#so like all the love for wide noses big noses crooked noses prominent noses <3

[purplejan]

i've seen a ton of comments saying luxx's nose looks bad/weird and asking why doesn't she contour it to look thinner,,, the second hand embarrasment i get from people saying that??

[bellehalla]

Do you think you could describe the appearances of our main soldiers? ( heishi, weald, etc.)

hello love!! omg i hope you're still around

AHH i adore the main soldiers so much! I try not to give too much description when it comes to my characters since I let readers interpret them from their personality and character in the story instead. But there had been some questions regarding their appearances (like Ilya, which @escapismnotfound illustrated!! check out their blog and art!!) so I guess it's time I give some of them some faces. Officially leaving MC as the only faceless one lmaoooo

And oh boy, this is ONE LENGTHY post. I enjoyed writing it <3

Ewald

nation: Mondstadt

height: 5'4

shortest one in the company. idk if you remember but in chapter 1, he had facial hair but had to shave it off around chapter 3 when the program officially started. he's short, stocky, and kinda looks like a human version of a pug. he grew out his black hair which is probably the same length as MC's which reaches their shoulders, but you won't really notice it since he always have it up as well. he has accentuated jowls and his cheeks kinda hang that make him look tough. i referenced him from one of the characters in Mulan, Yao! (same vibe too)

Jurgen

nation: Mondstadt

height: 6'1

the Dad of the group. Jurgen's another Mondstadtian. he's tall, has broad shoulders and beefy arms that make him seem like he gives great hugs (he does). he's soft-faced, and has high cheekbones. every time he smiles his cheeks get so round. also has brown eyes. same haircut as Huffman, but has caramel colored hair.

Heishi

nation: Inazuma

height: 6'4

he already has an impressive height, but his face tops it all. he's slim-faced with prominent cheekbones and straight nose, framed by his midnight blue curls. he's more lean than buff, but he's trying to pack up some muscles. if it weren't for his military uniform, it's easy to see him as another man from a prominent family. his ruggedness is more from his VERY unruly hair.

Ira

nation: Mondstadt

height: 6'0

the clown of the group. Ira's very lanky despite his appetite. he's kinda cute if he knows how to dress and carry himself. with his sharp jawline, tall nose, and short ginger hair, he could really pull the ladies (don't tell him this). but alas his charm is in his crooked smile. take it as it is. he doesn't mean anything bad when he smiles big and wide.

Hiroto

nation: Inazuma

height: 6'5

big and tough, a bit buffer compared to Heishi. long dark hair that reaches the middle of his back. unlike Ewald and Rin, Hiroto likes to let his hair loose, so sometimes the soldiers see it. square jawline and heavy brow ridge that makes him look angry all the time. though fun fact, he's very attentive to his eyebrows and prefers to keep them clean and plucked. there's just so much to know about this guy.

Kita & Kenji

nation: Inazuma

height: 6'2

they're not twins...as far as they know. but they do look so much alike save for their builds. when Kita first appeared (oh and fun fact again, Kita was the one that egged Rin on during their first day when she fought Ewald) he had short grey hair. Kenji convinced him to shave his hair into a buzzcut, so now they're sporting the same haircut. they're quite youthful in their appearance as they have a more rounded face. Kenji's face is sharper compared to Kita. Also, Kenji's upper body is quite bulky, but Kita's trying to catch up (he's almost as thin as Ira, so it might take awhile to bulk up).

Luka

nation: Mondstadt

height: 5'9

does anyone remember this guy? he's not that significant, but i have to balance out the count per nation lmao. he has yellow hair. handsome with his big round eyes, and high cheekbones. though he's more adorable than handsome, really.

[sombreboy]

Crazy beautiful | yandere!ksj

He's so lovely, goddamn pretty In fact they say he's quite the lover.

⇲ 18+ ⇲ xtremity: 3 ⇲ pairing: soft yandere!ksj x female reader ⇲ genre: pwp smut ⇲ word count: 1.9k ⇲ warnings: profanity, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex, jin has a fat cock

request by anon: yandere!bts member of your choice x touchstarved reader 👉👈 sfw or nsfw would be up to you too shhsbwhd

‘‘You’re so lovely.’‘ He breathed against the nape of your neck as he hugged you from behind. ‘‘So pretty.’‘

‘’Jin...’’ You sighed in content, leaning into his chest, his wide embrace. It’s been so long since anybody had touched you liked this-- touched you at all.

‘‘All mine, my beautiful angel. Ah, you drive me crazy.’‘ He continued whispering sweet nothings, pressing soft kisses down to the slope of your neck, hands snaking underneath the hem of your shirt to smooth his long fingers up the soft skin of your stomach. “I can’t believe you’re finally mine.”

You’d known Seokjin for a while now, but it had been innocent, a simple platonic friendship until now. But in all honesty, the desire-- no, the gravity, had been there all along. Just.. Neither of you acted on it until now.

The desire for this man grew the closer you became, the innocent touches, the friendly hugs. You craved more, and more- but you were shy.

Seokjin felt like he was going insane throughout, all he wanted was to feel you underneath his palms. How did the two of you end up here? It was all a case of serendipity in his own mind.

You stayed over at his place because you felt sad and lonely, and he was the only one who could cheer you up with his goofy jokes and soft smile. Not to mention his infectious laughter. Then, you’d decided to repay the favour by cooking him breakfast. Suddenly, Seokjin had come up to embrace you from behind. And here you were. Too precious for him to not take his chance on you.

“Y/N...’‘ Jin paused to spin you around, facing him. He cages you between his arms, leaning his palms against the counter. “I’ve always wanted... this-- you, for as long as I can remember.’‘ A short pause, his eyes looking into yours with intent, looking for any sign of discomfort. ‘‘I want to kiss you, touch you...’‘ There was so much more he wanted to do, the sparkle of his lust swirling in his dark irises. He didn’t need to say it. “Do you want me?”

You nodded, a soft exhale slipping past your lips. A breath you didn’t know you were holding until Seokjin inched his face closer to yours.

‘‘I need you to say it out loud. I need to hear it, that you want me.”

‘‘I want you, Seokjin.’‘ Your cheeks heated up immediately. Thinking it was one thing, but admitting it out loud made it real. Jin’s tongue poked out to wet his plush lips before they morphed into a wide smile. It was genuine, he was genuinely happy that you wanted him too. Finally. He reached to turn off the stove, the smile on his face still unwavering as he whispered into your ear. ‘’Don’t wanna burn down the damn house, do we?’’ A small giggle emitted from his lips before he focused back on you, his wide frame easily causing you to shrink beneath him. One hand cupped your face, drawing you in for a kiss. His pillowy lips felt like silk as he moved them against yours, it felt so natural-- yet so foreign. You whined quietly when he pulled away for a mere second to gaze down, his free hand hiding underneath the skirt you were wearing to find your clothed cunt. He used the entirety of his palm to cup it, squeezing lightly to feel the heat of you radiate right back into his hand.

‘‘I’ll make you feel so good, my pretty girl.’‘ Seokjin closes the distance between your lips again, groaning into your mouth when he feels the pool of wetness gather into the fabrics of your panties. He used the pads of his fingers to rub from your covered hole to find the swell of your clit, circling it with a gentle precision, experimenting and observing the reactions your body gives him. ‘‘You’re already so wet. Bet you haven’t been touched in so long.. My poor baby.’‘ Jin pouts, his lips grazing yours as he withdrew his face just enough to be able to see every expression he could get from you. ‘‘Need to take care of you properly, every single day if you want me to.”

‘‘Y-yes, ah...’‘ You threw your head back, leaning back against the counter further, heavy puffs of breaths pushing through your kiss swollen lips. ‘‘Please Jin, don’t tease...’‘

Seokjin obliged, tugging your panties to the side, the arousal seeping out of your soppy hole clinging onto the fabrics as he moved it. He cursed under his breath, immediately allowing himself to feel, rubbing two fingers between your folds, coating his digits so, so quickly.

‘‘Oh my god, baby... I almost feel bad for you, your body is so responsive.’‘

‘‘J-just keep touching me, please... My body too..’‘

‘‘I’ll spend every single day worshiping you, just like you deserve.’‘ Jin used the tip of his finger to tease your little hole, feeling it clench and unclench in anticipation. His free hand pulled your shirt above your head, internally thanking any higher power for the fact that you weren’t wearing a bra. Wasting no time, he palmed your breast, bringing your perked nipple to his mouth as he alternated between kissing, sucking, and swirling his wet tongue around it, drawing more gasps and soft moans from you. He felt his own erection ache, straining uncomfortably as it fought against the fabrics of his pants. But this was about you, and his cock could wait a little longer.

‘‘Y-yes, oh god... More, please, more.’‘ You begged between moans, arching your back to press your chest further into his mouth, aching for him to keep adoring your body.

‘‘Anything my baby wants.’‘ Jin murmured, switching to your other breast to give it the same treatment as the other. He slowly prodded at your hole until he felt your arousal dribble down your thigh and his hand. Jin moaned, his voice vibrating against your nipple as he finally sunk two fingers inside of you, the tightness had his cock pulsating as it remained untouched. Fuck, he needed you bad. ‘‘Baby...’‘ Jin whined after letting go of your nipple with a pop of his lips, kissing his way up your chest to your collarbone. ‘‘W-what is it, Jinnie?’’

‘‘I want to fuck you so, so badly...My cock hurts from hearing you moan, and feeling your tight pussy squeeze my fingers so hard.’‘ The filth coming from Jin’s mouth grew with his arousal. He pumped his long fingers into you, the wet sounds driving the two you insane. They were slightly crooked, digging against parts of your fleshy insides that had you drooling.

“Fuck me, I want it.. I want you.’‘ You looked into his slightly widened eyes, he seemed surprised to hear such words come from you, the normally so shy, reserved girl he knew. But god, did he love hearing it. It was just for him, and nobody else.

‘‘I’m big...’‘ Jin warned, his mischievious grin growing as he slows down his fingers, still massaging your insides with the entirety of his fingers. ‘‘You want me to fuck you with my big, fat... ?’‘ He didn’t finish his sentence, raising an eyebrow as he watched you crumble underneath his ministrations, the bulge in his pants visibly twitching at the sight.

‘‘Yes, stop teasing me Jin... Just please, fuck me with your fat cock before I go insane.’‘ Your voice broke into a cry in need, rutting against his hand for more. But it wasn’t enough, you needed more. ‘’More!’’

The neediness in your voice had Seokjin trembling in the immense lust he felt for you. He withdrew his hand, already tugging down his pants along with his underwear, his rigid length sprung up, tip reddened and leaking with his own arousal. He used his slick, coated fingers to lubricate his length, stroking himself slowly as he helped you up to sit on the counter with his other, positioning himself between your spread legs. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down your slit, forcing your folds to spread for him. He scrunched his nose in a small smile at the annoyed whine you let out when he kept teasing your swollen clit with his mushroom tip, before finally pushing inside. He didn’t waste time, the wetness of the two of you providing an easy entrance as he drilled his hips into yours until he was fully nestled inside.

Seokjin swore that if there was a heaven, this was it.

And if this were a sin, he’d gladly go to hell.

‘‘Oh, fuck yes... The sweetest, your pussy feels so good baby.’‘ He praised, placing his hands on your waist to keep you in place as he begun to move, not even attempting to bite back his breathy moans. You felt so good, and he wanted you to know how amazing your cunt felt around him.

‘‘Ah, Jin, yes, yes... More!’‘ You laid back on the counter, keeping yourself up on your elbows as you watched the crease between his brows grow more prominent. He was focused, determined to find the angle that would make you feel as good as possible.

‘‘You’re so greedy for my cock, baby-- I fucking love it.’‘ Jin grunted in pleasure when he felt your cunt clench harder around him, and his pace picked up in speed. He thrusted with more greed of his own, your body jolting in his grasp until you no longer could hold yourself up on your elbows, letting yourself lay down flat on your back. Your breasts were a sinful sight with every thrust, entrancing Jin as all he could do was stare, his lips parting in the pleasure he felt, his hips smacking against your ass.

‘‘Gonna cum soon baby... Please, c-can I cum inside?’‘ Jin asked, one hand on your stomach, pressing down to feel his fat cock lightly bulging your lower abdomen, his other hand moved down to focus on your throbbing clit, rubbing it in fast motions in tandem with the way he fucked you.

‘‘Yes, yeah, please.’‘ Your words were incoherent at this point, eyes fluttering shut as you felt your orgasm build up. ‘‘Cum in me, cum in me, I’m gonna cum too-- fuck, fuck, fuck!’‘

Seokjin felt your orgasm squeezing him in a pulsating pattern, your legs tensing up as you gushed on his cock. He didn’t falter in speed, continuing to thrust into you faster, harder, and greedier than ever before as he chased his own orgasm. 

‘‘Gonna pump you full of my cum, my beautiful baby, oh-- oh god, yes..’‘ He spared your clit from further abuse, instead grabbing your waist to pull your body up, wrapping his arms around you to hold you close, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. His hips stuttered after a few more deep thrusts, and he came; so, so hard. A throaty moan slipped past his lips, the attempt to muffle himself into your skin was useless-- you felt too fucking good.

‘‘I’m cumming so much, baby..’‘ He whined, remaining deep inside of your flesh as his cock throbbed, filling you up with his spurts of white, hot cum.

‘‘You’re filling me up so well, Jin...’‘ You breathed out a praise, one so sweet that it had his heart skipping a beat. He pulled back to look at you, cupping your face in his large hands. He leaned in to kiss your swollen lips, so softly that it felt like silk grazing your skin.

Seokjin smiled into the kiss, his thumbs rubbing your cheeks as he whispered...

‘‘You’re crazy beautiful.’‘

© sombreboy 2020. Do not edit, repost or translate.

[twokinkybeans]

Filled [BREEDING KINK]

Hi everyone! Lien here! As a nice and fun addition to our Jar of Dirt challenge, Kim and I decided to join! I got “breeding kink” from the jar, so here’s what I wrote! I hope you enjoy! <3

Summary: It's been a while since Peter and Tony pulled a piece of paper from the jar... Which kink will they be exploring today?

Written by: Lien Warnings: Adult Peter Parker, breeding kink, slight choking (more like, Tony resting his hand on the Peter's throat), daddy kink, some INTENSE dirty talk, rough sex, mention of using the Swissy, slight oral, Peter’s prostate is referred to as a G-spot.

Read “Filled” on AO3. (We posted a new fic called “Jar of Dirt - Continuation” where we will post Ti Amo verse one shots as chapters! <3)

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Tony and Peter are seated on the couch, the jar resting between Peter’s crossed legs. He’s bent over it, hugging it tightly and tilting his head to glance up at Tony’s crooked smirk. “Been a while, hasn’t it?” The older man chuckles. Their sex had been so satisfying lately that they almost forgot about the jar. Peter, however, suggested they try something new again, feeling the pull of the little secretive pieces of paper grow stronger over time. “Sure has,” Peter says, biting his bottom lip. “Whose turn is it anyways?” “I honestly don’t remember, kid. Why don’t you do the honors.” Tony smiles and gestures at the jar before leaning back slightly. There are still kinks in there that Tony would’ve felt uncomfortable about sharing before, but now that Peter occasionally wants to be his puppy, there’s nothing Tony thinks would put his boyfriend off. Where Tony was nervous about the jar at first, he’s more than comfortable now. Peter sits up straight and pushes his hand into the jar, rummaging aggressively before pulling out one of Tony’s papers. He shows it off, wiggling his eyebrows and raising the tension, before unfolding it to read what’s on it. Tony did not expect this response. Peter frowns. Suddenly, the pit in Tony’s stomach that he thought would be gone forever is back. Does Peter not like what’s on the paper? “Well?” Tony asks, nervously sniffing his nose and sitting up again, shoulders tensed. “What’s it say?” “I, eh… I don’t understand how this would work.” “Can’t explain it if you don’t tell me, Pete.” The young man now turns the paper and shows off Tony’s capitalized handwriting. Breeding. “You can’t exactly breed me, I- I don’t have a womb or anything.” There’s a beat. Tony stares at Peter wide eyed before bursting into laughter, clutching his stomach as he falls back against the couch. Peter immediately sputters, putting the jar on the coffee table and raising his hands confused. “What? I don’t!” “After everything we’ve done in the bedroom, you draw the line here? You’re not a dog either, yet your cock jolts at the mere idea of being my puppy.” “I know- I know-” “Would you try it?” Peter’s eyes are big and round, staring at Tony’s squinting ones. It’s quiet for a second. “What should I expect?” Peter counters with a question of his own. Tony thinks for a little bit, pressing his lips on top of each other and looking at the ceiling, pondering. When he finally figures out what to say, he pulls Peter in his lap. The young man gasps at how hard his boyfriend already is.

“It’s not exactly baby-making. It’s more… Feral. Raw. An ultimate act of togetherness, binding us-” Tony presses a kiss on Peter’s jaw. The boy angles his head to the side, exposing his neck more so the billionaire has better access. A soft moan escapes his lips, encouraging Tony to keep going. “It’s about claiming you. Filling you up with my seed and keeping it there as a reminder to you that you’re mine…” “Yes,” Peter sighs while pushing his crotch down into Tony’s lap. “Yours.” The slow, absent minded roll of his hips is already turning into a gentle rut and he shifts slightly, trying to find the right angle to induce the most pleasure in both of them. “I take it you want to try it?” Tony chuckles darkly. “Mm, aren’t we already doing it?” Peter’s reply has Tony grasp his boyfriend’s ass and squeeze hard. Peter yelps and pushes his face in the crook of Tony’s neck. “Cheeky little brat.” “Daddy,” Peter whines softly, the vibrations of his voice rumbling through Tony’s body from the neck where Peter’s mouth is sucking at his skin to the tip of his cock. “Oh, aren’t you needy all of a sudden…” Tony can’t help but tease, wanting his sub desperate before he fucks him. The delicious rub of Peter’s crotch against his is making him growl. Peter’s mouth travels up to Tony’s sweet spot, right below his ear, where his jaw meets his skull. The boy licks and presses and open mouthed kiss on the skin. “Always needy for you-” Peter moans. “Need your touch, need your love, need your cock, I need it, daddy, please-” “Hmm, beg so nicely,” Tony purrs as his hands push Peter down into him further. “How about we take this to the bedroom?” Peter pulls back quickly to look Tony in the eye. His pupils are dilated with lust and he nods eagerly with his jaw slacked. It takes Tony a bit of effort to get up, carrying Peter with him, due to his older back, but when they reach their destination, he swiftly tosses Peter on the bed, immediately climbing on top of him. His hands don’t hesitate, pulling Peter’s sweatpants and underwear down, freeing the boy’s cock. Peter moans when Tony’s rough fingers glide over the hard shaft. “D-daddy,” Peter whimpers as Tony’s mouth laps at his lower abdomen, skilfully evading where Peter wants his touch the most. “Hmm?” Tony purrs as he looks up at Peter with big eyes, his tongue not leaving his lover’s skin. “Such a meanie!” Peter exclaims as he drops his head back onto the mattress, hips jerking involuntarily at Tony’s barely satisfying attention. His legs spread more, knees pulled in slightly in the hopes that his Daddy will do more. He needs more. “Oh, honeybunch, I won’t give you what you want unless you use your words. I want to hear the filth spill from your lips.” Peter gasps, arching his back off the bed and squeezing his eyes shut, when a finger breaches his crack and starts circling the rim like a crystal glass. “Sh-shit!” “Oh, sweet Peter…” Tony coos, dipping in the finger only slightly before pulling back and continuing his teasing. “You’re still so loose from this morning… Think you can take me without prep?” “P-please, daddy- I can’t- I-” “Speak.” Peter’s knuckles turn white, clenching the silk sheets in his fist. His cock throbs against his abdomen, leaking precum from just the teasing and it’s when his Daddy plays with his hole like this that he realizes how empty he feels. How he wants to be filled. Needs to be filled. In a rare moment of clarity, he thinks back to the piece of paper he’d almost forgotten about and a rush of arousal surges through him when he thinks about what was written on it. “W-want your cum, daddy, w-want you to fill me up with your big cock and fuck me hard-OH!” Peter’s eyes open wide and he gasps when Tony plunges in with two fingers, immediately pressing against the sweet spot that makes Peter see stars. His daddy knows his body so well, that finding it is as easy as finding the fridge in the kitchen. It’s so natural, so normal, he could do it blindfolded. “Oh, yes, yes.” Tony growls, wrapping his lips around the head of Peter’s dick, making him cry out in ecstasy. “More.” “Want to stretch and squ-ah! Squeeze!” Peter’s words are accompanied by action as he clenches and unclenches around Tony’s relentless digits. “Want to milk your cock, need all your cum, daddy- I- I need it inside me, want you to stuff my ass, fill me up, daddy, please-!” Tony suddenly lets go of Peter completely, pulling back his hands and mouth and leaving Peter gasping, tears forming in the corners of his eyes from frustration. Tony takes off his shirt, pulls down his own sweats and throws them away stroking his hard shaft a few times to show it off. Peter’s eyes open wide, mouth agape, still panting and convulsing at the loss of attention. He has to swallow before he drools at the sight in front of him. No matter how old, Tony is stunning and hot and fuck- “Want this?” Tony asks rhetorically, continuing jerking his cock and angling his body to give Peter the best view of the throbbing shaft. Peter can hear the blood pumping through the prominent veins and he nods. He can’t blink. Not as long as this moment is lasting. “I don’t want it, Daddy-” he gasps. “I- I need it.” “Oh.” Tony crawls up on the bed again, until his balls hang over Peter’s face. The boy lays flat, completely slacked, at his Daddy’s mercy. Tony pushes his cock down with his hand, pressing it into Peter’s face. Peter immediately opens his mouth as a reflex, wanting to take his Daddy’s cock, press his tongue against it and suck it like an icicle. “Shit, Peter, you’re absolute filth-”

“For you, for you, Daddy, for you-” Peter chants as he laps at the dick in front of him. Tony shudders and quickly pulls back, not wanting to cum on Peter’s face. No, not today. His cum is going to be somewhere else… Peter whines softly when Tony denies him once again, but he remains still, knowing exactly what’s to come if he’s a- “Good boy…” Tony finishes the thought for Peter and the boy lets out a high pitched chuckle. Tony angles himself, pushing Peter’s legs slightly wider again before lubing himself up nicely. “No condom?” Peter asks suddenly. The question confuses Tony for a second until he realizes what his boyfriend means. He’s playing along. The head of Tony’s cock quickly finds Peter’s winking hole, causing the sub to suck in a breath. “No condom,” Tony growls. “You’re gonna get what you asked for, baby, no holding back. I’m gonna fuck you and fill you. You’ll be crying out my name as you clench down on me.” He pushes in and immediately rolls his hips without remorse or hesitation, feeling the sweet tightness of Peter’s barely prepped heat around him. The boy squeals, but Tony pays it no mind. “And when I’m done with you- when you’re full of my cum, I’m gonna plug you up, buttercup.” Tony grins at his little rhyme and picks up the pace, chasing his high and positioning himself so he grinds against Peter’s insides so deliciously, the boy moans lewdly with every thrust. “My seed’s gonna stay right there, coating you white and pooling inside you- and- and-” Tony can barely keep up with himself, his pace and his words dizzying both of them. His hands grip Peter’s, holding the boy down while circling his thumbs over the soft skin of Peter’s hands. His eyes bore through his boyfriend’s, making it so much more intimate and real. “When you wake up tomorrow morning, rutting your little cock against my thigh and twisting and twirling the plug, squishing my cum inside you in a desperate attempt to find release, I’m gonna pull it out and stuff you again and again and again.” The older man starts losing his rhythm, completely lost in his fantasies while he’s living them. “My cum will be the only lube you get, so you better make me cum hard, go on Peter, make me cum-” Peter cries out in pleasure, not knowing what to do other than take this intense attack of lust. Tony’s been aggressive in bed before, but never like this. Peter pulls up his legs, wrapping them around Tony’s waist and pressing himself down onto the man’s cock further, helping him regain his fast rhythm. “D-daddy-” “That’s it, Peter, beg for it- beg for your Daddy-” “Please, please, fill me up, I need it, I need your cum, claim me, make me yours, Daddy- Breed me.” That does it. Tony’s roar is nearly feral as his hips crash against Peter’s. His balls slap against the boy’s skin and the force of his thrusts has Peter’s dick bounce on his abdomen. Peter is startled by a new, sudden, rhythmic noise in time with their thrusts until he realizes the bed is creaking. Tony’s 100k bed, the bed he designed to withstand anything they do, is creaking. Peter’s eyes roll back as they both continue to slam into each other. Filthy, pornographic moans, the loud slapping of skin and breathless gasps fill the otherwise quiet room. “Yes, Pete, I’m so close, so close,” Tony chants, his voice nothing more than a deep, low growl. They’re both losing their rhythm now. Tony lets go of one of Peter’s hands and grasps his jaw, squeezing his throat slightly for a lack of collar. He needs to remind Peter he’s owned. “You’re mine.” “Y-yours,” Peter replies mindlessly, relishing in how Tony’s cock hits his G-spot over and over and over and- “I own you. Every part of your being is mine and mine alone-” “Yes, yes, yes!” “Stroke your cock, Pete, make yourself feel good for me.” Peter obeys without question, his sense of reality completely bent by the intense pleasure. He cries out when his fingers find his shaft and he starts pumping and pumping and pumping and oh, God- “Yes, Peter, be a good boy for your Daddy.” Tony hisses. “Come.” Peter’s release is white and hot and Tony keeps thrusting while Peter rides his high, coating himself with his cum. The young man screams for his Daddy, sobbing and gasping and smiling like a madman because, fuck, this is everything. “Are you ready for my seed?” The man groans as his sub’s body starts going limp beneath him, getting ready to take it all as he basks in the afterglow, nodding with a goofy grin on his face. Tony’s relentless thrusts are erratic at this point. “So good for me, Peter, so good- I’m gonna fill you up, breed you, make you mine forever.” “Do it, Daddy,” Peter’s voice croaks. “I’m yours, Daddy, make me yours. Give me everything and more- ” Tony cries out as he spills into Peter. Time and space have lost their meaning. It’s just them in their bedroom right now. Nothing more, nothing less. Tony’s hips slowly still, but he remains sheathed inside Peter. He lowers himself onto his boyfriend and kisses him with all the love he carries. “Thank you, Peter,” Tony sighs. “This was something else-” “It sure was, holy shit-” Peter is still panting, but the everlasting smile on his face tells Tony enough. They lay there for a while, quietly enjoying each other. Peter feels full in the best possible way and he can’t help but whine when Tony slowly pulls out. “D-daddy-” “Ssh, sweetness, I’m just grabbing the Swissy real quick,” Tony chuckles, reaching for the bedside drawers. “Wouldn’t want it to waste any of my cum now, would we?” Peter can’t help but laugh softly as he pushes his hips up, hoping gravity will stop Tony’s seed from dripping down his thighs. “Should have it ready next time, Daddy,” Peter teases. Tony turns back to Peter, Swissy in hand and cocks an eyebrow. “Bratty again already?” Peter playfully purses his lips and Tony shakes his head with a grin. “Well then,” he starts, inching closer to Peter with a dangerous sparkle in his eye. “I guess we’re just gonna have to make that plug vibrate all night don’t we?”

[diorsho]

absolute power

prompt: “come on, it isn’t that hard!”

words: 914

paring: bakugou x reader

warnings: talks of fighting and some kissing but nothin’ bad !

an: this is an entry for xin’s 1k raffle ! i couldn’t be more proud of her ! 1k is a big deal and they reached that number 🥺 i rewrote this piece from something i drabbled a year ish ago and its loosely from the gone series hehe but anyways,, you’re amazing xin and i’m so happy that i can call us friends and that the bookclub brought us together !! i hope you’re well <3 be happy and healthy, u deserve the world !!

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"Power corrupts," Y/n said softly.

"Yeah," Bakugou said sarcastically. "I've heard that. Power corrupts, absolute power corrupts. I forgot who said it." Silence hung in the air, it wasn't constricting though. "I made a lot of mistakes Y/n. I don't want to keep making mistakes either. And I don't want to be him. I don't want to be Midoriya. I want to..." Bakugou spread his arms wide, a gesture of helplessness. The two were overlooking the surrounding area from a tree and the rest of their friends scattered throughout. "I just want to live. I want to get away from everything." Bakugou wanted all the fighting to stop so he could finally be a teenager. 

"You won't be corrupted, Katsuki. You wouldn't do those things. You’re better than him." He moved slightly to turn to face her. Y/n moved to close the distance between them. Their bodies close enough where he could feel the warmth radiating from her.

"How can you be so sure?" Bakugou questioned. Self doubt could be seen peeking through his eyes."Well, two reasons. First, it's just not you. Sure you can be a dick sometimes, but that's just you. Plus of course you felt a rush from the power. Who wouldn't? but, you pushed it away. You didn't grab at it, you pushed it away. You’re so much different than the three of them. You’re better than all of them in every way imaginable. You're you. Not Midoriya, Iida, or Uraraka. And that's only reason number one." Bakugou wanted to agree, wanted to accept what she said, but he felt he knew better. He couldn’t believe the words coming from his lovers mouth.

"Don't be so sure." Bakugou scratched the back of his head. Y/n sighed and reached for his hands with hers to hold.

"Do you want to know reason number two?" Bakugou locked eyes with her and nodded. 

"You have me." Y/n smiled.

"Do I?"

"Yes."

Bakugou felt the anger and frustration drain from him like someone pulled a plug. For a long moment he was lost gazing in her eyes. She was so close to him it was almost hard to breathe. His heart shifted to a deeper rhythm that had vibrated his whole body. There were mere inches between them. Bakugou closed the distance by half, then stopped. He sighed, "I can't kiss you with your little brother watching," Bakugou smirked and he felt her groan against his lips. 

“Come on, it isn’t that hard! Just kiss me.” Bakugou shook his head and Y/n finally stepped back, took Katsuma by the shoulders and turned him around so he faced the opposite way. Y/n turned to face him again and smiled. She grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him to her. "How about now?"

Bakugou smiled again and wrapped his hands around her waist, closing the little distance that was between them. Her figure settled perfectly with his. His body shifted so her body laid against the tree while he held her. "Perfect." He watched her close her eyes, the eyes that he had fallen in love with so long ago. Everything seemed to be moving painfully slow. Bakugou wanted to remember this moment forever. He looked at all of her facial features. Her eyes that sparkled from the sunlight above them to the freckles that had dusted the bridge of her nose and cheekbones. They weren't even prominent, just faint enough to see. Yet somehow they seemed to form constellations. The small scars that covered her face that showed what she’s been through made him want to kiss her all over.  Her lips were a pretty pink color and from what he knew it was her favorite chapstick, peaches.

 He finally came back to reality and moved his lips closer. He felt her lips against his. It was like heaven, they were so soft and pink. He moved his hands up to her face and held her, afraid that something could tear them from one another. He never wanted to lose her. Bakugou would do anything for her. She pressed her lips against his with a bit of strength and he pushed right back. His hands caressed the sides of her face and it was almost like she shivered under her touch despite the heat from the sun. Y/n pushed his shoulders slightly and he let go. He rested his forehead against hers and she breathed heavily. 

"Thought you weren't going to let me go for a second." She laughed while he smiled, her laughter did something to him. His stomach was doing backflips and his skin felt like it was on fire. The sound brought happiness and joy whenever it was heard.

Bakugou moved from her forehead and pushed his face in the crook of her neck. He pulled her close, Y/n’s arms laid on his shoulders while his were on her waist. He felt a small kiss on the side of his head. Bakugou felt his heartbeat quicken and he smiled. He moved to see Katsuma sitting with Kirishima while Kaminari was off by himself looking at the river. His other friends were busy doing other things as they prepared to leave the next morning. He hugged his girlfriend’s body close to him and let her scent overtake him. These were his people. the people he could count on and who wouldn't let him down. Bakugou loved his people, even if he did find some of them barely tolerable.

~~~

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[despairforme]

𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚂𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙾𝙳𝙳𝙻𝚈 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙵𝙸𝙲 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂

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tagging: @elxfi​ , @dokvhana​ , @grimmjxw​ , @megumua-eaglearchcorp-2lotte​ ( ryo ) , @scrpent​  @lizardmuses​ ( emil ).

1.     WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE?  

Nnoitra’s natural scent isn’t as strong as he would LIKE it ( strong smell = macho in his mind ). That’s simply because he doesn’t sweat much. If he’s been exerting himself, and especially if he has been running, he’ll have a stronger body smell. On a daily basis, Nnoitra smells like his deodorant, a really cheap one that has some random perfume. His hair smells like his shampoo ( he forgets to buy a new one for himself so he’ll often use Grimmjow’s shampoo ). His clothes ( when clean ) smell of the cheap detergent that they use for their laundry. 

2.    WHAT DO YOUR MUSE’S HANDS FEEL LIKE?  

Nnoitra has large, bony hands with prominent veins and scarred knuckles. His fingers are skinny. Because he doesn’t really use his hands for much rough work, his skin isn’t as rough as he would like it to be. He always wraps his hands and wears gloves when he fights. His fingertips are sharp and can sometimes have a rougher texture. His knuckles are almost always torn, and he has permanent scars on them. The skin here has a rougher texture than the rest of his hands. In winter, his hands are somewhat dry, but not to the point of his skin getting flaky. Compared to how Nnoitra would’ve liked his hands to feel like, they are on the softer side. Nnoitra’s hands are always warm. 

3.     WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY EAT IN A DAY?

Anything. Nnoitra wakes up a good few hours before Grimmjow. If there are any left-overs from the night before in the fridge ( there hardly ever is ), he’ll eat that and then go back to bed. If not, he’ll go out and buy himself lunch. Nnoitra often goes for fast-food options, and he often eats Chinese food. If he’s buying himself breakfast, he goes for the “breakfast menu” at whatever fastfood joint he’s at, which means he gets a large and unhealthy breakfast. Nnoitra’s lunch is usually Grimmjow’s breakfast, and Nnoitra will bring back food for his boyfriend - and then steal a good portion of it -. Dinner is usually a heat-up meal, a microwave meal, or canned food ( since neither Nnoitra or Grimmjow can cook ). They will typically heat up a 4 person meal, and Nnoitra will eat the majority. Nnoitra doesn’t snack every day, but if he does, he’s snacking, it’s because he’s bought something on sale. Potato chips, pastries, cookies, chocolate, candy, ice cream - he’s got a big sweet tooth. After dinner, he goes to work, and if he’s feeling hungry on his way home, he’ll buy himself some spring-rolls ( that he sometimes manages to save til next day ). Nnoitra’s diet is very unhealthy but high in calories. Nnoitra needs a diet with lots of calories because of his metabolism. 

 4.     DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE A GOOD SINGING VOICE?

Surprisingly, yes. Nnoitra’s voice has a pretty broad specter, as he can bring it up surprisingly high ( though it’s extra raspy up there ). His normal voice is deep and hoarse, making his singing-voice a bit growly. Nnoitra’s voice claim is Nobutoshi Canna, and not his dub actor. Nnoitra is not a fan of singing, since he sees singing as a ‘ happy ‘ thing, and he simply isn’t that sort of person. However, when he’s in a good mood and listening to some rad music, he might sing along. TALKING . SINGING . 

5.     DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY BAD HABITS OR NERVOUS TICKS?

Nnoitra’s nervous tick is that he scratches his ribs or his collar bone. When he’s very uncomfortable, he’ll tug his fingertips under his ribs and pull them outward, as if to crack them. He’ll also occasionally pick on the scars on his knuckles, but this is more a sign of boredom than anything else. As for bad habits? He drags his feet when he walks, and slouches pretty badly when he’s feeling down ( which is a lot of the time ). He also grits his teeth a lot, often without realizing it. 

6.     WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY LOOK LIKE, WEAR?

Nnoitra’s most prominent features are his height, and his eye-patch. Nnoitra has got a narrow, rather long face. His chin is pointy, his lips thin and his mouth wide. He’s got a habit of wearing a pretty hostile expression, with his big, white teeth showing. His single visible eye is stormy grey like the clouds in a thunderstorm. His eye is narrow, and tilted at an angle. Nnoitra’s appearance is ‘ Asian ‘ in some ways ( since he is part Chinese ), but he also have more western features. His nose is pointy and he’s got prominent cheekbones. He’s got a long, skinny neck with blue veins and his adam’s apple is clearly visible. Nnoitra is pale, so any imperfections/marks on his skin are easy to spot. Nnoitra’s neck appears less skinny than it really is, because of his long hair. It also hides the fact that his face is rather narrow, making it appear wider. Nnoitra’s hair is usually pretty clean, and in winter he wears it down. In summer he’ll put it up in a messy bun, because it’s simply too warm to wear it down.

Nnoitra wears shabby clothes. He has incredibly broad shoulders ( even for his height, they are broad ), and so it’s hard for him to find clothes that fit. He tends to get his clothes from shops that sell clothes for morbidly obese people, because these are the only t-shirts/shirts that will actually fit him. Because of his skinny body, the t-shirts always look very wide and baggy on him. He usually chooses discreet, dark colors. Black and grey are his go-to, but he also wears red, blue, military green and occasionally yellow. He’s not a fan of bright greens, pinks or purple and won’t wear these colors. He prefer to wear hoodies, but in winter he has a big, black coat that he also wears. Nnoitra likes clothes that are comfortable, easy to move in - and that hide his skinny frame. Finding pants that fit him is really hard, so he only has a few pairs which he has used to death. They are very warn out and torn. They fit him pretty well, but do look a bit saggy ( especially behind, since Nnoitra’s ass is flat ). He wears socks ( whichever ones are clean-ish ), and his big army boots, with a slight heel. These too are very worn out.

For accessories, Nnoitra always wears his large eye-patch that covers a good portion of his face. He also wears six leather bracelets, three around each wrist. Again, they are worn out. 

 7.     IS YOUR MUSE AFFECTIONATE? HOW MUCH? HOW SO?

Verbally? No. Nnoitra has a hard time expressing his emotions, regardless of which emotion he’s feeling. He’s especially bad at telling his boyfriend he loves him. He somehow feels like it’s tacky and lame. He also sees it as weak and ‘ girly ‘ to talk about his feelings. It always takes a lot out of him to say affectionate things. He’s less stressed out about giving compliments, and these are more or less his go-to when it comes to verbal affection. It’s much easier for him to admit that he thinks Grimmjow LOOKS good, rather than expressing his love for him. When it comes to being verbally affectionate, Nnoitra’s most affectionate moments happen during - and after - sex. These are the times he’s most likely to tell Grimmjow that he loves him. He’ll also usually return affection, so if Grimmjow is the first one to say ‘ I love you ‘, he’ll say it back.

It’s much easier for Nnoitra to be physically affectionate, and his love-language is definitely on the physical side of things. While he’s not big on public affection ( he won’t even hold Grimmjow’s hand ), he does get affectionate in private. Nnoitra’s ultimate form of affection is kissing. This is how he expresses his love and devotion. He will often pull Grimmjow close or lean down to kiss him. He also likes to touch him. Mostly it’s just casual, like a hand in his hair. He’s not one to hold back when they are alone though, so if he wants to pull him into his lap and hold him? He’ll do that. To Nnoitra, sex is another way of expressing affection ( if it’s done right ), so him pleasuring Grimmjow is a way for him to show that he loves him ( since Nnoitra under normal circumstances wouldn’t care about his partner’s pleasure ).

Other forms of affection that Nnoitra can display come across because he thinks about Grimmjow ALL the time. If he sees a cat while he’s out? He’ll think: Grimmjow would like this cat, and he’ll take a snap of it and send it to Grimmjow. If he’s buying himself some candy? He’ll buy some sour ones for Grimmjow. He makes sure there is always coffee and cat food so that Grimmjow won’t have to worry about these things. 

8.     WHAT POSITION DOES YOUR MUSE SLEEP IN?

If he sleeps alone ( which he never does ), Nnoitra has a habit of sleeping on his stomach. It comes from an unconscious need to protect his vital organs. He’s a very light sleeper, and doesn’t move much while asleep. This is a good thing because of his hair, which could get stuck under him and the tugging could wake him up if he moves around too much. When he sleeps with Grimmjow, he usually sleeps on his back ( he feels much more comfortable when he’s sleeping with Grimmjow ), and his boyfriend will have his face buried in the crook of his neck, or he’ll be resting his head on his chest. Nnoitra tends to tangle his legs with Grimmjow’s while they sleep, and he usually has a hand in the other’s hair. Grimmjow sometimes wakes Nnoitra up during the night with snoring. Nnoitra doesn’t snore ( if he did, he would wake himself up all the time ). 

9.     COULD YOU HEAR YOUR MUSE IN THE HALLWAY FROM ANOTHER ROOM?

Not normally. Nnoitra moves quietly ( which means he can sometimes sneak up on Grimmjow and startle him ), and he talks at a normal level unless he’s raising his voice. Nnoitra’s deep, hoarse voice goes in somewhat of a monotone so it’s not easy to hear it from a distance. That being said - Nnoitra can speak loudly when he’s annoyed or excited. 

[marauder--harder]

do u think u could describe how u envision the marauders to look?? i think it would be fun to see your interpretation of them

Okay ever since I got my new fancy laptop I have been trying to work up my skills to the point where I could actually draw the marauders as I have envisioned them but I am nowhere near that skill range yet so this is the next best thing. 

It really depends on the age of the marauders on how I view them and my moon so if you see my work (hopefully) someday and it doesn’t look anything like this description, fight me 

James Potter:

he’s the most varied marauder I think of, his appearance constantly changing slightly

okay so I see him as someone who is maybe poc, maybe not it really depends on my mood as to how I view him 

for sure he is tanned though

no pale ass motherfucker here, you know?

like even if he was white the hours of practice on the field has him a perfect golden glow about 75% of the year

he’s the definition of ‘sunkissed’ every year when he comes back to hogwarts (whatever your ethnicity you picture for him, fight me on this, you can’t deny that he isn’t just radiating from how much sun he has gotten. he’s just beaming, regardless if he’s white, or black, or indian, or whatever)

has messy, curly, black hair that has looked the same from years 1-6

looser curls, nothing too springy (in my usual headcanon for him) 

year 7 he cuts his hair, and really it is just a trim, and finally learns how to make his messy hair work for him (totally has just a bit of 70′s greaser look to it, with no product of course because we already know that nothing tames his hair)

the darkest hazel colored eyes that are always full of expression (it is what makes him a shit liar tbh)

is moderately tall (something he boasted about in his youth until Remus hit his growth spurt and then so did Sirius)

I put him to be about 5′11 by the end of his 7th year (which is above average of the English man, although if he was Indian from the UK then this makes sense as there have been studies that show that Indians from the UK are significantly taller)

has the build of the mix between a swimmer and a baseball player

lean boy, who is very toned essentially

has the biggest smile

lips on the thinner side

hard jaw, soft eyes, prominent nose

high cheekbones and slender face

ears that stick out just slightly

long ass eyelashes that he hates because of his glasses

size 10 shoe (US sizing)

Sirius Black: 

my pale, pale bean (only in the winter) 

has a naturally fair complexion but does get tan in the warmer seasons as he is often outside (with James especially after he moved in with him)

had his hair cut short as a kid and hated it, thus when he got to Hogwarts he was so happy that he didn’t have to cut his hair

that’s what made him grow it out

he’d take good care of his hair, as it was a very big source of pride for him, taking it as a symbol of independence from the house of Black

by the time 6th year hit it was almost resting on the tips of his shoulders

has shiny, wavy black hair (looks damn good in a bun, which he would only do when playing sports)

broader and more stocky than James naturally, just a wider build

more of a wrestler’s physique I suppose (not giant but like mediocre wrestling, probably in the 160ish weight class??)

thicc thighs

sometimes I think he is slightly bow-legged???

shorter than James by half an inch until the end of 6th year

by the time he is a grown adult he is 6′0 but once he comes back from Azkaban he is 5′11 if not 5′10 because he can’t hold himself the way he used to

chiseled features, yet still soft somehow

eyebrow game is strong with him

always a mischievous streak in his grey eyes 

has crows feet and smile lines when he laughs

flashing, pearly white grin

not thin lips but not necessarily plush either; pretty average (albeit talented)

small ears but he hides them well with his hair

also has a piercing in them

size 11.5 shoe (US sizing)

Remus Lupin

lanky boy

literally all gangly pile of arms and legs until 6th year

was the scrawniest boy, always slightly taller but never considered tall in his youth

his scars used to be a lot darker as a kid, more of a pink color but they fade to a whiter color as he ages

has a scar across the bridge of his nose, down the side of his temple and jaw to his throat

two more longer ones across his right collarbone

floppiest mop of sandy brown curls on his head 

wears glasses for reading (they are square)

after his 5th year summer he comes back taller than all the other boys

is at least 6′2 but I lean more towards 6′3, fight me

broad shoulders

over time his scrawniness turns into toned leanness (if that makes any sense)

like he still looks scrawny until you take a closer look and notice the subtle tone in his arms

b r o a d   s h o u l d e r s 

literally if you want a better description, read TTY ;)

green eyes that shift from lighter to darker depending on the lighting and seasons (darker in warmer months, lighter in the winter)

literally the palest thing ever 

perpetual darker circles under his eyes from lack of sleep (giving the appearance of dopey exhaustion, not being ill)

lush, pink lips that contrast greatly against his fair skin

chapped lips from September through April that he makes worse by constantly licking his lips

perfectly straight teeth on top (a few crooked ones on the bottom but nothing too major)

freckles. freckles. freckles. 

all over his cheeks and nose and down his arms and across his back. it is lovely.

prominent adam’s apple

slender, long face with defined jaw (only after 6th year)

legs for days (all of his pants are just a tad too short and it is so endearing because of his patterned socks)

defined cupid’s bow!!

size 13 shoe (US sizing)

Peter Pettigrew: 

slightly chubby

like a little bit thicker thighs and a tummy, someone who looks like they haven’t lost their baby fat yet

shortest of the gang, about 5′7 or 5′8

blonde hair, dark blue eyes that everyone say is the prettiest thing about him

a slightly olive complexion

burns like mad in the sun, can never get a tan

freckles all over his face

the most adorably pinch-able cheeks,

high cheekbones and round face, very soft features

long eyelashes, rivals any girl and everyone is mad jealous

cute button nose

thin lips

big ears that grows into fairly quickly (by the end of 2nd year) but is always self conscious about them

had an outie belly button until the age of like 4 and then it reduced to an innie

crooked teeth and never had braces, hated smiling too wide because of it

always had an innocent look about him, even when he was being a little creep 

has a sweet smile, regardless of the fact that he doesn’t like to do it

soft shoulders (like not broad or very square, if that makes any sense)

size 9.5 shoe (US sizing)