is so sweet." He praised.

You continued stroking his cock, before you wadded up a glob of spit in your mouth and let it fall against the tip of his dick, easing the slide and wetting him even more as you lined his member up with your cunt. "Easy." Nanami reminded, to which of course you listened. Nanami was constantly bending his own rules for you, so if you hurt yourself by putting his cock inside you right now-- with you not being as prepped as he would like-- you knew he would get frustrated, and you didn't want that. You enjoyed teasing Nanami, but right now you didn't want to ruin this sweet and intimate moment.

He trusted your judgment though, if you said you were ready, you were ready. You winced when you started sitting down on his mushroom tip, his girth stretching you out and causing mild discomfort. Nanami moaned in tandem with you as you sunk lower and lower on his cock, his length seemed to go on forever. "Almost there, doing so good for me, sweetheart." He praised, holding the sides of your body in a tight but loving grip to take some of the pressure off your thighs and keep your body hovering over his lap while you took his cock.

"F-fuuuuuck." You moaned, letting your head tip back when you sat flush against your hips, his cockhead pressed snugly against your cervix. Nanami let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when you bottomed out. He started rubbing his large hands on the sides of your body, caressing you before he moved his hands to your back and pressed your chest against his, making you lean forward and lay your head into the crook of his neck. "Good girl, good fucking girl. His soothing voice vibrated through your body.

You wrapped your legs comfortably around his hips, whining briefly when his cock was jolted even deeper inside you at the new angle. Having his cock inside you like this, pressing up against all of the right places, and feeling his warmth from inside you now, was doing all the right things to your body. Your eyes started feeling heavy when Nanami once again started scratching his nails over your back. "Are you okay, my love? Does it hurt?" He checked, looking down at your form that was attached snugly to his. "So f-full, but It feels perfect Ken." You said, pressing small kisses to his neck in between your words.

"You're so good to me." He said, letting his own head tip back as your light kisses turned into sucking, his eyes rolled back in his head when he felt your tongue poke his neck between your plush lips in between your sucking. You felt his cock twitch inside you at your antics, making you beam with how easy it was to rile him up. You left one last kiss against his neck before returning your head to lay on his shoulder, heaving a relaxed sigh. "That should be my line," You said, giggling, "You always know just what I need."

Your husband hummed against you as he continued to draw shapes and patterns directly against your soft skin, making you hum and moan in appreciation every so often. "Ken," your soft voice started, "'M sleepy." He smiled and hummed in acknowledgment before he spoke, "Do you want to move to the bedroom?" He asked, waiting patiently for your answer. You took a couple beats to respond, the sleepiness making you ponder his question for longer than normal before you nodded against his shoulder.

"Alright, baby." Nanami reached over to grab the TV remote and turn it off, turning off the side table lamp as well before he scooped you up in his arms, holding you up from your thighs and keeping you snug around his waist as he walked the two of you to your shared bedroom. His cock slid in and out of you a couple inches when he walked, making you moan, and making your cunt drip out around him.

"Sorry sweetheart, almost there." He spoke a fake apology through his teeth. He loved the way you felt inside when he held you up like this. The way you squeezed his cock while he made a path for the bedroom made his legs weak, biting his lip when he felt your cum drip down his balls, begging his legs not to give out when he was so close to your shared room.

Your chest rising and falling steadily against him made Nanami's heart flutter in his chest, he knew you were waiting for him to get the two of you situated in bed before you fell asleep, and he thought it was the most precious thing in the world. How did he end up with such a sweet wife?

"Gonna take it out for a second, okay?" He said, making you whine at the loss as he picked you up off his cock, still holding you in his arms as his girth popped out of you, hanging heavily between his legs as his hard-on had gone down slightly from being still inside you for so long.

"Kento.." You sleepily wined, your cunt clenching around nothing at the loss of him. "I know, I know, patience." He reminded when he sat you down on the end of the bed. You sat obediently, your eyes fluttering open and closed as you watched your husband and waited for him to pull back the comforter for the two of you. "Alright, come here." He said, picking up your body from under your arms he situated you under the soft sheets, sliding in behind you. He pulled the comforter over the two of you before he snuck his hand underneath them and gave himself a few quick strokes on his cock.

Once he felt he was hard enough to put it back in, he slid your panties to the side once more and slipped his cock back inside your warm walls, making you both moan in unison as he did so. "Yess, 's good~" You slurred against the pillows. His cock had gone in so much easier this time around, he had your soaked pussy to thank for that.

He pressed his hips flush against your ass, groaning at how deep he reached in this position before he wrapped his big arms around your torso snugly. He humped his hips against yours slowly, massaging your sweet spot with the head of his cock as he fucked you into dreamland. "K-Kento, l-love you." You whispered, words broken up by your soft moans at the feeling of his cock slowly fucking you. "Love you more baby, go to sleep now, I got you." He hushed, rotating his hips against your ass. You relaxed against him, your sleep coming on so much faster thanks to how he was literally rocking you to sleep with his hips.

The two of you continued to moan softly together in the protection of your bedroom. No one to bother the two of you as you cuddled each other intimately. You rubbed patterns into his arms that wrapped around your torso, and his lips pressed soft comforting kisses against your back, shoulder— wherever they could reach, he kissed.

When your whimpers died down and your breathing evened out he knew you had drifted off to sleep. He stilled his hips against you, feeling the own throbbing of his cock start to cease as he got sleepier and sleepier himself. The way your cunt pulsed and squeezed around him every so often was so relaxing, the dull pleasure was lulling him into what would be the best sleep of his life. "I'm the luckiest man alive." He whispered into your hair, before he pressed a soft kiss onto the back of your head and let himself join you in dreamland.

[your-local-baguette]

Jumping in their arms after not seeing eachother for long

Warnings: not proofread. Just fluff.

Jjk: characters: gojo satoru, itadori yuuji, megumi fushiguro, sukuna.

Satoru gojo

Gojo is very expressive and he doesn't care who sees your relationship. If he hasn't seen you in a while he'll run towards you, and you'll do the same, probably. He lifts you up and spins you around, a huge smile on his face. When he finally put you down, you both share a long kiss and start laughing together for absolutely no reason. You guys are silly like that.

Itadori yuuji

I feel like yuuji is not shy at all in public, if hasn't seen you in a while he'll open his arms and welcome you happily. He'll most likely also spin you around, he's the kind of guy to press his cheek on top of your head, if you're shorter than him. But yuuji is an absolute sweetheart, he'll give you tons of kisses and squeeze you. He gives me vibes of swinging you from side to side.

Megumi fishiguro

He's isn't really into pda but if you came running into his arms he'd welcome you. If it has been really long, it's most likely he'll hug you really tight but he won't make any rash movement like spinning or swinging you. Still i feel like he'd bury his face in your shoulder or neck and just stay there for a while. He's very warm but the moments when he hasn't seen you in really long he just won't care about others and will straight hug you anywhere.

Ryomen sukuna

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You'd be hugging him and he'd have one arm on you patting your back slightly aggressively and he'd be looking away. Just so he's sure not one sees him blush. He really has a soft spot for you, but after a while ngl i feel like he'd push you off. Not to hurt you but i have a feeling that sweet affection like this makes sukuna weak in the knees.

[lilykatelyn-blog]

first time w/ txt <33

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pairing: txt x reader

genre: smut, fluff

warnings: fingering, protected sex, pet names (baby, Jagi, Jagiya, babe, honey), kissing, making out, dirty talk, soft sex, cursing, Big Dick Yeonjunnie and Soobinnie, aftercare :), fem bodies in Tae’s and Soob’s, squirting.

❤︎Yeonjun❤︎

He’s soft, despite what everyone says, that’s what I think. He’ll take his time slowly fingering you because.. 9 inches- and my man is girthy, very girthy. He makes you cum at least twice on his fingers, and once on his mouth. Then comes the dick, and it was worth it. He moans so much at your tight hole, and you moan at how good he hammers into you. Let’s just say you passed out after that. His aftercare is so soft, he cleans you up with a towel, you two take a shower if you have the stamina (but you passed out). He gives you water and cuddles up to you whispering sweet nothings, and how well you did as you guys drift off <3

“mmh- J-Jagiya, taking me so- nngh, s-so well,” he whispered as he thrusted in quickly, watching your blissed out expression. God, he could almost cum to that. “J-jun~, so go-od,” You trailed off, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Jun-n~, co-ming~.” You warned as you squirted all over him. “Fuck baby, nngh- coming too,” he told you as he thrusted a few more times before he stilled, painting your walls white.

❤︎Soobin❤︎

So so so sweet ❤️ He’s so soft prepping you, while praising you softly. He had it all planned, you would have champagne, watch a movie, then have sex (man had it in his plan notebook saying literally that 💀) also made sure he had multiple condoms and was clean. He slowly eased into you, waiting for you to adjust to his size, because let’s not lie, he’s BIG. And not like 6 inches big, but like 8-9 inches BIG. He has to hold back while slowly thrusting into you, because you’re just so tight and it just feels so good. For aftercare, he’s on another level, he runs a bubble bath, gets you water, food of youre hungry, and makes sure you’re comfortable. He’s just an all rounded sweetheart <3

You were on Soobin’s lap, champagne long forgotten. You swallowed each others moans as you both grinder on each other. “Babe- fuck.” He whispered pulling away and stopping you. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing, just need to be inside you right now.” He muttered in your neck, lifting you up and leading you two into the bedroom, where you continued your make out session, sharing many kisses into the night.

❤︎Beomgyu❤︎

He makes it pleasurable, and something you noticed is, what he lacks in length, he makes up for in girth. THiCK, super thick. He’ll try to hold himself back, but he’ll fail. Honestly, more of a groaner than a moaner ngl. As he thrusts into you, he’ll either be praising and dirty talking or just dirty talking. He doesn’t have the patience to finger you, but he still will to some extent because he wants you to enjoy yourself as much as possible. For aftercare, he is so sweet and just smiled sheepishly and giggled at your fucked out expression.

“did I go too hard?” He asked, giggling and smiling as he gently lowered you into the bath. “just a bit.” You slurred and giggled a bit. “I’ll be back Jagi.” He ran to get you water. As soon as he got back, he joined you and.. well.. another round started as soon as you got out. “Nghhhhh- so good for me honey~” he grunted thrusting into you hard. You couldn’t do anything but moan. As you once again reached your high, you wanted him. “G-gyu.. co-cominnnngg~” you stammered. “Me too,” he groaned, hitting just the right spot as you squirted on his dick and he came in his condom.

❤︎Taehyun❤︎

boob man. I just know it. The first time you guys have sex, he’s all over them. He’s kissing them, fucking them, cumming on them, all the good stuff. Then he slowly fingers you until your hole is big enough to take him. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still a bit of a stretch, but it’s less painful than it would have been. Ughhh, he is so into oral, just sucking at your clit so hard, making your brain go into oblivion, all words long gone and just incoherent noises remained.

“T-tae!” You screamed tugging on his hair for the nth time, as he made you cum on his mouth for the 2nd time that night. “Just one more Jagi, then I’ll fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.” As he licked up your slit again. “T-tae! Too sensitive! No more!” You moaned, trying to push him away but failing, after a while the pain turned into pleasure and you found yourself coming undone once again.

❤︎Huening Kai❤︎

also a big boob guy. Very big on it, always stuttering as he entered you. Only after fingering you and you blowing him. He has to physically force himself not to cum inside you after you cum. He enters back in after you cum, chasing his own high and eventually cumming all over your stomach and boobs.

“nngh, too tight!” He moaned, pulling out and jerking himself off after you came twice on his dick. You just watched the lewd scene as he came undone, moaning your name and collapsing. After he came to his senses, he got a damp towel and cleaned both of you up, giving you water and food. Then, you two cuddled and kissed through the night until you both fell asleep &lt;3

[hp-hcs]

ngl i’d lose my mind for some bottom mattheo x male reader content, there isn’t enough 🤧

(is there any at all just asking for a friend)

• smut • “best friends”, my ass (and your ass too, while we’re at it) — best friend! submissive! bottom! mattheo riddle x AMAB! soft top! reader

stuck in the hospital for the foreseeable future, so have some more shitty fanfic, my lil gayass weirdos

i’m also really fuckin high on pain meds rn so this is undoubtedly gonna be the most shameless fuckin smut i’ve ever written yw ig

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“Would you fuck me?”

Your head shot up to stare at Mattheo with comically wide eyes as he burst into your dorm room and shut the door behind him.

You managed to splutter out a very caught-off-guard, “I- what?”

“Would you fuck me, Y/n? Pretty please, with a condom on top?”

You just stared at him, mouth agape in shock. Finally finding your voice after a painfully long moment, you asked, “Are you high?”

Mattheo rolled his eyes. “Entirely sober, I assure you.”

“Then- then why are you…?”

He sighed dramatically and trudged over to your bed, falling face down onto it. “Please?”

“That’s not really a reason, Riddle.”

“Fine! Fine. I want to lose my bottom virginity, alright?”

“I swear to Merlin-” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Why me? You can literally just breathe and have people throw themselves at you. So why me?”

“Well…I want to- I wanna try being, like…submissive,” he mumbled, obviously embarrassed. “An’- an’ I trust you t’ take care of me ‘n be gentle an’ shit.”

“Damn, alright. Yeah…” you trailed off. “Shit, I mean, I’m flattered, really. Uh, yeah- yeah, I’ll do it.”

He visibly perked up. “Wait- really? You’d really do that for me?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged. “What else’re friends for?”

“Oh, so we’re still on the whole ‘best friends’ bullshit, huh?” He snickered.

“I’m already regretting this,” you sighed, actively choosing to ignore what he said. “This is a terrible idea.”

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“This was a brilliant fuckin’ idea,” you gasped as you sank into him, moaning at the sensation. He was so tight and warm around you that you had to pause for a second just to catch your breath.

Mattheo whimpered underneath you, his face screwed up in mild discomfort. You gently stroked his side, pressing tiny kisses to his cheeks and murmuring, “Oh- you’re doing so good, sweetheart. So, so good. Y’feel amazing.”

Mattheo whimpered again, his fingers tightening their grip on your shoulders.

You let out a shaky breath, trying not to lose your composure. “Baby- baby, please- can I move?”

“Gimme- g-gimme a sec?” He whispered, his voice wavering.

“O-of course, honey,” you murmur back, trying to stay as still as possible for his sake. “Take as long as you need.”

After a moment of listening to his shaky breaths slowly even out, you eventually heard a softly whispered, “Okay, you can move.”

At his permission, you slowly started to move in and out. You groaned into his neck. “Merlin- you feel incredible, baby.”

Mattheo gasped when you hit a certain spot with a particularly hard thrust. “Fuck! There- do that again!”

You complied with his request, increasing the strength behind each movement until Mattheo was a whimpering, moaning mess beneath you. He cried out your name as he quickly came, his fingers scrabbling for hold on your shoulders and his nails digging into the skin.

You moaned loudly as he tightened around you, your stomach flip-flopping at the intensity of the sensation. You made a move to pull out, but Mattheo quickly tightened his shaking legs around your hips, tugging you back in.

“Please, no,” he begged. “Need- need- please!”

“Shh,” you shushed him, running a gentle hand up his stomach and chest. “Take a breath, honey. Tell me what you need.”

“Need-” His cheeks flushed and he covered his face with his hands in embarrassment. “Need y’to keep going.”

You grinned, the tips of your ears going red.

You gripped his hips, resuming your original pace. Mattheo’s eyes practically rolled back in his skull as his jaw dropped from the overstimulation.

You grunted, speeding up to chase your high. You came with a low moan of his name, your orgasm hitting you out of nowhere like the goddamn Hogwarts Express.

Your arms shook and gave out as you collapsed on top of him. You panted heavily before pressing a soft kiss to his forehead and pulling out; rolling off of him and onto your back as you tried in vain to catch your breath.

He grinned and curled into your side, his slow and steady breaths warm against the crook of your neck. You both sat in a comfortable silence for a long moment before Mattheo interrupted it.

“So…best friends, huh?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Why don’t you make me?”

[ghostedeabha]

Can you do William and Afab!Reader snugglefucking?

snugglefucking 🥺🫶

i hope this is to your tastes sweet nonnie <3

MINORS DNI !!

william afton x afab!reader

word count: 450

warnings: soft smut, snugglefuck, very very light dubcon/somnophilia (reader is like half asleep and consent is not direclty given but is implied/refrenced consent has been arranged beforehand), 18+, probably ooc william afton bc it's soft (they're both sleepy)

a/n: i'm a virgin and that's probably gonna be very obvious from how i write smut, my only experience with sex is the fact that i've been reading fanfics since i was 10 so literally 10, almost 11 years💀 that said, please bear with me >.< as always, reader is afab and referred to with some "fem" petnames, but identifying gender is not specified.

a/n 2.0: also i wrote this at my grandparents' house while tipsy💅

a/n 3.0: soooooo all the stuff i wrote while drunk at my grandparents' house got deleted because tumblr is a lil BITCH and ngl i forgot most of what i wrote so i hope this version is okay. i may come back and rewrite this again and make it a little longer just because i feel awful about taking so long to get this out

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your eyes were still blurry with sleep in the early morning as you felt your husband slipping your underwear down your legs as he laid behind you, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder as he slid the obstructing fabric off your body.

you glanced over to check the time, 04:46. you supposed william had woken for work and was feeling rather needy, taking advantage of your previously established arrangement. one both of you took advantage of often.

"mornin' darling, didn't mean to wake you." a lie.

"morning will.. 's okay."

"just relax for me, sweet."

and with his voice so sweet and husky, hoarse with the grogginess of having just woken minutes before you, how could you not relax? his touch moving slowly up your thigh, teasing you just so, before he places a calloused finger to your clit, rubbing slow and teasing circles.

a soft hum of pleasure escapes your lips at his sensual touch, spurring the brit on more. his finger slipping down to slip inside you, curling the digit against the spongy spot deep inside you.

"that's it sweetheart, takin' it so well..." william muttered into your ear lowly as he pressed kisses and nibbles to your neck, slipping a second finger into your throbbing cunt.

william relished in the sounds of your sleepy moans, hips bucking into his hands slightly as he drove his fingers into you at a languid pace. the lewd sounds of your slick against his palm filling both your ears.

feeling his long fingers slip out of you, you let out a broken whine at the loss, only to be met with the feeling of his tip pressing to your core.

"shh, don't complain angel. quit your whining, i'll give you what you want."

"will, please..." you gasped out, begging him so sweetly for something he wasn't even denying you.

william lifts one of your legs gently, moving it back just so to place it back on his thigh as he pushed himself up into you from behind, making sure to go slow as he pushed in, wanting both to be careful with you as well as torture you with his sluggish pace.

soft, broken moans leave both your lips as he slowly pushes in, taking his sweet time bottoming out. once he does he starts a slow, torturous drag, in and out, in and... out.

"fuck, doll. feels good, nice and tight for me, yeah?" william grunts into your ear, his right hand coming down and sliding across your front, making it's way down your stomach to meet your clit once more.

you could never tire of waking up like this, and perhaps you'd have to return the favour tomorrow.

[princessbrunette]

“you told me your new man don’t make you nut, that’s a damn shame” all mine by brent faiyaz!

kind of toxic ex!rafe coded ngl…

- malibu barbie

ooooooooo !! so this lyric has always reminded me of jj for some reason but i can definitely see the toxic ex!rafe comparison !!

˚₊‧꒰ა 🎀 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

you’re parading this new beau of yours around at a party. your coming out as a couple, one might think. it was laughable, really — even rafe knew this poor excuse of a man looked pathetic in comparison to him. you’re glued to his side for the most part of the night, barely sparing rafe a glance and it’s really getting under his skin. he knows what you’re doing, you had brought him here just to shove it in his face.

the oldest cameron finally spotted his chance when your boyfriend had excused himself to the bathroom. weak, rafe thinks — at a party like this with the dress you’re wearing? rafe never would have let you out his sight. hell, he would have dragged you into that bathroom to have his way with you. if he needed to piss that badly he could have you hold the canon steady, letting you drunkenly giggle with two hands around his cock. this guys got no clue.

you wait in the hallway for your new man, and as soon as that bathroom door closes rafe is sliding up infront of you, leaning against the adjacent wall, pretending he’s in the one man queue to piss.

“hi, how are you?” he acts like he cares, kind and soft smile plastered on his face, not turning smug for a moment even when your eyes jump down to the glimmering chain barely tucked into his shirt, the same chain that used to batter you in the face occasionally during sex.

“hi, rafe.” you resist an eye roll, shifting on your feet with your arms folded over yourself. your body language was practically cowering at whatever seduction technique he was about to unload on you. you had grown stronger, but not that strong. not immune.

“i see uh— see you brought someone. what’s… what’s his name again?” he’s smirking, squinting and waving a hand by his temple briefly like he’s trying to remember. you blink at him, bottom lip begging to pout.

“his name isn’t important.” you defend, not quite realising how bad that sounds until it had left you. he chuckles, raising his eyebrows and looking around casually, lifting his glass to his lips.

“yeah, no… his name is definitely… not important.”

“what do you want? are you just coming here to pick on me?” the pout roams free, his behaviour even making you wanna shove him, stomp your foot — all kind of childishness. you always were terrible at acting unbothered.

“would never do that, sweetheart.” he softens but he doesn’t lose the ego, if anything it grows. “just… just curious, you know— wanna know what the hell you see in that poor sucker.”

“he’s nice. nicer than you, that’s for sure.” you frown, glancing at the bathroom door. what was taking him so long?

“yeah okay, nicer than me.” he chuckles quietly at the floor before pushing off the wall, entering your space. “nice isn’t everything. you know that though, don’t you?” he whispers, and you hate the way you clench from muscle memory around nothing.

“better than being treated like shit—”

“but i fucked you good though… right? that makes up for it. what—what about this guy? huh? make you cum?” he drags the back of his finger down the side of your face and you reluctantly bat him away. you stare behind him at the door, paranoid.

“rafe.” you warn, your tone telling him everything he needed to know.

“what… you tellin’ me he doesn’t make this pretty pussy cum? when it’s just so easy?” his hand slithers between your thighs and cups you through your panties under your skirt. your jaw drops, but no noise comes out. you can’t believe you haven’t pushed him away yet. it just… felt good to have a hand down there that felt right, even briefly.

he chuckles, removing his hand and fixing your skirt. he then lifts that same hand and gives you a condescending pat on the cheek. “just makin’ sure everything still… responds to me. happy to see it does.” he steps away just in time, the lock turning and your new man stepping into the otherwise empty hallway, eyes flickering between the two of you.

“what took you so long?” you bark irritably at the man unfairly, linking his arm quickly to drag him away once he’d stepped out the bathroom.

“oh shit.” rafe chuckles, lightly clapping the guy on the shoulder as you pass him, pulling him away before rafe could open his big dumb mouth. “nice seeing you, sweetheart.” he calls after you with a smirk, watching you bristle at the nickname from behind and disappear. he chuckles to himself once more, lifting his drink back up to his lips.

˚₊‧꒰ა 🎀 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

[just-another-author-i-guess]

Hi!

Could you do a headcannon of how Judd would act high around his significant other?

I feel like once he is high, he’s a little more soft and shows that a bit more

Yes!! High Judd = soft Judd fr 💪💪

Tags: fem/gn! Reader, erh the gender isn’t really specified but kinda fem? Mentions of weed and smoking it obviously, mentions of sex too bc yk, big mouth, this is probably the fluffiest thing I’ve written with Judd haha, but I was VERY tired and sleep deprived when I wrote this and did not beta read 😵‍💫

Author’s note: I have convinced my friend to start watching big mouth lmfao, and he actually agreed that Judd is hot 💪💪 it’s a win for the boys

High Judd Headcannons

Word count; 1,0K

He has two moods when he’s high 

You’ll either get super horny Judd or super soft Judd 

My personal favourite is soft Judd 

He’s all goofy smiles and cuddling 

Will think everything you say is hilarious too 

“Judd. Your parents are coming up the stairs, I can hear them,” 

He just lets out a cackle, one of those hoarse, drawn-out ones and just doesn’t answer 

It was kinda stupid of you to smoke in his room anyways,, but somehow he convinced you it was a good idea

The more stoned he gets, the more clingy he gets too 

If he’s in horny mode, he’ll obviously just fuck you harder and faster but if he’s in soft mode you’ll get a very unusual treatment 

Though not uncomfortable treatment, he’s just very, very touchy 

Like imagine Diane walking in the hallway upstairs, she walks past Judd’s room and the whole thing obviously smells like pot, so she enters and behold 

There Judd his— cuddling you, grinning while pressing his face into your stomach and leaving small kisses all over 

Not even in a sexual way 

He just loves you pls 🙏

You’re equally as stoned, running your fingers through his hair and complaining about it tickling 

My man LOVES when you tug or run your fingers through his hair, especially when he’s high 

He’ll literally just ask you to do it 

Diane finds the scene so cute she barely bothers scolding you for smoking, again she’s like 

“If you’re gonna do it, at least do it safely under my roof” 

She will call Elliot up, however, to gush over the to of you 

She’ll try to have him do it quietly though, so you won’t notice 

If you do though, happy stoned Judd will genuinely not care 

Like,, he seems to have smoked most of his anger away 

So he won’t even threaten his parents. Wow 🧐

Anyways, you don’t often do it at his house cause like,,, his parents 

But his car is the designated smoking spot

THATS ANOTHER THING 

He LOVES shotgunning you 

Your first kiss was probably bc he shotgunned you 

He was real smooth about it to; 

“Hey. Have you ever tried shotgunning?”

“No?”

“.. would you like to?” 

He’ll do it when he’s just smoking cigarettes too 

Judd really just wants every opportunity to kiss you, and ngl, seeing you exhale smoke makes him hella turned on 

He kinda has an obsession with your stomach when he’s high??? 

Like,, he’d like to lean his head on it and cackle if it makes noise, but ESPECIALLY he likes to splay his hands over it bc you’re genuinely so small compared to him 

And really soft too 

He’ll unabashedly smell you too, like the smell of your shampoo and perfume and shit makes him all lovestruck 

Stoned showers?? 🤭

Like if he’s in horny mode, he’ll definitely be up for a shower 

Seeing you both wet AND naked 

Yes pls. ✋

But like,, also if it’s at your house and you use your body wash and shampoo on him he’ll go 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Lmfao his family will DEFINITELY comment on it 

Like when he gets home and he smells like strawberry milk and flowers or whatever you use 

He’ll only let you do that when he’s high 

You gotta understand, he has a reputation— 

But, back to my point 

Soft Judd is so straight forward? Will say whatever is on his mind 

But like Judd in general is also really quick to get going, if yk what I mean 

So his soft comments about your smell or how soft you are will turn into something like;

“Sweetheart. D’you wanna sit on my dick for a while or something?” 

Ooooohhh,, soft high Judd has a thing for cockwarming 

I mean, he’s already touchy and sorta horny so you just sitting on him for hours is absolutely perfect 

He’d love watching you wiggle and struggle, red in the face and desperate pleas leaving you as you try to bounce yourself on him 

He would just laugh at your struggles and lightly tell you to stay put, and if you’re really good, he will fuck you later 

He would LOVE to fall asleep with his hard dick inside you 

Just being as close to you as possible 

He’d wake up later tho, not nearly as stoned but is cock still as hard and fuck the living shit out of you 

No okay but soft dom Judd? 😋

He can be stoned without being horny too, but it’s a rare occurance 

You’d smoke in his car and end up on the roof, stargazing 

He claims not to be romantic but when he’s stoned he gets sappy as shit 

“I really fucking love you.” 

He’d mumble into your hair, nuzzling his face into it a little bit 

Aw, you’d melt 

If you return the favor and tell him you love him too he’ll get so embarrassed though 

He’d blush and look away 🥰🥰🥰🤭🤭

I feel like he’s always some level of stoned though 

So he’d have to be really really high for him to be able to open up like that 

Fr it happens only like once every other full moon 

Obviously he does love you, his mom is always on his ass about it telling him to tell you more often lol 

When he comes down he’ll sleep for like days 

Okay maybe that’s exaggerating a bit,, but he’ll be so fast asleep you’ll worry if he died lmfao 

And he’s so groggy when he wakes up too 

If you’re less affected, he’ll definitely expect you to coddle him and bring him food or something 

But if you’re more or the same as him, you’ll just spend the day in his bed 

Taking turns sleeping and fucking 

Idc no matter how tired he is, being in his bed means sex at some point 

Also his mom is an actual life saver and will bring the two of you snacks and food 

(I love Diane ok) 

This, however, is only if you get really fucking stoned 

I feel like usually he would just act like himself, maybe a bit less tense and a lot more handsy 

But yk, the above is for extreme cases were he’s been smoking a lot lol 

Ok I actually need to sleep my eyes are closing by themselves 🧍🏻and I have some sick character development I need to do tomorrow

Tags; @dlfvrr , @bxbyyyjocelyn

[lucarionite9364]

Johnny Cage x reader x Kenshi Takahashi

CW: Smut (18+ content)

Word count: 1527

PART 2

Straight horny ngl

How you ended up in this situation evades you, but god . . . were you glad it happened.

You were gently shoved onto the bed by the Hollywood actor, and pinned down by your wrists. “Eyes on me baby,” he spoke. He takes a free hand and roams your torso freely, squeezing lightly on your breasts. You let out a soft moan as he circles his finger around your clothed nipple. Johnny removes your top and looks awestruck while staring at your half clothed body. “Quit staring at me like that” you say impatiently.

“Let him stare all he likes, I can pick up the slack” says someone behind you as he cups your face in his hands from behind you. You tilt your head back to see Kenshi gazing at you seductively. As you are staring at each other, Johnny takes this moment to pull your bra down and start sucking at your breasts. You let out a surprised groan. Kenshi takes this opportunity to kiss you open-mouthed. As your tongues clash for dominance, you feel a rush of heat go straight to your core.

You move your tongue in circles around in the swordsman’s mouth, occasionally letting out breathy moans. His stubble is scratchy against your face, but you can’t find it in you to care as two handsome men ravish you. The lighter haired man slowly trails kisses down your upper torso toward your naval, sending shivers through your spine. He massaged your hips with his large hands, causing you to buck your hips upward into his head. He smirked, “Someone’s needy tonight.” You tried to wiggle your hips but he held you firmly. “Let me take my time sweetheart,” he lets out a chuckle, “we have all night.” This made you squirm even harder as he then dragged down your pants and panties, revealing your whole body to the two starved men around you.

Kenshi moved his ministrations to your lonely chest and began tweaking and pinching at them. At the same time Johnny drags his strong tongue up and down your clit causing you to writhe in their arms. The taller man leans down into your ear, “Uh uh Uh, no escaping this time,” he breathes out. You can’t control the desperate moan that escapes you. He goes down farther to suck on your neck, surly leaving dark spots by the morning. While Kenshi works on you from above, Johnny makes good use of his big mouth down south. He laps and sucks at your lips and clit like it’s the only thing he’ll ever eat again. He groans while inserting his tongue into your sopping cunt. Grasping onto Kenshi’s arms for support, you feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes. They fall down your face as you look down and see the actor staring up at you with the most fucked out expression on his face. This causes you to go over the edge and squirt all over his face. He happily starts lapping at all the juices and helps you ride out your orgasm before he pulls away.

“Holy shit, Johnny” you can barely speak as your legs are still shaking. “You look so beautiful when you cum on my face, babe.” You feel your face flush as he says that unabashedly. Kenshi wipes your tears from your face as he lets out his words of agreement. Johnny kisses your mound and stomach again as he sits up and straddles your waist. You feel something hard poking your back and see Kenshi looking into your eyes with pure lust on his face. While you're distracted, Cage flips you over onto your stomach. Wobbly, you rise to your hands and knees and are met with Kenshi pulling you in for another sloppy kiss. You hear the sound of clothes rustling as they start to undress themselves, hands or lips never leaving your body for too long.

You start to palm at the darker man’s shirt to help him get it off quicker. Spreading your hands over his pectorals, dragging his garments over his strong, tattooed arms, and off him completely. You’re lost in the feeling of his mouth on your when you feel something long grind up against your ass. You let out a gasp as you turn around just as Johnny spits on his hand and rubs his hard shaft languidly. You move your hips backward to meet his hardened length, but he lands a harsh smack on your ass instead. You yelp out in shock. “Needy little slut, so ready to take my cock aren’t ya?” He degrades. Your pussy throbs at the insult and your breath starts to pick up. Kenshi pulls your face toward him by the chin, “I want you to look at me darling, I wanna see your pretty little face around my cock, sucking me off like the whore you are,” you stare at him as your face flushes deep red, “can you do that for me, baby~?” You desperately cry out yes and nod your head eagerly as he palms his stiffening cock in his hands. “Then be a good girl and stay quiet, we don’t want anyone else finding us now do we?” You feel Johnny’s hands all over your ass as you spread your legs further apart to give him access.

He teases the tip of his shaft against your entrance making you cry out in frustration. “Come on Jo–HNNY UGH!” He gives you no chance to finish your sentence as he shoves his dick into your tight cunt. You barely get to recover from the intrusion as Kenshi pushes your jaw open and thrusts his hips to your lips making you gag around him. The two earthrealm defenders let out groans and sighs of pleasure simultaneously.

Kenshi fucks your mouth hard and fast. Wanting to give him more pleasure, you hollow out your cheeks and suck harder on him, he lets out groans in pleasure at how good your mouth feels. He grips his fist into your hair and tugs hard making you moan out around his dick. Johnny grips onto your hips for dear life as he rams into you as hard as he can. He’s very vocal about his pleasure, spewing out words about how you feel so good and he can’t get enough of your pretty little pussy. His words of nasty praise make you clench around him, making him even louder. Kenshi starts to silently berate Johnny as he’s being too loud. Johnny just looks at him and smiles his signature grin. Being fed up, Kenshi pulls Johnny into a heated kiss, which quickly devolves into sloppily making out. They moan into eachothers mouths as their hands find their way around the other’s bodies.

The pleasure you feel is overwhelming, that damn inside you welling up, about to break. You’re helplessly moaning around Kenshi’s cock and Johnny is plowing you like there’s no tomorrow. The two men finally have released each other’s mouths to give you their full attention. Johnny is panting heavily as he leans down, covering your back, moaning in your ear. “Baby,, hah,, I’m so close. Nghh- I’m gonna c-cum. Baby you’re so pretty, can’t believe I haven’t done you sooner hah.” You squeeze him tighter at his words, crying out around the shaft still going in and out of your throat at lightning pace. Kenshi's eyes are screwed shut and he’s breathing heavily. “Ohhh, Y/N, your mouth is so good. Hah, I’m gonna shoot my cum so far down your throat. You want that? You want my cum in you?” He speaks through gritted teeth, trying desperately not to bust right then and there.

With a little more sucking on your part, you get Kenshi to go first. You feel the hot seed before you taste its salty flavor. He grips your head on both sides and shoves it down till you’re deepthroating him. You can’t breathe but the feeling of his cum sliding down your throat is too good to care about anything else. Johnny brings his hand down to circle and press against your clit once more and that throws you both over the edge. Your mind blanks and you swear you black out for only a moment. Johnny bites down on your neck to keep his sound level in check as he spills inside your heat.

Your juices mix together as he fills you to the brim. He stills inside you as he pushes every last drop into you. Kenshi falls back onto the bed, you and Johnny following suit. You’re squished between them, feeling Johnny slowly pull out of you with an obscene squelching noise. You groan at the feeling and loss of his length. Kenshi pulled you closer into his chest, wrapping his arms around you. He was warm and comforting. You could hear muted grumbling behind you as Johnny complained he wasn’t getting any attention. “Get over here, Cage” you and Kenshi both say at the same time as he pulls you both closer (unintentionally squeezing you into his tiddies :3.)

(I hope you enjoyed🤧 I had fun writing this)

[adaptacy]

It’s the anon with the Yearbook!Reader. Honestly surprised that was pumped out so fast with such quality, I was giggling when I read it ngl. Anyways, I am here to put forth another request for you to choose to do.

Got pretty boy Leland first.

Thinking about Leland and his S/O just relaxing in bed. Soft kisses, nice lil cuddles, some of that fluffy shi. My main point to this was called Leland pretty boy and just like, praising him. Give him all that TLC, babes deserves it.

(Could make it angst/comfort with Leland being insecure about scars he has after the Sawyer family incident, but just praising him for no reason is valid as hell)

It’d be chill if I sent several requests at the same time, yeah? I dont wanna fill up your request box, but I love your writing (Leland especially) and just have so many ideas at times. I also didn’t expect my request to be answered same day, usually takes a while, I’m willing to wait a week or two yknow.

-Kuhuahua

im- i- ik i havent been active on tumblr (ive been rping tcsm on discord <3) but i heard 1 song and it made me think of this request and then i rly wanted to write it SO here we go!

TW: aaaaaaangst with extra angst on the side.

Song recs: When You Gonna Run - Alpha Rev

He never talked about them. You understood why. Honestly, you doubted that he even spoke to his therapist about them. It's been four years. Even now, he still flinches when they're grazed, he whispers out quiet, "Not there, sweetheart," his voice tainted with a somber desperation, genuine hurt. You weren't sure if the pain was physical or emotional. Maybe both.

Four years and he still got teary-eyed if you asked about them, or referenced the incident at all. You'd learned not to, even if you did wish he would open up to you. For the first year that you were dating him you'd just assumed that he would talk about them when he was ready. But then the year came to an end. And so did the second one. And now, at 29 months with him, you'd stopped wishing. Gotten used to the shrugs and the soft sighs, the disdain in his gaze when you inquired about it.

So you didn't bring it up. But you knew he thought about it. Knew he felt it. Not talking about it was easy enough, after a while. But being close with him was hard. Physically close, that is. Every brush of your hand in the wrong spot, or a kiss on the wrong hand, touching your forehead a little to hard against the slit in his eyebrow-

29 months, and you still felt like shit for being unable to remember every single one of his scars. Every single placement- the big ones you could remember. But the small ones spanning the rest of his body, snips of horrors on his arms and the dots of regret on his torso, were impossible to map out.

He sat, watching the movie, next to you, one of his knees bent up to his chest while the other leg hung off of the couch, his chin propped up with one hand, his elbow resting on the cushioned arm of the loveseat, his other arm outstretched next to him, where his hand intertwined with yours.

The ones on his hands weren't bad. There were three on this one, tiny marks that you were surprised hadn't healed. You'd overheard the reason why; the second time you'd joined him at one of his doctor's appointments they'd mentioned him overworking himself, reopening the wounds. You wondered if they still hurt when he worked out.

Without thinking much of it, you scooted closer to him, only a few inches, and you snuck under his arm so that it hung off of your shoulder, though you refrained from leaning against him. He didn't react aside from a small squeeze of your hand. You lifted that hand and pushed a kiss to the back of it, earning his attention.

You didn't meet his eye. You didn't want to see the distant, aching hazel behind the kindness he usually showed. Didn't want to see the microscopic frown that tugged at his lips, you didn't want to see his chest rise and fall with another one of his dejected sighs. You just wanted to kiss him.

So you did, starting at the back of his hand and moving up, your mouth brushing against his arm just under another scar, your eyes closing. This time, it was you who sighed, and you took a gamble, moving your lips up and kissing the coarse patch of skin you'd avoided.

"Baby," he muttered, his voice tainted with the same sadness it held any time he was forced upon a reminder of his past. You didn't reply, nor did you stop, moving up to a different scar, this one closer to his shoulder, repeating the same for this one. A kiss, soft and lingering, before you pulled your head up and finally leaned it against his side.

"I think they're pretty."

There wasn't any reason you'd said it. Just that you'd felt it. And the words came to you, so you gifted them. Leland was quiet for a few minutes. His jaw rested against your temple, both of your heads turned towards the tv, though neither of you were really watching.

Whether he was insecure of them, or if they were still tender, or if they reminded him of the past, or, hell, all of it- they didn't change the way you saw him. Didn't change the way you loved him. You were with him to be with him, every part of him that you could manage to get a hold of. It was okay that he kept some things locked away.

You didn't understand, but you knew why. It was hard. Too difficult for him to remain cheerful when he thought about it. Too difficult to be perfect. Too difficult to feel like he was doing the right thing.

"I know you're hurt."

You couldn't stop yourself.

"I know I'm not ever gonna understand like you do. I know we're always gonna be distant. I know you don't like thinking about it."

But...

"I still love you. It was in the past. And I love you for your past, Lee. And I love you for our future, too. And- I love you right now, in the present."

He stayed quiet, though he leaned against your head a little more, his arm bringing you a bit closer.

"I think they're handsome. And... they're you, so I love them. I love every part of you. Even the scary parts, or the sad parts, or the parts you think are ugly. I love all of you."

At last, you looked up at him, just as he brought a hand to his cheek, wiping away a stray tear. His lip trembled as he looked down at you, but they trembled into a smile, a sad one, like a kicked puppy, but a smile nonetheless. You raised a hand too, cupping his jaw and brushing your thumb under his eye, which pulled a broken chuckle from him, and he sniffled, closing his eyes and shaking his head.

"I'm sorry," you whispered.

"Please, don't be," he replied, his voice cracking as he leaned into your palm, fighting to hold back. You scooted back, and he followed you, laying his head against your shoulder, a soft whine escaping him as he cried.

"I'm always gonna be here. I'm not gonna run. Not gonna leave you for your past. I- I just love you, Leland." Your arms wrapped around his neck as you held him close, resting your chin on his head as he cried, and you gently hushed him, doing your best to reassure.

He didn't often cry. Not to you. Sometimes, on his own time, or when you were pretending to be asleep, you could hear him. But he didn't want to push any of his weight onto you. Didn't want to burden you.

"I can shoulder some of it, y'know. Just cause you can lift a lot of weight doesn't mean you need to do it alone," you hummed, your words lighthearted despite being completely genuine. "I'm right here. I'm here to do it together. Here to be here- here to be yours."

You didn't expect a reply, but he gave one, weak and pained, snagging on his tears, an "I love you," short but sweet. You hugged him closer, leaning down to kiss another scar on the top of his back, and he didn't ask you not to, he didn't flinch, he just let it happen.

"You're perfect, Lee. Scars and all."

[lordkingsmith]

Sending hugs always!

002 for your favorite character please and thank you!

You might be interested to hear that I might be getting a picture with the original pink ranger at comic con.

Hugs always appreciated thank you so much 😊

Oh my gosh! You might meet Amy Jo Johnson? I’ve heard from everyone she’s ever met she’s a complete sweetheart. If you meet her you’ll have a great time. Regardless if you meet her or not I hope you have a great time at the con!

Ahh I have a lot of favorite characters, and they rotate but given you’re possibly gonna meet AJJ, I’ll do a power rangers one :)

Spike Skullovitch from Power Rangers Samurai

How do I feel about this character:

There’s not enough of him! He deserved way more! So if you don’t know this is the son of Eugene “Skull” Skullovitch. In the show he was…I wanna say as old as the rangers so mid to late teens. This retroactively makes his dad from MMPR a teen father. Kind of a doofus and I loved him for it. He just seemed like a really sweet character and it’s a shame we haven’t seen him since. I wanna know how he’s doing guys. Kid’s a pure cinnamon roll in love with the pink ranger. I adore this guy I have fics for this guy and an entire LIST I’m working on of his partners (well ok-I’m working on individual lists for them and he’s on a lot of them but you know, semantics) I ship him with and hypothetical kids. I’m doing this for a bunch of power ranger characters for funsies but yea, lol. Love him, wish we had more of him-did you know he was originally meant to be the gold ranger before they changed the plot of the season? We got robbed

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Ok here we go lol

Lauren Shiba

Jayden Shiba

Mia Watanabe (ranger he’s canonically got a crush on and ngl it’s adorable)

Antonio (I have a test fic in the works about these two, given Antonio is the canon gold)

Kevin

Emily

Prince Olympius

Ziggy Grover

Scott Truman

And several others but list shouldn’t get too long lol

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

I…am gonna be honest. I multiship so everyone listed is simultaneously a platonic and non platonic ship for me for him. I gave up with the OTP stuff a long while ago. But my current favorite? It’s between Lauren and Mia

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character:

1) that he got with Mia canonically. 2) THAT HE WAS GOLD I AM SO MAD ABOUT THAT STILL HE’S WEARING GOLD AND YELLOW AS HIS COLORS HE SHOULDA BEEN GOLD

my OTP:

It’s currently between Mia, Olympius, and Ziggy

My crossover ship:

Technically…any season is it’s own universe so I could say Ziggy but. I’ll choose something not power rangers. Hilariously I used his actor in a descendants rp once, his Disney villain descendant counterpart got with Allie, Alice Liddel’s daughter.

Her. I still have a soft spot for the pairing ngl

A headcanon fact:

This is…an odd one but my friend @augment-techs and I came up with the idea he’s a putty hybrid. Rita Repulsa decided to do human experimentation and chose Skull to kidnap and do the experiments on. Through her meddling he…gives birth to a human-putty hybrid and names it Spike and that’s how his son is born! Very VERY not canon but it’s been fun playing with.

A more mundane “for every version of this character” fact is: he hates chewing gum and sweet things in general. Is not a sweet tooth. This is not going to happen. Prefers savory things over sweet things. Sugar makes him gag. He’ll eat it if someone gives him something sweet because he doesn’t want them to feel bad but..no he’s not a fan.

-

Thank you so much for the ask and again I hope the con is fun!!

[marilynmon]

NSFW!! Cream pie (Taylor/reader)

don't judge me for this one pls, I also posted it on AO3(it's been a while ngl).

Summary: Reader works at a bakery on the main mall of Papa's City, the shop is quite busy everyday, but luckily for her, Cecilia is always around to help her with baking and serve customers.

However…

main warnings: terrible pun at the end, AFAB reader, she/her pronouns for reader, Taylor being absolutely a sweetheart, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, creampie(obv), public sex, no detailed info about reader's appearance, Reader's POV(first person), porn without plot.

825 words, sorry.

It wasn't that busy today, it was a bit weird but whatever, right? I tried to figure out how I ended up bent over the counter, a rather compromising position considering that my vision was now on the glass entrance of the shop, how embarrassing and unprofessional…

Even so, a small whimper left my lips as I felt his hand smacking my ass, fuck.

─ You should be a bit more resistant while at work [Name]. ─ he teased and I felt his hands move lower towards my covered pussy.

─ May I remind you who started flirting? ─ I replied with a mocking tone.

─ Oh yeah, my fault, sorry for distracting you sweetheart. ─ Taylor lowered down my panties until they pooled around my ankles, along with my pants.

Honestly, what am I going to do with this man?

My legs trembled slightly, but I held onto the counter for dear life, his fingers teasing my wet folds caught me a bit off guard, damn, damn him and his long fingers.

Soft gasps soon fell from my mouth as he pumped his fingers into my core.

─ Didn't think you would be this needy, you're so wet. ─ he whispered to me and I closed my eyes at the feeling of him stretching me. Where is my self control in this kind of situation?

─ S-Shut up… ─ I heard him chuckle and pull his fingers out of me.

─ ‘Think you can take me?

─ One way to find out, Taylor. ─ I glanced over my shoulder to see him, he was lowering down his jeans and underwear, dear lord.

His cock was big, at least a few inches over average, wasn't too thick and the tip had a dark reddish color, blending perfectly with his dark complexion. He teased my clit and entrance with his tip, coating it with my slick.

I gripped on the edge of the counter in anticipation, taking a deep breath to calm down myself.

He finally decided to stop teasing me, I let out a gasp when he penetrated me, his cock stretching me more than his fingers did, I hid my head on my arms, it hurt a bit, nothing too extreme. Yet, he soothes me with soft caresses on my back, whispering sweet things in my ear.

How can someone be a fucking sweetheart in such moments like this?

─ You can move now… ─ once he heard it, he started moving at a slow, sensual pace, thrusting into me with all the love in the world.

He moaned and whimpered, this man is going to be the death of me, his noises made me clench around him. My moans were muffled by my arms, the way he was hitting all the right spots made me crave for more.

Good thing, Cecilia didn't show up today for work.

I felt his hand move towards my hips, sliding underneath my uniform and stopping at my tummy, I shivered at the kind touch.

─ You look so beautiful in this position. ─ he whispered, his body flushed so closely against mine.

Fuck me, literally.

A small yelp came from my lips when I heard the phone ringing, what a bad time to order a pie. I reluctantly picked up the call, bringing it close to my ears.

─ P-Papa's Bakeria, how can I help you? ─ I really hoped that the client couldn't hear the sound of skin slapping and the filthy noises coming from Taylor's lips.

─ Good afternoon, I'd like to have a banana pie, with whipped cream and confetti, please. ─ it was Akari's voice from the other side of the line. I wrote it down on my notes, the writing was a bit readable, considering I was trembling with a bit of fear and excitement.

─ Whipped cream and confetti…Got it! ─ I had to hold back a loud moan as I felt his tip hit my cervix.

I quickly ended the call and placed the phone down, I glanced at Taylor and he was panting, picking up the pace of his thrusts.

─ Sorry about that…You feel so good around me. ─ he apologized and brought my body closer to his, my back was now against his chest.

─ Aah…Taylor. ─ my breath hitched at this new position, his movements never ceased and he continued to hit my cervix, fuck I'm going to cum soon.

─ What? Are you going to cum, sweetheart? ─ he asked, knowing damn well the answer.

I nodded, not even bothering to form words, only letting out loud moans.

My legs trembled and my body felt like it was burning when I came on his cock, breathing heavily, my clothes felt way too suffocating.

It didn't take long for him to cum as well, he groaned when my walls fluttered around him.

I felt his sticky cum filling me, oozing some out of me and dripping down on my inner thighs.

─ There you go, a nice “cream pie”. ─ he joked breathlessly and I let out an amused chuckle.

─ That pun was awful.

Yep, Taylor from Papa's Louis... HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE PLS 😭

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Omg are you a SAINT??? I’m the one who requested the Theo x ftm Parkinson Reader and it was incredible!!! I love Yanderes ngl because I have….issues…..anyways please bring me a part 2 （╹◡╹）

uh. super dark themes in here? i’m really sorry?

requests open

CLAIRVOYANCE AND TASSEOGRAPHY (Chapter Two of Pansy’s Brother) — yandere! psycho! theodore nott x ftm! sweetheart! parkinson! reader

WARNINGS: abduction/kidnapping, stalking, possessive/obsessive behavior, intense unwarranted jealousy

hey! if you like someone, please don’t stalk and kidnap them! that’s decidedly uncool!

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“You going back to your dorm?”

“Nah,” you shake your head. “I need to finish my homework for Trelawney. Going to the library.”

Enzo snickers. “Good luck. ~Clear your mind~,” his voice took on a sing-song quality as he imitated your professor, laughing when you smacked his arm and told him to be nice.

“I like Divination,” you whine. “Trelawney’s nice!”

“Yeah, sure…” he teases, knocking his shoulder against yours. You roll your eyes and wave goodbye to him, heading to the library while he turns to go back down to the dungeons.

The hallways are mostly empty, although a few straggling kids make their way through the castle, but a multitude of others must’ve had the same idea as you, because the library is completely full.

You weave your way between a pack of first year Hufflepuffs and a group of zonked-out Gryffindors, dropping your bag down onto the only free table to claim your spot.

Madam Pince, always one beat ahead of everyone else, emerges from the maze of bookshelves, holding a simple wood box out for you.

“Y/N, dear. I believe you’re in need of this?” She said wisely with a small smile on her otherwise stern face.

Madam Pince had always quite liked you. You were quiet (unlike your sister and her friends), you always thanked her whenever she helped you (even if it was just bringing you another cup of tea and an interesting book on the Muggle constitutional monarchy), and you once marched down to the library just to give her an entire plate of cookies because I made too many, really Madam, and besides, you deserve a bit of thanks for all the hard work you do.

(She’d later asked the house elves. They informed her that you’d only baked one batch of cookies. She’s had a soft spot for you ever since.)

You thanked her gratefully, taking the wood box and opening it. Inside was one of the library’s loaner crystal balls. A bit scuffed up, but it did the job.

Sitting down at your table, you got to work writing your Divination essay. You weren’t particularly adept at clairvoyance, but as long as you tried (or at least pretended to), Trelawney would leave you alone.

The library grew quiet as groups began intermittently leaving, rubbing tired eyes and yawning as they stumbled their way down the hall. Madam Pince came by with two mugs of tea and and an order to take a break, dear, have a cuppa with me.

You laid down your quill, taking your offered mug with grateful thanks and a tired smile. She pulled a chair up next to you, sipping her own mug.

“I’ve closed the library up for tonight, but you’re welcome to stay for as long as you need. I know, I know. As an educator, I’m not supposed to have favorites but…” she gave you a conspiratorial wink. “Anyway, the only people left in here are Miss Granger, you, and I. Lovely girl, that Granger. But remember, you need to sleep at some point, dear.”

You laughed and nodded, draining the rest of your tea and swirling the leaves around. “I know. I just need to finish this essay.”

Madam Pince gave you a pointed look, glancing down at the three sentences you had written on your otherwise blank twelve inches of parchment and then back up at you.

“Divination is a difficult subject,” she advised. “Take notes, and write your essay later. Although you seem to be doing quite well with tasseography.” She nodded towards your empty mug which you were still swirling around, just as something to do with your hands.

You laugh, finally stopping the cup and peering in. “Oh no, I’m terrible at reading tea leaves. This looks like a… an axe, I think? And… ooh, this looks like a shark. Or maybe a goldfish.”

She snickered, patting your shoulder and standing up, smiling at you before returning to her seemingly endless task of reshelving books.

You spun the cup around once more, finding only a wonky heart and a vaguely knife-shaped bit. The rim of your tea mug held only a weird looking dog.

You brushed off the silly reading and resumed your homework, tapping the crystal ball with your fingernail in frustration.

There wasn’t anything in there.

You sighed in annoyance, setting down your quill with a clack and rubbing the heel of your hands over your eyes. It was starting to get late, and you weren’t getting anywhere. Might as well call it a bust and go back to your dorm.

You huffed out a short breath as you screwed on the lid of your inkwell, stuffing your quill and parchment in your bag with little care.

Turning back to put the crystal ball back in its box, you froze when you saw something.

You narrowed your eyes, leaning closer to get a better look.

Nope.

Nothing.

You sighed again, shaking your head. You could’ve sworn you’d seen something move. But alas, it was still just the same stupid upside-down reflection of the bookshelves in front of you.

You picked up the ball, nestling the stand back inside the satin interior of the box. As you moved the set the sphere down as well, you saw it again.

Movement.

Now you knew you weren’t crazy.

It was a little hard to tell, as whatever was on the other side of the ball would reflect back inverted, but you swore it looked like a person.

You squinted, shifting a bit. The indistinct figure vanished.

You looked up from the ball tentatively, a bit afraid of what might be ahead of you.

Nothing.

“Hermione?” You called softly. Your voice carried in the empty library.

“Upstairs!” Hermione’s distinct voice called back. You glanced up at the small second floor loft, catching a glimpse of bushy hair.

A hand suddenly came down on your shoulder with a vice-like grip.

You startled, a yelp halfway on your lips when another hand covered your mouth. The mystery person leaned down behind you to whisper in your ear.

“Easy. You’re okay.”

You were frozen with fear, the ball slipping out of your hands and falling onto the (thankfully) carpeted floor, where it rolled to a stop some feet away.

“Not a word.” The stranger’s voice hissed, their grip tightening over your mouth, their short nails digging into your skin.

They yanked you out of your chair from behind, leaving all of your things scattered across your desk. The stranger moved their hand from your shoulder to your opposite elbow, their arm across your torso and keeping you from moving as they dragged you down the row. They made a beeline for the library doors, your weak attempts to fight them off not hindering them in the slightest.

As the stranger fumbled to open the door with both of their hands occupied, a familiar voice called out.

“Are you finally leaving, Y/N, dear?” Madam Pince’s called from just around the corner, half-hidden behind a bookshelf.

The stranger’s grip on you tightened even further, to an almost painful degree.

“Answer her.” They hissed again, digging their nails into your cheeks again before slowly moving their hand down to uncover your mouth.

You trembled with fear. “U-uh, yeah. Got some wonderfully mediocre notes down, and I’m exhausted.”

Her laugh drifted through the library. “Alright then, Y/N. Oh! And if Professor Trelawney actually does assign any tasseography homework, you know where to find me.”

“Yeah, of course. We can share a cuppa chamomile together.”

“Sounds lovely, dear. Sleep well.”

The rather sweet moment was ruined as the stranger’s hand returned over your mouth and you were bodily dragged out of the library.

~~~

Irma Pince was many things, but she was not stupid.

Once hated by the students of Hogwarts, now one of the most beloved staff members, she was an integral part of the school. Since allowing for more freedom in the library—which now drew more regulars and first years who were no longer afraid of her—plus with the addition of befriending some of the more polite students, she no longer was the sour, unpleasant woman she’d once been.

She was knowledgeable in virtually every subject—she knew who needed to return what books by when, who the Muggle prime minister in 1857 was, what dittany is, and how fireworks worked, they’re really quite simple, Mr. and Mr. Weasley. Point being, she knew just about everything about anything.

She also knew for a fact that Y/N Parkinson hated chamomile tea.

[live-love-laugh-lesbian]

hii!! me again and damnnn you have taste!! and true crime>>>>>

also i almost died when i realised you watch hazbin hotel this is literally fate idc im so obsessed w it rn!! its probably the only one i know a lot of stuff about askdifkejskfr so this ask will probably be focused on that akskrjens

so!!! who's your favourite character(s) x and your favourite ep (if you have one) fav dynamics?

aksjrkwd sorry abt my limited knowledge abt everything else haha!

have an awesome day!!!

-swiftie spring anon exchange

:D :D :D We have similarities!!

Okay so my favourite character is a complicated question...see, I have a soft spot for Lute and Velvet (because my type in fictional women is evil, basically), and I would consider Velvet one of my faves based on how cool she seems so far (cool and evil). But Angel Dust's character has been expanded on so much it's hard not to adore him, you know? And I love Vaggie and Charlie, courtesy of their dynamic. Charlie's so :D and Vaggie's so >:( and it's great, I love it. I also didn't expect to enjoy Sir Pentious so much?? He's a dork and a sweetheart and he's great.

(Ship wise I still ship Vox and Alastor. I can't help it, there's just so many scenarios that would be cool with those two. But I've found I'm pretty fond of most ships that have come about from this show, which is interesting to me.)

I think my favourite episodes are...actually idk. I tend to go based on the songs that stand out XD But episodes 4, 5, 6 and 8 (so only half the episodes...) were especially good to me. And Hell's Greatest Dad, You Didn't Know, Poison and Respectless...ahh I loved them so much. Respectless was what sold me on Velvet. I was like, yes, she's perfect, she's great. I love an evil respectless woman.

I look forwards to seeing where they go with season 2. I'm hoping the Vee's become bigger villains, but also I want to see Lute have a bigger villain role. But also I want to see what's going on with Lilith and Alastor?? And also I feel sad for Sir Pentious being seperated from the others so I want him to see them again :( I really hope we get more than 8 episodes too ngl XD

As I write this, my girlfriend is taunting me with her fanfiction in which she's about to kill off a character >:( She tells me it'll be ok in the end but she's written very sad endings before and is an evil evil writer (affectionate) so do I believe her? ...a little, but not fully. XD

And you don't need to apologise!! I look forwards to hearing from you again!

[a-la-rascasse]

Happy birthday CHRIS AMON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (20/07/1943 - ∞) ⚡

Christopher Arthur Amon was born in Bulls, New Zealand, in a family of wealthy sheep-owners and he was their only child. Growing up on the family farm, he learned to drive at a young age: with the help of a farm worker, at only six years old, he learned to drive the tractor. After finishing his school years, at 17 years old, Chris' fascination with speed manifested itself: first he got his flight license and later he persuaded his father to purchase his first ever car, an Austin A40 special and took part in small local races and hillclimb competitions (and used to practise a lot on the family farm). With his family's support, he later bought a Cooper and then a Maserati 250F; but his talent started shining when he started driving the Cooper-Climax T51 (the same that Bruce McLaren used to win his first ever grand prix). The talented young Kiwi caught the attention of the English driver Reg Parnell, that asked him to join his team back in England, and subsequently a chance to enter in the world of Formula 1

Following a series of tests for the team Parnell, Chris made his debut at the Monaco GP in 1963, but luck didn't seem to be on his side (not even at his debut race ffs): his teammate's car, the French Maurice Trintignat, developed a misfire, so he had to take Chris' car. He stayed with the Parnell team until Reg's sudden passing. In 1965 Chris found himself without a seat so, fellow Kiwi Bruce McLaren, managed to get him to join Ford with him as a test driver, a very important step in his career. In that same period of time, he sporadically raced for different teams, but always as a replacement. But in 1966, he would go on and score his biggest achivement of his career: partnered up with Bruce, at the wheel of a Ford GT40, the two Kiwis won the prestigious 24 hours of Le Mans.

His recent success, put Chris under the spotlight and of course it attracted a lot of offers, but the one that appealed the most the young driver, was the one he got from Enzo Ferrari to drive for the Scuderia. As a Ferrari driver he really managed to show his driving skills, gaining a lot of podiums, but never managing to score a win: he often got let down by his machinery or suffered accidents, and not only in Formula 1, but many other competitions (12 hours of Sebring, 1000km of Monza or Nurbirgring); but in 1969 Chris won the Tasman Series driving for the Scuderia Veloce. After his stay with the Italian team, Chris made what was to be the first of several moves to smaller and newer teams like March, then the French Matra, the Italian Tecno and even tried to create his own team in 1974, the Chris Amon Racing, but unfortunately the car wasn't competitive enough, and later decided to abandon the project. His last F1 race would be the infamous '76 German GP, driving for Ensign: he retired from the race after he stopped to rescue Niki Lauda from his burning Ferrari, he later stated that he saw way too many drivers die in similar conditions and that he wanted to act. After rescuing the Austrian driver, Chris refused to restart the race, Morris Nunn, the team boss, decided to fire him for that, giving Chris a good reason to retire from F1, and go back to New Zealand.

In 1977, after being persuaded by Walter Wolf, he briefly took part in the Can-Am series, but later left his seat for the young and promising French-Canadian driver, Gilles Villeneuve.

After retiring he went back to New Zealand and for a long time dedicated himself in running the family farm, and later in the 80s he would appear test-driving cars in a TV programme called Motor-show. In 2016, Chris would pass away of cancer, at the age of 73.

Despite Gilles being 'discovered' by James Hunt, it was Chris that pushed Ferrari to sign the young driver, after witnessing his talent during the Can-Am series, stating that "No problem, take my word for it…this is your man".

About his 'bad' luck, Chris often stated, on several occasions, that he competed for a decade and a half in Formula 1 and survived some serious accidents, whilst others, including many friends, suffered serious injuries and death, so he actually never considered himself unlucky.

Despite not having won an official F1 race/World championship, he scored 11 podiums and he's regarded as one of the best drivers to have graced the sport, underlining once again that talent is what makes the difference.

[peakyblindersxx]

now i cant stop thinking about breeding kink w Tommy since yesterday, ive never expected to like it so much but now all i think about is like a reader that wants to have a baby but Tommy's like "not now, its not the right time"etc but one day when he sees esme pregnant and john happy or something like that he decides to change his mind and get his wife pregnant too lmao i mean if youd want to write that then id die happily but if not its fine omg

a/n: soo, i made this fic tommy x wife!reader (cause i’m a sucker for tommy being soft for you & only you. can you blame me) and i fucking loved writing it, especially since i’m rewatching and s1 tommy has me all the way absolutely fucked up (not even gonna talk about john cause i’ll probably die). ngl there’s not much plot but it’s still cute imo, hope you like it!!

love, abi xxx

give you what you need - tommy shelby x wife!reader

warnings: nsfw! smut, breeding kink, daddy kink, just a whole lot of filth but i mean it’s tommy what can i say

Esme was waddling. Her stomach protruded from her body so far she could barely even get her arms around her stomach anymore. “Just what we need, another fuckin’ kid,” John had griped, but you could see his ocean blue eyes sparkling with adoration every time she shuffled into the room. In all truthfulness, you were a bit jealous. You’d broached the subject of children with Tommy before, but it was always met with resistance. You understood where he was coming from; he didn’t want to expose them to the life you were living. Yet, beneath it all, you knew what a good father he’d make. You saw through to his tenderness: the gentleness in his voice when he cared for a sick horse; the fierceness with which he protected Finn. Tommy didn’t like to admit it, but he was kind to those who were vulnerable.

Yet, something had changed in the way that Tommy was looking at you, crystal clear blue eyes fixed on your figure. You liked it when he looked at you, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Was it so wrong to crave someone’s attention like this? You wouldn’t know, unable to control yourself when it came to him. It was ridiculous, how he could rile you up with just a look. Was he really thinking about you underneath him? Right here, in the middle of John’s living room?

“Wanna get out of here, sweetheart?” Tommy leaned close to you, mouth hovering next to your ear. You could smell the whiskey on his breath, mingling with yours. That combined with the smell of his cologne was sending you into a tizzy, the gin and tonics you’d consumed adding to the problem. 

“What’s wrong, Tom?” You questioned, eyes looking up at him. He chuckled.

“Nothing's wrong, darlin’. Just been out all day, yeah? S’gettin late,” Tommy drawled, lips brushing against the skin of your neck. His eyes said everything his mouth didn’t. 

“Alright,” you relented with a soft smile, letting him tug you towards the door, giving a hurried goodbye to his other brothers. People stared, but didn’t dare say anything. Who would?

Tommy had the two of you home in less than ten minutes. His hands were gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He didn’t need to say anything; you knew what was on his mind from the way he had pressed you against the car, nipping lightly at your neck before he opened your door for you with a devilish smirk. God, he made your head spin. It wasn’t long before he had his hands on you again, broad shoulders flexing as he carried you up the stairs, grinning cheekily at your laughter before closing the bedroom door behind you and immediately boxing you in against it, his calloused hands slipping under your flimsy peach dress. You whimpered, earning a chuckle from him as his lips grazed your collarbone, breath hot against your skin. 

“Couldn’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you being as pregnant as Esme was,” Tommy groaned, hiking up your dress as he took the chance to press his cock against your core, hard and thick through his dress pants. “How fuckin’ angelic you’d look, belly full with my child.” 

You couldn’t help your reaction to the words spilling out of his mouth, hips bucking slightly against him as you reached down to free his cock from its confines, savoring its heaviness in your hand as you guided him towards your already wet heat. Was it wrong to want this as badly as you did?

“Want you to fill me up, Daddy,” you moaned, the fond nickname having the effect you wanted as Tommy practically growled, making quick work of the peach number, revealing the white lace lingerie set you wore underneath. He couldn’t help but stop and stare, in an attempt to memorize just how gorgeous you looked, begging for him, of all people. “Want you to put a baby in me.”

Tommy snapped. In an instant, you were on the bed, legs flung over his shoulders as he pressed himself into you, your dripping core stretching at the girth of him. You couldn’t help the obscene mewl you let out, Tommy reveling in your desperate state. He quickly picked up the pace, cock bumping up against your cervix in a depravedly sweet sense of fullness. 

“This what you wanted, sweetheart? Don’t worry, darlin’, Daddy’s gonna take care of you. Give you just what you need, aye?” He crooned, tone deceivingly sweet for the filth that was pouring out of his perfectly shaped lips. His thrusts grew faster, sending your eyes rolling into the back of your head as whimpers poured out of your mouth. Tommy savored each one, taking pleasure in the way you were writhing so beautifully underneath him, toes curling when you came. He couldn’t help but capture your lips with his, reveling in the way you moaned into his mouth when he fucked himself into you. You were a fucking vision, and you were his. He was going to make sure everyone knew it. 

“Tommy, please…” You were so far gone, you couldn’t finish your sentence. Tommy had already fucked you through four orgasms, pace relentless, and he wasn’t letting up. You almost thought he enjoyed seeing you like this: needy, touch starved for him and only him.

“Please what, angel?” Tommy murmured into your ear, groaning at the feeling of your walls clenching around him as he brushed against your g-spot. 

“N-need you to come in me, Daddy,” you managed to get out, vision hazy as you felt your fifth orgasm approaching. 

“Poor baby, want me to fill you up ‘till you’re leakin’, don’t you?” Tommy’s eyes were dark as he watched you nod and squirm, filling you to the hilt as your nails scratched at his biceps. His words themselves almost made you cum again, pussy squeezing around his throbbing cock. Tommy’s mouth met yours in a bruising kiss as he fucked you as hard as humanly possible, sending stars across your vision. He chased your orgasm with his, leaving the insides of your thighs sticky. He couldn’t help but admire his work, a blush spreading across your cheeks as he took his time in drinking you in. 

“Fuckin’ beautiful when you come,” he drawled, reaching for a rag to clean you with. Before he could lift you up and carry you to the bath, you stopped him. 

“Doctor says I should lay on my back for twenty minutes. Helps the chances of the baby forming, or something.”

Tommy wasted no time in closing the space between the two of you once more. “I swear, you’re from heaven.”

[sleepysnk]

alright y'all i finally got some headcanons after showering. I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THESE. i kinda liked the idea, so lmk if you guys would like a part 2! :)

Pool Day Headcanons

Characters: Eren, Jean, Reiner, and Colt

Warnings: slight suggestive?

Eren Jaeger:

- ok so you already know it was Eren's idea to go swimming at the waterpark. there was a giant heatwave coming, so he figured it'd be a perfect date for the two of you.

- LET ME JUST SAY.. EREN IS A COMPLETE ASSHOLE AT THE WATERPARK.

- not in a bad way ofc, but he'd be a dick to the kids, or he'd do some petty stuff 😭. he'd run when a lifeguard would yell at him, or push a little kid to get to the water slide. you'd just stand there embarrassed while a parent cusses him out.

- Eren would force you to go into the water, even if you protested that you didn't want to. he'd drag you off the chair and force you in.

- "babe! come on! it's a waterpark, don't just sit there all day,"

- Eren would splash water in your face or force you on the tube slides with him, he'd purposely make it go fast so you'll fly off at the end.

- he would probably push you off the diving board because you took too long, he's just impatient like that.

- Eren would get tan as fuck. he'd be so golden after you both leave, you never have to worry about sunscreen with him.

- not gonna lie, Eren would love seeing you in your swimsuit. he'd kind of be more protective of you, especially if other guys stared at you. he'd probably put his arm around you.

- he'd put you on his back to go to the deep end, and probably scare you acting like he was going to throw you off.

- lifeguards would yell at him for almost making you drown.

- probably got kicked out once because of it too.

- his hair would be so messy, since we're talking about manbun Eren, he'd have to re-tie his bun a few times. sometimes you'd pull on it, and he'd have to re-do it.

- Eren would probably get a hard-on seeing the water droplets going down your body, and he'd press it against you while be in the water leaving you with a huge blush.

- this would be a really fun date, definitely a 10/10.

Jean Kirstein:

- this would probably be Jean's idea to go to a waterpark. he's really fun in that way, and plus he gets to see you in a swimsuit, so it would be perfect ;).

- Jean would absolutely LOVE the water slides, he'd be the type to wait in long ass lines just to ride it, even if you complained.

- "be patient babe! it's gonna be so worth it in the end,"

- like Eren, Jean would kind of be an ass to people at the waterpark. he'd steal a tube a little kid was going for, and run away laughing his ass off while the kid cried. he'd be a dick like that i'm sorry 😭. the parent would probably roll their eyes at you both as you word a "sorry" to them.

- Jean would probably sneak food into the waterpark, even if it isn't allowed, he still somehow finds a way for snacks to be snuck in. HE'S SNEAKY LIKE THAT.

- his dumbass would get water up his nose every 30 seconds and have a huge coughing fit.

- accidentally swallowed pool water 😀.

- he'd be the type to slowly inch you into the water, and hold your waist 🥰.

- Jean would take you on his back around the deep end making sure you're safe and secure, so he doesn't drop you, sometimes he'll hold you in the front with your legs around his waist.

- Jean would get tan, you wouldn't have to worry about him getting burned. plus his tan would be hot as fuck.

- knowing this guy, seeing you in your swimsuit made his jaw drop to the floor. he loved the way your body glowed in it, and it made a huge blush go across his face. he couldn't keep his eyes off of you 🥺.

- SO PROTECTIVE. if a guy even looked in your direction, Jean would instantly put his arm around you or even kiss you in front of the dude staring at you. he didn't want any guy thinking they had a chance with you, it's honestly super adorable.

- you'd come back to your spot during the break and feel his print when you sat down on his lap 😳😳. boy was it a surprise for you.

- his hair would be all messy and water would be going down his face, ngl it's really hot to you 😏.

- pls doing this with Jean would be so worth it and fun.

Reiner Braun

- not gonna lie, this was probably a date you two both came up with while trying to figure out your weekend plans. it was going to be a real hot one, so you figured why not? a waterpark sounded fun.

- Reiner would probably not be a huge fan of water slides, but you forced him to go on one and he wanted to do them all.

- "baby we're going on that one next, i don't care about the line,"

- he wouldn't be an ass to anyone at the waterpark, but he would definitely roll his eyes at the annoying teenagers that won't shut up. you both were waiting in a line and they kept complaining, and Reiner literally wanted to backhand them.

- Reiner in swim trunks 🥵 oh boy.. my imagination is running wild. it is definitely the sight to see.

- he uses his charm to get free snacks 😭😭, girls cannot resist this man and his body.

- Reiner would probably tan with you for a bit, he'd for sure wait by your side holding your hand or waiting on his phone for you to finish. my man has patience when it comes to you.

- he'd probably jump in with you and laugh as people would be annoyed with you two splashing them with water.

- Reiner would probably try to do some weird trick in the water and bump his head on the bottom of the pool floor. he'd come back rubbing his head and shaking his head.

- like a dumbass, he'd get water up his damn nose and cough for like 30 seconds.

- Reiner would slightly tan but also burn? if that makes sense.

- he is 100x more protective of you at waterparks, many guys would stare at you and my man would put his hand straight onto your ass or your waist.

- he loves your swimsuit, he thinks you look absolutely stunning and just breath taking.

- Reiner would lowkey hold you in the pool with your legs around his waist leaving small neck kisses. this man has had a boner all day, he probably would take you home after and see your fresh tan lines 😳.

- THIS WOULD BE SO FUN. please take this man to a waterpark gn.

Colt Grice:

- this was definitely a date idea that you had since Colt doesn't really think about waterparks that much lmao. plus with the heatwave coming, you figured why not?

- COLT IS LIKE A LITTLE KID WHEN IT COMES TO THESE THINGS.

- he got forced to take Falco.

- Colt would do absolutely everything the place has to offer, whether it be going down the water slides or going onto the diving board. HE WANTS TO DO ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING. let this man have fun, ok?

- he's definitely respectful and wouldn't do anything that would get him kicked out, this soft baby is just too sweet for that.

- Colt would probably enjoy the lazy river with you, he loves the relaxation, and just being by your side would make him feel so calm and soft. he would hold your hand as you floated down on it, IT WOULD BE SO SO CUTE. you can't change my mind.

- he'd splash water in your face and get pool water in his mouth, he'd be coughing so much.

- ok this is something i thought of just now, but he would so buy goggles to go underwater and kiss you. he loves to see your smiling face under the water, IT JUST MAKES HIS HEART SWELL AND FEEL SO SOFT 🥺.

- he'd take you on his back and to the deep end while you place your head on his shoulder, he'd probably joke around and act like he's gonna drop you. it'd be kinda funny.

- "you want me to drop you? okay!"

- Colt would be so protective of you, knowing many prying eyes would be on you, it made him a little insecure:((, but he did his best to show those people you were his. you also assured him that nobody else would ever replace him, you probably kissed him a few times in front of those guys.

- Colt would burn jfc you needed so much sunscreen.

- he'd absolutely love your swimsuit, he thinks you look like something from heaven 🥺. he would call you every name in the book, he's just a sweetheart like that.

- he'd peck your lips a few times and say sweet words to you <3333.

- PLS THESE ARE SO CUTE IM SOBBING.