#smut on its way

[yuwuta]

olympics coming up…… athlete aus on the mind….. satoru as a swimmer….. unreasonably large wingspan…. huge hands..... thinks “official” competitions and tournaments are boring because he can’t use the goofy purple googly eyes goggles he likes to practice in…… practices at ungodly hours solely because he likes when the pool is empty because that means you’ll dip your feet in at the edge and be there to greet him with a kiss when he’s finished his laps….. they bring up the stats board and it’s just his name ten times before the next fastest person and he could still lap them, and even tho he’ll always put so much pressure on himself to be the best, it’s worth it to have you hold his face and tell him you’re proud of him... he’s gotten so much merch from events and sponsorships and he used to think they just created clutter but that all changes when you start to wear his clothes (esp the ones with his name on it… he’s not proud to admit that does Something to him)…. always looks up to the stands when he finishes a race and if he knows you’re not there, he looks right at the camera, draws an infinity sign with his fingers, and blows a kiss (which, some commentators routinely call “unsportsmanlike conduct” but he doesn’t care, and always, publicly says he’ll pay the fees if it means blowing a kiss to his girl at home)

[choccy-milky]

more dom clora and needy seb 😇

🔞🔞!!NSFW!!🔞🔞

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[obsob]

making and weaving and loving! like we have done for millennia!!

[hungharrington]

ok this is filth adjacent but would u ever write a lil blurb or fic about Steve with a gf whose super insecure about her stretch marks and body? And May be she doesn't want to disappoint Steve bc his exes seem prettier

would i ever! i love these type of requests i love ppl getting a little bit of respite and comfort through fic esp in smut! i hope this makes u feel even a little bit hotter babe <3 1.6k, afab!reader, and just filth adjacent sry! MDNI this entire blog is 18+

Steve's mouth is on your neck, his tongue hot where it teases against your skin, and his hands are searching your body with a lustful fervor.

Your head tips back. It's so easy to let him in, let him slide his body closer to yours, to get more of whatever he's giving. The hot press of his mouth on your neck feels damn good enough to make your blood sing—and heat travel between your thighs, wetness beginning to pool.

You want to rub your thighs together, if only for a little relief. Steve's toned thigh between them prevents it. You scrunch his polo between your hands instead, trying to wrestle the courage to slip your hands beneath it.

You're lying back on his bed, propped up lightly by the pile of pillows the two of you had stacked when the evening had begun. The television at the end of the bed runs a film idly in the background, completely unnoticed by this point.

"How we doin'?" Steve's voice rumbles out, barely parting his lips from your skin before he's swooping back in to nip at it again. The bastard.

Your hands flex again, finally mustering the nerve to dive beneath the fabric of his shirt. Steve's warm. You feel the muscles of his tummy shudder as you skim your fingers across it, a pleasurable shiver running down your spine at the trail of hair you can feel leading into his pants. Steve's breath hitches, close to your ear.

He nudges your jaw with his nose lovingly, planting another row of sloppy, wet kisses down the expanse of your neck.

"Hmm," He hums, questioningly. "Still doing good?"

You realise you hadn't exactly answered him and something glows in your chest at his insistent checks. Extremely reluctantly, you manage to drag your hands away from his torso, shifting them up to subtly nudge his face out the curve of your neck.

Steve's eyes dart up to your face as he pulls himself back, his expression turning dopey the moment your hands cup his jaw. His cheeks are flushed ruby and his hair has been mussed in all his steamy motions. He looks fucking delicious.

You kiss him — surging up to connect your mouths, warmth exploding in your chest and trickling down, down when Steve responds with a revere hunger. His plush lips scrape against yours filthily, his tongue always so perfectly teasing. You're gasping for air when you pull away.

"So good," You say breathily, finally answering the question.

Steve takes a moment longer to register what you've said—but that dopey look crosses his face the moment he does.

He plants his hands on the bed and shifts his weight back, sitting back on his heels. His thigh is still situated right between yours and you have to shove down the lustful urge to grind against it, lazy pleasure still pooling low in your gut. Though you're pretty sure Steve wouldn't oppose the idea.

Chest heaving lightly, you watch as Steve reaches for the edges of his polo and tugs upwards. It comes off in one smooth motion and you're rewarded with a fine sight. You're pretty sure your mouth actually waters in response. Tan chest, scattered moles, the smattering of hair. Oh god, you want to lick him.

Something in your face must give away your train of thought because Steve laughs. He leans back down, one hand moving to your waist, and nuzzles his nose against yours. He steals a kiss from your lips.

"See somethin' you like?" He says, the smirk evident in his tone. You feel like you might vibrate out of your skin.

"Shut up," You aim for fiesty and fall far, far short. You sound on the verge of a whine when you say, "You know I do."

Steve grins wider. His hand on your waist tucks under your shirt seamlessly, his thumb drawing maddening circles into the skin. Your breath catches, even as your arousal hikes.

"What about you?" He whispers the question between his kisses as he mouths along your jaw again, finding that same damn spot on your neck again. It'll be violet coloured by the morning. "Do I get to see something I'll like?"

He's asking permission. It takes a long moment to realise that—too distracted between the touch of his fingertips skating across your skin and the addicting feel of his lips against your pulse.

You nod without thinking.

Steve pulls your shirt up no more than a few inches before your brain catches back up. Your hand moves abruptly, grabbing his hand and yanking it and your shirt back down in a split second.

Steve's halting in an instant, pulling back from working lovebites on your neck to see what he's done wrong. There's a string of spit connecting his lips to your neck.

Steve frowns in concern, shifting his hand up wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, as he makes an effort to put a little distance between you.

"You okay?" He asks. You're still holding his wrist, which is still holding the edge of your shirt. "What happened?"

Your mouth opens uselessly and closes. You know precisely why you had stopped him and now you're facing up with the fact you have to tell him, lest Steve believe you're actually having second thoughts over being with him.

It's just... you've probably spent far too many hours in the mirror. You've seen it from every angle. Seen it in every lighting. You can't quite ever seem to make your body look good.

You don't look like any of the girls Steve's been with in the past.

Comparison is killer, you're aware of this, but infuriatingly you just can't seem to stop. You think of what Steve will see the moment he gets your shirt off, what he'll realise, and your hand tightens around his wrist subconsciously. Your throat tightens up too.

Steve's face melts into a softer expression, eyes big. "Hey, hey, it's totally fine if you said one thing and- and you realise that you didn't mean it, it's okay."

Words continue to evade you and humiliatingly, it feels more likely that tears will escape you before any explanation will. He's being so nice.

"But..." Steve continues, his tone wary as if aware he's treading on uneven ground. "You seemed like you were into it. Like, comfortable, I mean. Then it was like a flip switched and you froze."

"I-" You finally find your voice. You clear your throat as you try to find the right words, breaking Steve's intense gaze to study the ceiling.

This is worse. This has got to be worse that just Steve taking your shirt off and being disappointed because— because you're goddamn building up to it. Your eyes screw shut and you decide it's better to rip the band-aid off.

"I'm just," You can't quite keep the quiver out of your voice. "I'm not like- like girls you've dated before."

Steve makes a noise of confusion and it's enough to force your eyes open. You glance down, taking in Steve's adorably furrowed brow.

"Okay...?" He says, clearly still a bit confused.

"I mean, Steve," You say, voice a little steadier. Your hand around his wrist finally remembers to relax.

You release the hold on him and tuck your hand under your shirt discretely, covering the skin of your stomach you know is warped with stretch marks. "I don't look like the girls you've dated before. My- my body is different."

The wrinkle between Steve's brow shifts, moving from confused to something a little harsher.

"So?"

You blink. Of all the possibilities that you had run, not one of them had ended with Steve saying that.

"So?" You echo meekly. "So... so you might be like, I don't know, disappointed or think—mfh"

The words get smushed beneath Steve's fervent kiss, stealing one kiss off your lips and all your words with it. You blink up at him again, all your endless arguments of why Steve would be so disappointed suddenly silenced.

Steve grins, evidently pleased with his reaction.

Tentatively, moving slowly so you could intervene if you wished, he drags his hand along the sheets and onto your hip again. This time, however, he pushes the fabric of your shirt up and doesn't pause til it's bunched up, most of your torso on show.

Your nerves gather, gnawing at the edges of your chest. You can't bring yourself to move the hand that's trying to hide part of you, even if a dozen other stretch marks are visible now.

Then Steve leans down and he kisses your skin, right in the middle of your tummy.

"I think," He says, lips dragging across your skin and setting it aflame. He's looking up at your through his lashes, your gazes locked, his eyes dark. Another kiss, this time longer, with just a flash of tongue. "You're hot shit."

Instinct makes you want to scoff. But Steve says it so seriously that you almost believe him off the bat. Believe that he believes that.

He lowers himself onto his elbows, letting both of his large hands settle onto your waist, fingers pressing into the skin lightly. You shiver at the feeling and start to consider the possibility that he actually does think that.

"And I will gladly," He punctuates the word with another kiss, this one evolving into a soft, sensual lick up towards your breasts which peak lustfully in response. Your breath hitches. "Spend all the time needed if you need some convincing of that."

His hands move, sliding down til he's gently knocking yours aside, big warms hands spread across your hips. His thumbs are moving, drawing soft motions down, you realise, towards your waistband. Your pulse jumps between your legs, the heat in your body uncaring about the brief interruption.

Steve kisses your tummy again, further down this time. You acutely realise you've got Steve Harrington between your thighs, looking up at you with darkened eyes and promising filthy things with his fingers. Or mouth. Both if you're lucky.

"So," Steve murmurs, voice raspy and low. His thumbs slip beneath your waistband, just an inch. "You gonna let me convince you?"

You're feeling pretty damn lucky.

[teddybeartoji]

my last little thirst for you mickey <3

wolf! toji, that hunts down pretty little bunny! reader because he got the smallest whiff of your sweet scent and needed to track you down.

when he finally catches up to you, he pins you down into the forest ground, finally getting a chance to truly take in thay saccharine scent that he'sbeen practically fiending over. (he could've easily caught you in just a few minutes, but he can he say? he enjoys the hunt)

next thing you know- wolf! toji is biting into your nape while rapidly pounding into you, wanting to knot you, pump you full of his pups, and claim you as his own.

he still isn't finished, even after wolf! toji made sure that you were filled to the brim with his seed. He steadied himself over your pliant body and sprayed all over you, making sure every inch of your worn-out body was covered in his piss.

Now you were his- inside and out <3

OH WOLF!TOJI LOVES CHASING YOU DOWN SOOOO MUCH. IT GETS HIM GOING SO FUCKING FAST GRAY HOOLY FUCKING SHIT.

he's not even running or anything at first... he knows he's gonna catch you, he has your scent and he won't lose it; he let's you run and run, he's letting you tire yourself out. he loves seeing all riled up and panting, your eyes twitching ever-so-lightly when he finally finds you.

he loves to get you dirty, he loves to push you into the ground. he likes to see the smallest little scratches and the smallest little bruises that form under his rough hands. he licks at your neck with a mean grin as you shiver in his hold, and he loves to listen to your racing heartbeat. it's all just so, so much. it feels so fucking good.

he's gonna pump you full and he won't let you waste a drip of it. he's gonna plug you with his thick knot and he's gonna hold you to his chest as he does so. he takes in all of the sharp breaths and the little mewls that keep slipping from his tiny bunny. he hisses at the tightness, but he doesn't allow himself to get too distracted. he toys with your nipples and gently nips at your ear, determined to make you cum on his knot aswell.

you're so fucked out, eyes hidden in the back of your head and your tongue lolling out - he loves it. so fucking much. he loves the mess of it all. your slick is running down his heavy balls and your saliva trickles down your own chin. he presses a haste, sloppy kiss to your temple as he works you through your third orgasm.

"nasty little bunny, hm?"

[pinkmirth]

god he looks so kissable

[miss-jaye]

cw: smut (continuation of nanami: sundress series) "kento, i can't be late..-" your voice trailed off as your husband's hands slid past the slit of the dress and gripped your inner thigh.

"jus' say you overslept, thas' all.." he murmured against your neck, planting kisses against your soft skin. "i guess.." you give in easily, pushing your ass against his hips. he groaned lowly, grinding against you slowly, deliberately.

you can feel it. and you want it in you. so desperately.

nanami's hands kept trailing up your thigh, finally reaching your panties—the only thing keeping him from what he desires. he slipped two fingers past the fabric, letting out a breathy moan. "you're soaking, sweetheart."

he teased your damp folds, rubbing them slowly, coaxing out the desperate moan he loves. "kento… please…" you whined, leaning your body into him because you couldn't hold yourself up anymore.

he hummed, answering your desperate plea with a plunge of his fingers into your wet pussy. your hand reached over and clung to his hair, your other gripping the arms that's wrapped around your waist. "hah.. ah.. more.." hearing his wife moan for him didn't help his already-tight pants.

"whatever you want, my love." he said, his other hand tracing your body before settling it against your tits. he squeezes, appreciating the softness of the mound.

he grazes his nose against your collarbone, making you shiver in delight. he slips his fingers out of you, a whine escaping your lips. nanami turns you around and captures your lips in his, a low groan erupts from the back of his throat. he licks the bottom of your lip for entrance and you accept.

his hands wandering down your body, squeezing your ass. your husband then picked you up, your body flush against his completely, feeling the bulge in his pants against your clothed pussy.

it felt delicious. you bet it would taste delicious too.

your own moan was swallowed by the kiss, your legs hook around his waist to steady yourself. your arms wrapped around his neck as you open your mouth even more. you grind against his hard-on, digging your heels on his back to have momentum.

nanami groaned, his back hitting the wall behind him. he bucks his hips against yours, desperate for more friction. "sweetheart-" you mumble against his lips. "hm?"

"room."

"got it."

he grunts, pushing himself off the wall and hurriedly enter your shared bedroom. he closes the door behind him with his foot and gently drops you on the bed. he wastes no time and get on his knees, lifting the skirt of your dress up and rips the panties that keeps him away from his dessert. "kento!" you squeal, frowning at the fact you have yet another panty ruined. literally.

"we'll buy another set." he mumbles, spreading your folds open with his thumbs. it's clenching at nothing, soaking and ready for him. he sighs in resignation, finally— he can indulge in that pretty pussy of yours.

nanami plunges nose-deep into your quivering pussy, licking one long stripe right up your delectable folds. he can hear your sweet moans fill the room. he can't help but do it once, twice, three times, and—

oh god.

"kento~ ngh.. oh fuck. so- so good.." your fingers find purchase in his soft locks, tugging it closer. an unspoken order, 'more'.

and he listens. one hand throws your legs over his shoulders, the other dipping two fingers in your sloppy entrance. his tongue delving past your folds.

"yes, yes, yesyesyesyes..!" you babble, your eyes rolling to the back of your head in pure pleasure. nanami pumps his fingers in and out, hitting that one spot over and over again. he rolls his tongue on your clit, focused on making you cum. "kento! pl-please- oh my god." you squirm.

"that's it darling. grind on my face, gorgeous. fuck-" nanami grunted, his fingers digging into your hips as he bullies your cunt with his tongue. your thighs squeeze his head and he can't think of anywhere else he'd rather be right now.

he thinks you don't even realize how hard your grinding on his face right now, and he loves it.

"fffuuuckk.. i'm so close- please!- ah~" your pretty cries reach his ears and he pinches your clit. you jolt and unconsciously pull him impossibly closer with your thighs. "cum f'me, gorgeous- fuck-mmhf.." your blond husband then realizes your already cumming when your gummy walls are squeezing around his tongue, it's almost difficult to fuck you even more.

you're body is shaking, tears running down your cheeks. cries coming out of your pretty lips, hoarse. "fuck, fuck, fuuuuck! oh my god, kento.. haah!" your thighs tightly locked around his head, the hand on his hair shaking, like it's contemplating whether or not you should let go.

but nanami didn't stop.

"kento-.. s'too much.. hng- hah~.." you whine and complain, yet your body does the opposite. "you can take it, my wife. i know you can." he murmurs into your cunt. he's just saying whatever comes to mind at this point, he was completely drunk off of your pussy. "c'mon, use my mouth." he adds another finger into your wet, quivering entrance.

"oh- fuck." you gasp, your fingers tugging on his hair once again. no matter how many times he's eaten you out, you just can't get enough of how he moves his tongue inside your glistening folds.

"wait- m' gonna- haah!" you let out a loud moan when nanami curls his fingers in you, his tongue abusing your swollen clit. you came again for the second time. he's sure you could cum a few more times, right? just for him.

nanami finally pulls away, satisfied. he skipped right to his dessert, it's only right he should go for his meal after. his mouth glistens with your slick, dripping down onto the bed. he licks his lips, eyes staring at the mess he made.

you still had your dress on. so like any sane husband would do in this situation, he pulls down the top of your dress so that your tits spill out.

perfect.

he kisses both your nipples while hastily pulling down his pants to free his throbbing member out of its confines. he rubs the tip on your sopping entrance, giving slow, open-mouthed kisses on your neck while pushing into you.

"ohhhh.. fuck." your thighs twitch, head tipping backwards- essentially giving your husband more access. "mmh, you feel.. so fucking good, darling." the blond lets out a string of curses. his big hand gripping your hips so tight, you're sure it'll bruise. but you couldn't care less.

he was fully inside you now. your walls clenching down on him so deliciously. it should be a sin at how heavenly your pussy feels sucking him in like that. you wrap your arms around him while he pushes your legs against your chest, slowly grinding into you.

his grinds turn into him completely thrusting into you. the sound of skin slapping against skin, your moans, his praises, fill the room. nanami continuously angles his hips, trying to find that one spot, that small sensitive part inside of you, the one that makes you go—

"oh, fuck! kento!"

there it is.

he continues to hit that spot over and over again, making you dizzy in ecstasy. "ke- ah~ kentooo~! fffuuuckkk!~" your nails dig into his shoulders, but he barely feels it, too focused on how much you were clamping down on him. "fuckfuckfuckfuck-" he grunts, one of his hands going up to squeeze your tits in one hand.

"you're so pretty— ngh.. like.. this.. fuck." he swears. "my wife is amazing, ohh..shit. you're amazing. i love you- hng!- i love you so m- ha..- uch.." your husband continues to praise you, all the while rearranging your guts.

the stimulation is too much, but so pleasurable.

"s'good, haah~ fuck! s'good, you're so- oh.. kento~ i love you too- haah!" you whine, big, fat tears come rolling down your cheeks. he leans down and kisses them away. "cum f'me. you can do- shit- you can do it again f'me- hng.. can't you, gorgeous?" nanami groans, squeezing your tits once more.

"i'm cum— ahh~! -ming!" you cry, feeling yourself break underneath your attractive husband. you can feel his cock twitch in you, he's gonna cum as well. inside you. just where you want him to.

he moans, spilling his load into you with one last thrust. your body jolts, cumming again from pure overstimulation. he sighs, grazing his nose against your jaw, then your cheek and he kisses you. his kiss was soft, gentle, helping you calm down from your high.

"mh.. sorry for making you late, sweetheart." his face looks like he definitely does not regret it. you don't either, you can easily apologize to your friends. this is the only time you missed it, you're sure they won't mind.

you chuckle, shaking your head. "no you're not."

he gives you a soft grin, "no i'm not." and steals another kiss from you.

"i love you, my delicious wife."

"i love you, my insatiable husband~"

[harbingersglory]

hii could i req an soft dom arlecchino x sub/fem reader?? something w a really needy whiny reader n maybe like a mommy kink or thigh riding IDK tysm for ur time !

{☆} characters arlecchino {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader {☆} warnings 18+ content

"Slowly, doll. We're not in a rush." Arlecchino reprimands lightly, squeezing your hips with just enough force to keep you unmoving on her thigh– she was still being gentle, but the subtle warning in her tone spoke to how easily she could push you against the desk and turn you into such a mess that you couldn't even remember your own name..just that you were hers.

But the barest hint of stimulation from her slacks pressed against your throbbing cunt had you twitching, barely able to form words. All you could think about was the scorching, twisting need building in your stomach, desperation for relief slowly climbing until you'd think she was doing this on purpose to drive you mad.

"Please– 'm a good girl, right? I've been good.." You choked out, only to be met with the rough, husky laugh echoing in your ear that made you feel dizzy with a rush of need, her nails gliding along the skin of your hips as she pressed you down even more firmly– you couldn't see her face but it was easy to imagine the crooked smile twisting her lips at the way you inhaled sharply and tried to buck against her thigh.

"Shh. I know, doll. I've got you, just relax." She murmured in that sickly sweet tone that always had your knees buckling, the raspiness of her voice sending shivers down your spine. It was almost impossible to relax with her so close, the notes of metal lingering on her skin despite how well she presents herself– but you trusted her, despite how you know you shouldn't.

"There we go. Good girl." Arlecchino's grip on your hips loosened just enough for you to move if you so wished, and oh did it take every ounce of restraint to not do just that..she hadn't said you were allowed to, and you weren't about to spoil her good mood by being a brat. Not tonight, anyway. "Do you want to cum, doll?"

The fervent nod you offer in place of words draws a laugh from her lips, one that is almost mocking, making your face flush in embarrassment– but the sudden tap against your hip makes your mind go blank to the point you forget it all together, focused only on the feeling of her thigh rubbing against your cunt as you bucked against her thigh, the fabric slick and wet against your inner thighs. You'd have half the heart to be embarrassed about that, too, if not for the sudden brush of her thumb against your aching, neglected clit. Just that small touch has you speeding up your movements, practically drooling as you whimpered like a dog in heat.

"That's more like it, doll. Such a pretty girl." Arlecchino hummed, her other hand trailing up your stomach, between the valley of your breasts and ghosting across your throat before settling on grabbing your jaw in a firm, yet almost tender touch as she tilted your head to the side just enough for her to pull you into a burning kiss. It left you lightheaded, grinding down against her thigh as she claimed your mouth as her own, her thumb still ghosting over your clit sporadically.

She'd spent so long teasing you, constantly touching you but never where you needed her, that you already felt like you were going to snap like a wire. She must've been in a really good mood, then, when she pulled away from the kiss with an almost predatory lick of her lips, yet she settled on pressing kisses to your skin rather then the usual sharp bite of her teeth as they sunk into the curve of your shoulder.

"Are you close? Go on. I want to see your face when you cum– you look the prettiest when you finally break apart, doll." Arlecchino mused idly– as if she wasn't talking to you while you continued to rub your aching cunt against her thigh, chasing your own release through shaky, strained breaths. Her thumb swiped over your lips, brushing strands of hair stuck to your skin from your face– at the same time as she swiped her thumb more firmly against your clit, creating a vicious contrast that had you both melting at the barest hint of almost softness from her and the touch of her hand between your legs, dragging you into an orgasm that leaves you trembling and, had she not shoved her fingers into your mouth, screaming, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.

"All done, little doll. Take it easy." She murmured, voice so quiet you almost didn't hear it, thumb swiping across your cheek to wipe away the stray tear, her hands pulling away to settle on your sides. "You did well– good girl. Let me take it from here."

[httpiastri]

paul aron x reader

paul looks exhausted when he finally steps into the hitech garage after the race. he doesn't look as upset as you had assumed, considering the race he's just had, but his tensed shoulders and furrowed eyebrows can be spotted from miles away. you stay in the background when he shakes hands with his engineers and other staff members, stopping every once in a while for some quick chats about the race.

soon, his eyes land on you, though they don't light up in the way you had hoped. but the second your arms drape around his shoulders, you can literally feel the stress and pressure flow out of him. a huff of air passes his lips as his hands squeeze your sides before slipping around to encircle the small of your back, and you nuzzle your nose into the crook of his neck as a response.

paul stays quiet, which isn't uncommon for him. usually when he's upset, he wants to be left alone for a bit, to sort our his thoughts and reflect on his race. and yet, this silence simply doesn't feel right.

something inside of you just snaps.

you can't tell if it's the memory of the race replaying in your head, the way you assume he's being much harder in himself than he lets you see, or the fact that he seems to come undone in your arms, but something does it for you. it's because of a mixture of all three, probably, and it has you crying in no time.

paul doesn't register the tears on his skin at first, but his heart breaks in his chest when he hears your soft sniffles from right below his ear. "hey," he says, pulling apart slightly. his big, soft hands practically engulf your face when he cups it, gentle eyes searching your teary ones. "it's okay, you know. it's not that bad."

"i know, i know..." you mumble, reaching up to wipe away a few tears from your cheek, despite how his thumbs are already working on it. "it's just..."

one of his hands moves to cradle the back of your neck, guiding you forward to his skin again. "i even extended the lead in the championship. it's alright, really."

the steady rhythm of his heartbeat works wonders at calming you down, just as always, and the warmth of his hug slowly but surely replaces the anxiety in you. a shaky breath passes through your lips, and you nod against him before leaning back again to look at him.

the bright blue color of his pretty eyes pops out even more than usual, though there's a sliver of guilt in them. he hates being the one causing your tears, he hates seeing the stains of mascara along your cheeks. he hates the thought of you hurting enough to shed tears like this.

but the words you then say have his eyes widening. he expects something heart-wrenching, something crushing, but it's far from it. "i'm just so proud of you," you start, running a hand through his messy fringe. "you're taking this like a champ. a year or two ago, you would've sulked and blamed everyone else, but..." for the first time in over an hour, a slight smile pulls on the corners of your mouth. "you've matured, grown up. and i'm so proud."

paul is speechless; his jaw drops a little, prompting you to push it up with a finger and a soft laugh, and he just won't stop blinking. "wow," he finally says. "you're going to make me cry now..."

you instantly shake your head, arms draping around his neck. "don't." you press a quick kiss to his lips, before resting your forehead against his. "let's just... get out of here and relax, do something that doesn't include crying. does that sound okay?"

"there's nothing i'd rather do."

when you step out of his hold to go get your purse, he can't help but pull you back in and lock his lips with yours again. despite just having raced for an hour, paul's blood rushes through his body from the way you kiss him back (in an oh-so-familiar yet exciting way), like he's never been more eager in his life.

maybe he can think of something he'd rather do, after all.

[d3arapril]

modern!abby headcanons

a sfw ver because i can’t get over the fact that abby isn’t real. Goodnight

⭐️ safe for all audiences. my inbox is open! any feedback, ideas or general chat is welcome <3

abby loves loving and she loves to be loved.

she loves her friends, her family and she loves you the most. she even thinks she loves the old, kind man that ran the small bookstore she’d been visiting since she was young

having lots of people around her is super important to her, she has a big heart and even though she looks like a lion she’s really just a little baby house cat that wants to make people happy <3

she’s a bit of a people pleaser sometimes. like she goes our of her way to do things for people even if she really doesn’t want to but she’s working on it 💪🏽

loves being around you but also loves time to herself to work out, read and drool on her pillow during a particularly deep sleep without being mocked by you every morning

ABBY SLEEPS LIKE A LOG. this bitch does not move during her sleep, like you could literally scream bloody murder and she’d barely flinch. she also sleeps on her front sometimes and has her face in the pillow ??? you often wonder if she’s even alive and breathing (she is) (she has little to no trauma and jerry is alive in my world so she doesn’t get nightmares etc. i want the best for her &lt;;3)

i think she’s very particular about looking after herself/keeping clean etc and it’s a super big thing for her. although she’s fairly masc presenting don’t be fooled, shes a lil girly girl deep deep down

her hair is long and healthy because she never uses heat and uses hair masks, she looks after her skin and uses the ordinary products (they work for her ok!), she exfoliates and shaves her legs frequently bc she feels like they look more muscular when they’re smooth and she enjoys feeling like a dolphin

she’s always got her hair in that damn braid and you try convince her to do other styles but she basically refuses

“you don’t like it?” she’s whining, faking it of course - she knows you like it. “no abs i love it, just wish you’d wear your hair down more. suits you”

“well that’s reserved for only you, babe” the soft kiss she presses to your temple and the brush of her hands against your hips makes you want to braid her hair forever until your fingers seize up

i feel like abby doesn’t have much of a dress sense lmao like girl just wears plain clothes and calls it a day. basically how she dresses in game but just less dirty and more kind of.. modern and put together. not the ugly brown boots tho ❌

she wears doc marten boots and adidas sambas. has 3 different pairs of sambas actually

prefers alcohol over drugs. she likes to get drunk in moderation and she can sink so much tequila (she blames manny and nora and says they are bad influences… abby is the one pouring the shots🙄) and she becomes a lot louder and clingy when she’s drunk and thinks she can dance. she can’t.

i kind of mentioned this in my nsfw hc’s but abby probably has an old like iphone 5c or something cos she doesn’t really care about upgrading it

girl hates video games so she probably isn’t big on tech in general. as long as she can call and text she doesn’t care too much

“you may as well just get a nokia, abby..” “what am i? a drug dealer? 🙄”

sticking to the theme, abby doesn’t really use social media that much. she refused to download tiktok because she didn’t want to fall into the trap of endless scrolling (she fell into said trap approx 20 minutes after downloading the app. now it’s “babe have you seen what i sent you yet?” every 10 minutes)

doesn’t care about/keep up with trends etc, confused when u ask her about the roman empire

“i mean, i’ve read about it? what kind of question is that??”

does have a burner instagram acc that she follows u and a few of her closest friends on (not mel)

also uses snapchat every so often to send u gym pics and u get excited thinking it’ll be a mirror pic of her flexing or something but instead it’s just an extreme close up of her sweaty ass red face with the caption ‘Help 🫠’

has an album in her photos called ‘Progress’ where she tracks her gains 🥰 its ur fav and u ask to look at the pics all the time 🥰 shes ur big muscly baby 🥰

abs can get a lil bit hot headed and irate sometimes so u argue every now and then but it’s never anything major, and she always buys u flowers and grovels until you’ve made up anyways

she usually just goes to the gym if she’s feeling some type of way and works out until she’s on the verge of passing out to make her feel better (you told her that she should deal with her anger better. she told you that she know’s what she’s doing…)

calls you babe but that’s kinda it, also likes to be called babe

likes to give u massages and run you a bath… and then gets in the bath with u and takes up basically all of the space

when u went on ur first holiday together she had to use the sicky bag on the plane bc of her fear of heights :(

she’s getting better now tho, just squeezes her eyes shut and holds your hand until the bones almost break… she then falls asleep for basically the entire flight and drools onto her neck pillow lol

refuses to watch anything but american dad at bedtime bc she really enjoys it for some reason

she looks after you with all she has and would go to the end of the earth for you if she could. there’s no one else like her

[cybertron-smash-or-pass]

BONUS!!!

[oakbuggy]

"See, doll? Perfect fit."

Basically I kept having problems drawing Neteyam so I drew his dad instead

AO3 here!

hope yall enjoy, goodnight!

[simplyender]

just some gifs of spot making his own solar (spotlar?) flares

[hungharrington]

hmmm do you guys ever think about… how much steve would love it if you ever scratched up his back during sex <3 he. loves. it. so. bad.

honestly he treats it like he does hickies, he lurvssss getting to show off— gets all hot under the collar at the mere thought that if anyone else can see them they’ll know he’s taken, that he’s got a lover and he treat them right. it’s this perfect sweet spot between stroking his pride and catering to his possessiveness :)

the first time you notice you’ve done it (because let’s be real, you don’t notice in the moment, you’re far more focused on the perfect grind of his hips into you, fast and filthy, so good it has you clawing at his back) but the day after, when he tugs his shirt off, you spot the scratches and you’re instantly spouting apologies.

your hands flit over his back, worried that you’ve hurt him and he’s like, “no no no! it’s— i’m fine and- uh, how do i say this? please, um, always do that.” he can’t even pretend to hide how much he loves it and that makes you feel better, makes you glow hot inside.

eddie notices one time when you’re all over at the harrington house, using the pool to cool off. right as steve tugs his shirt off over his head, eddie catches sight of the red scratches where your nails have raked down the tan expanse of his back and whistles loudly, “damn, harrington, you share a bed with a wild animal lately?” like he doesn’t know damn well where those marks came from.

his quick glance at you confirms it and you can’t help but feel a little bashful but steve’s already scoffing, a little smug and a lil pink in the cheeks from how proud he is and he jerks a thumb over his shoulder and is like, “actually, it means i got a good grade in sex :)”

[moo-blogging]

Nothing in my head but with Levi:

It had been a rough week, but it was finally Friday now, and you got off from work just to find your husband waiting for you at the lobby of your office. Levi cleared his Friday night for you, knowing that you had a difficult week at work. Although he was your superior, he never made you feel like you made it because of your relationship with him. But you were still his one and only love, he would move mountains and swim through oceans for you.

Levi's take out was sitting in the car, waiting for you. You gave him a hug before he ushered you into the car. You asked Levi about his meeting, he shrugged and said his staffs deserve a peaceful weekend. You talked about work in the car, describing your horrible day to your patient husband. Levi nodded and gave minimal comment here and there. After half an hour of whining, you reached home.

You ate the takeout with Levi on the dining table, listening and nodding to Levi as he talked about his day. His day seemed busy, more bullshit and headache compared to yours. And now you were regretting your overreaction in the car earlier. But Levi patted your head, saying "don't compare your day to mine, Y/n. Don't invalid your bad day just because you think my bad day is worse than yours. You had it rough too."

You nodded gratefully. Levi always knew how to make you feel better. You cleaned up after dinner and decided to take a quick shower together. Levi washed your hair, massaging your scalp to release your stress. You scrubbed Levi's back and gave him a quick massage on his shoulders and nape. Levi exhaled in relaxation when you untied his knot.

You were in bed early. You felt that your body grew heavier with each second as you lay in bed. Your eyelids were fighting to stay open but your brain was switching itself off. Levi had done his routine of checking the doors and windows. He locked the bedroom door and was ready to call it a day.

He chuckled to himself as he watched you struggling to stay awake. He swicthed the lights off and crawled into bed with you. You clumsily hang onto him, wiggling into your comfy position. Levi pulled the blanket that you accidentally slipped under your butt and draped it over you.

You swallowed and smacked your lips a few times. The heavy sleepiness washed over you, and you were drifting away. You felt Levi's soft lips kissing your opened mouth. You tried to pull yourself awake to kiss him back.

Levi chuckled softly, "sleep tight, Sleeping Beauty." And he pressed a strong, doting kiss on your cheek. You fell asleep with Levi's warm cheek on yours and his arms around you. What a good way to start the weekend.

[mrsackermannx]

— TEASE | GOJO SATORU

MDNI | it feels like all your boyfriend does is work these days. | kinda mean gojo, degradation, praise kink, choking, pussy-slapping, rougher sex, thigh-fucking, mirror sex, established relationship. | 2k |

Gojo Satoru was nothing short of a manhandler. A passionate manhandler at that—but one nonetheless. It was like he didn’t know his own strength at times with you. Especially when he hadn’t seen you all day and had been craving you since breakfast. 

He’d slammed you onto the kitchen counter just this morning, working his way between your legs with hungry kisses. Your hands slipped into his hair on instinct, bracing yourself for his sweet tongue when he’d gotten a call from Nanami. 

He’d been stewing all day. What happened to only calling before nine if someone’s life was on the line. 

You yelped as Gojo appeared behind you, choking on your toothpaste and glaring at him as you coughed into the sink. With a big grin on his lips he tugged his blindfold half down at the sight.

It was always different when he removed it, when you could follow exactly where his eyes were. In one smooth movement he crossed the space between you, his body heat practically engulfing you. He rubbed at your back, slowly dipping his hand lower as his lips brushed your ear, “I’m home,” he whispered, that teasing lilt to his voice.

You shoved him and hissed, “I wish you’d stop doing that!” before you spat out your mouthwash.

He frowned at you in your reflections, “Well, if you don’t want to see me that badly I’ll just leave.” 

You groaned. “Sator—“ though you were completely cut off by the way his chest was now pressed against your back and how his hands were caging you in so that the marble counter dug into your abdomen. 

“But I know you don’t want that,” he whispered lowly. And then he tugged his blindfold completely off, stuffing it into his pocket. His eyes glowed as they feasted on you without shame. The bathroom was dark, lit only by a few aromatherapy candles from Nanami last Christmas. Casting a golden hue over you both in the mirror before you. Perfect, he thought.

He smoothed his hands down the bare planes of your shoulder blades, plucking the thin straps of your nightdress. He chuckled, meanly, “No comeback? Cat got your tongue?”

You shook your head and he grinned, pressing a kiss to your nape as he started pawing at your hips. Your eyes fell shut, leaning back against him and into his touch. A little hum of approval tickled your ear as he kissed along your jaw, hitching up your nightdress to grab at your ass. “Where’s that mouth now? Or do I have to put it to use, baby? Go on, you were mad right? Keep talking, tell me why.”

“I wasn’t it’s just, I could have been doing anything—“ Your voice shook as he ripped your nightdress open, watching it balloon pathetically into the sink. Glee brought those perfect features of his to life as he eyed you in the mirror. As if he’d just helped you out of your nightdress in a completely normal manner. 

“Anything, like…?” Then he squeezed your ass so hard you had to smother your moan into your palm. “Like what?” he muttered into your hair, “Why don’t you show me what I missed?”

His hand wandered between your thighs, cupping your dripping sex. He groaned at the wet heat of it.“Please, Satoru. Was just gonna go to bed,” you whined, grinding down onto his large fingers.

He withdrew his hand, nibbling on your ear. “No, I think you were gonna have a little fun without me, baby. So now, no fun for you.”

You swallowed at his short tone and huffed at the denial, but you couldn’t deny that it turned you on when he was a little mean like this. But he didn’t leave you for long, though the mere seconds felt like minutes.

His hands caressed your curves until they rested on your breasts, thumbs working your nipples until a breathy groan from you both sang through the acoustics of the bathroom. “Did ya hear me, baby?”

You nodded, moaning when he forcibly shifted your thighs apart. He clicked his tongue, cerulean eyes catching every needy knit of your brow, “That’s not an answer.”

He slapped your clit, again and again—feeling your slick ooze onto his palm with each one. “All these sounds. So you can still use your voice, interesting—I mean,” he chuckled mirthlessly, showing you the slick shining against his palm. 

“Look at this, angel, you really need me this much?”

You turned your face away but he brought it right back to his own, pressing a kiss to your temple before speaking against it. Your eyes locked in the mirror. “Why are you hiding? Why are you embarrassed when you have such an erotic body,” he whispered, voice sultry. “Go on. Look at it.”

“Satoru!” He turned your face to the mirror, drawing his hands up and down your centre, stopping between the valley of your breasts. Then he cupped them whilst he dragged his lips across the curve of your neck and shoulder, flicking your nipples ever so often. “Please.”

He rutted his clothed erection against you at your breathy plea, aching with need. “No matter how many times I see it…I still want to lick every part so I never forget how sweet you taste. That’s how fucking erotic it is.”

“Please, just, don’t tease me,” you rasped, gasping when he turned your jaw to finally kiss you. He smirked against your lips before sliding his tongue against yours in response to your whimper.

Swept away he found himself arching you roughly over the sink top, grinding his arousal against your ass. “It’s okay, angel. You’re okay. Gonna fuck you so good, gonna give you what you want,” he cooed as you whined.

“Y’know I wanna cum all over what’s mine too. You know how much you drive me fucking crazy, don’t you, baby?” 

“Satoru, please. Put it in. Need you so bad.”

“Yeah?” He panted, tugging away the clothing on his upper body, and leaving his godly physique for your viewing pleasure. The candlelight illuminated every sweet, carved crevice of his muscle. 

Then his pants were being shoved down, barely under his hip bones before he was sliding his cock between your thighs. “Beg for it,” he urged breathily, before he broke into nothing but moans into your ear. Grunting and fucking your thighs like a madman just to relish the sensations. Your slick coated his frustrated shaft and then the tip of his cock with every slide against your pussy—it was addictive, even. 

“Toru’, baby, please!” He gripped your nape and then held your entire jaw in the other, bringing you both closer to the mirror.

“Want you to look at yourself and tell me you didn’t ask to be fucked the second I got home?” he gestured to the ripped silk of your nightdress. “Want you to be honest,” he moaned.

“No, I, I was just…” His cock was hard and relentless between your thighs, pushing them together just to fuck them harder. 

“Got hard the second I saw your ass peeking out under that dress, admit it—you’re a fucking tease, aren’t you baby?”

“Please-“

“It’s Sa-to-ru, or nothing, or you’re getting even less than this,” he slapped your clit over and over until you moaned his name.

“Say it, tell me you wanted to tease me.”

“But I didn’t-“

Before you could even process it your front was being slammed onto the counter, you turned your face to eye the beautiful but impatient man behind you. He was flushed up to his ears. 

He spread your legs wide and filled you impossibly, bottoming out all at once. The grip on your waist was bruising and inescapable. His pace was so ruthless all at once you could hardly keep up. 

“Satoru, Satoru, feels so good,” you moaned, drool pooling down the corners of your lips. “Too good!”

“Of course it does, you were made to get fucked just like this— that’s why, don’t know why you think you’re worth anything else, huh? When you’re so perfect for me just—like—this,” he growled.

“Satoru. M’ all yours!” You were so breathless it was a miracle you were still capable of words. But you loved it, you loved when he degraded you like this. So much so you suddenly thrusted back onto his cock, impatient and chasing your release.

“Fucking desperate little thing, am I not fast enough for ya? Little praise get you that excited?”

He lifted you so you could face how undone you’d become in the mirror. “To think you were gonna fuck yourself without me, like you can do what I can to your body.”

“I can't!”

“I know, this pussy was begging me to fill it as soon as I gave it a shred of attention,” he purred, stopping to kiss at your face until you grinned against him, pliant and struggling for breath.

“But don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.”

He pulled out and threw you over his shoulder. And then before you’d even blinked he was throwing you down onto your shared bed and sliding back in. He tossed both your hands above your head and cuffed them together with one of his own, lips brushing yours. “You and that slutty little nightdress, huh?”

“I was teasing you, wanted you to come home to me in the nightdress cause…” You wrapped your body tighter around his and his heart throbbed in his chest.

“Go on, tell me baby, tell me so I can be nice to you,” he cooed, voice sweeter than honey as his cock bullied that spot inside of you again. “You can come all over my face as soon as you tell me, baby, all night—promise.” 

His eyes widened as tears ran down your face, “'Cause’ you’ve been on so many missions, I’ve hardly seen you, miss you.”

“Why you crying baby?” he wiped away your tears, kissing your wet cheeks as he slowed down his pace. “Hm? Cause you miss me or cause my dick feels too good?”

“Both,” you moaned, laughing shakily into his neck.

“Yeah? Well, I miss you too, guess I'll have to remind you of just how much I love you, huh? In the way we do best, yeah?” 

His lips were sweet on yours as he brought your legs up with careful hands, until your ankles were kissing either side of his neck, hand on your throat as he started to pound in and out.

”I go crazy when I don’t see you baby, when I can’t taste my angel, and have your pussy fucking squeezing me like this.“ He groaned against the the corner of your mouth. “Feeling like heaven. Heaven made just for me.”

“Satoru, I love you so much.”

“Fucking love you so much more.”

He had your hair in handfuls, his mouth seeking full monopoly of your own, his thrusts slowed down to softness, but they were still passionate, still dizzyingly deep but laced with love. 

His kissing grew sloppier, moaning into your lips as you felt him growing closer and closer, his voice strained and shaky. “M’ gonna fill you to your limit, won’t forget anything then—won’t forget that you’re all mine.”

“Satoru!” You felt his cum fill you up and then some, the lewd wet sounds making your cheeks burn. Yet you moaned in tandem, kissing all over his jaw as he continued fucking you just as hard, his broken whimpers sweet melodies to your ears. “More, more, need more,” You chanted, completely lost in him. “Need it.”

He cupped your cheek, lips pressed to your forehead as he started rubbing on your clit, “You wouldn’t be mine if you didn’t.”

Your eyes lulled shut and you finally rejoiced in the sounds of your voices filling the room together. The past few weeks it had been much too silent, but now the walls could hardly contain your whimpers or Satoru’s low moans. “Don’t forget, that I love you, baby—ever,” he panted into your lips, hand squeezing yours as you came apart around him. “So, so much.”

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