#sweet anons>>>

[lilquokka04]

Ok, I just want to mention this, something about Chan's throat is attractive and I really want to bite him on the Adam's apple, not enough to hurt him but enough to leave a mark. And I imagine he'd be whining and writhing below you as you do so.

Minors DNI

Oooh for sure. Everything about that man just makes me want to bite. Especially with how pale his skin is 🫣 I bet marks would look really pretty.

He'd be working on music like normal while you're curled up in his lap, face buried in his neck. But you start to get bored so you just start leaving little kisses all over his throat, making him chuckle at the ticklish feeling. But his laughing quickly turns to gasps and moans as you start sucking marks onto his pale skin, licking and biting to your heart's content as he squirms under you. His focus is long gone and all he can think about is how pretty his neck is gonna look when you're done. By the time you're done he's one touch away from busting in his shorts 😔

I didn't find much, but when you can see the veins in his neck I just wanna 🥴

[cloudedcreams]

thinking of a yandere! who's avatar is always customised as you.

it's a quirk really. you don't know him, but you've been viewing his content for a while. it makes you feel special, seeing the features uncannily match your appearance, as he clothes them in shades of pink and white.

you felt bold one day, lingering over the chat one day as you typed out a message. the chat was slow that day, but you still expected your comment to be drowned out.

'oo she's pretty!! is she your gf or smth? ^o^'

his eyes skimmed over your comment, a grin lighting up upon his face. he leaned against his arms, licking his lips as he thought up a response.

"wouldn't you like to know?" he read over your name and you could feel your heart flutter. he stared into the camera with such intensity, playing with a strand of his hair with a small blush painting his cheeks. he cleared his throat.

"w-well i'd like her to be. you should ask her for me." he said. it was a small interaction, one you thought you'd never know the meaning behind, but you didn't know the truth behind his intentions.

[dailyheavymedic]

Could you do one where Heavy and Medic watch a horror film and Medic is just criticizing the fake gore and blood

Also you're an amazing artist and I love your art!! Keep doing what you love :]

day 72

They are doing a horror movie marathon, Medic loves to pause and nitpick or comment about certain effects while Heavy has been trying not to fall asleep for an hour now

[readwritealldayallnight]

im on my knees begging for jealous Simon headcanons 🧎🏻‍♀️

The thing about Simon is, he really has no reason to get jealous when it comes to you, and he knows it

He knows there isn’t anyone else who could make you smile so much your cheeks hurt, no one else who could make you laugh until you claim you’re going to pee your pants, no one else who could make you feel as good as he does, in oh so many ways, because you tell him so

You tell him that those same feelings of being loved, understood, appreciated, and wanted, those very feelings that you make him feel each and every day, he gives them back to you a thousand times over

He knows when you look in his eyes and tell him that you love him, that there isn’t a doubt in your mind that he is the only one for you, and nothing or anyone could ever change that

You’re as smitten with him as he is with you

Still though, Simon does have eyes

And while the logical part of his brain is telling him that he’s got no reason to be gritting his teeth and clenching his fists underneath the table, he can’t help but grow more and more frustrated with the way Soap and Gaz continue to flirt shamelessly with you

To be fair, you had warned him that keeping your relationship a complete secret from everyone would likely result is moments where Simon would have to watch you get hit on, and simply have to grin and bear it

That didn’t mean it was any easier, watching his only best mates try and work their charm on you, all while he sits at the same table and watches you roll your eyes at their advances

“Aw, come on love, just one chance, s’all I ask for!” The handsome, young sergeant practically whines to you, cheeky grin plastered across his features as he tries in vain to convince you to let him take you out some time

“Pfft, ye’d be nothin’ but a waste o’ her time, Garrick. We wouldn’t even ‘ave to to leave base for me to show ye a good time, bonnie.” The Scotsman winks at you, pointedly ignoring the way Gaz elbows him in the ribs at his comment

Throughout the entire exchange, Ghost’s gaze has never left your face, watching every time you scoff and roll your eyes at the men’s antics, reminding himself that you’re his, and he is yours, and the two sergeants are nothing more than pains in both of your asses

Finished with your pitiful meal from the dining hall, you stand from the table with your tray gathered in your hands, flipping your hair over one shoulder as you look towards the men trying to win your affection

“Once again, gentleman,” you say to them, knowing that they’re listening to your every word and watching your every move. “I don’t fraternize with colleagues. At least not the Sergeants.”

The two men groan in feeble protest at the mention of their ranks, having heard this reasoning from you before

“Ach, what if I get myself demoted, lass? I ken I could do that, easy!” Soap teases you, only kind of joking

“Mmm, don’t think that’ll work.” You reply, beginning to slowly walk away from the group, but not before glancing over you shoulder to lock eyes with Ghost and add, “You might have to become a Lieutenant. Those are more my type.”

The two Sergeants are staring after you, slightly gobsmacked, while their Lieutenant hides an overly smug and satisfied grin beneath his mask, shielding the pride that spread through him at your words

“Shite, sounds like you might ‘ave a chance, LT.” Soap laughs, smacking Ghost across the shoulder in a playful gesture, thinking that the larger man would never actually pursue you, let alone sleep in your bed almost every night

It’s a few weeks later when you and the rest of the 141 are all out for drinks at a nearby pub however, when Simon finds his instincts growing stronger than his insecurities

Because that’s just it isn’t it? He’s not feeling insecure when he sees you walk towards the bar by yourself to order a new drink, at least a dozen pairs of eyes watching you weave through the crowd in hopes of making a move on you

He’s not feeling insecure when he watches some tipsy idiot try and pretend he’s drunker than he really he is when he ‘accidentally’ bumps into you, apparently feeling the need to put his hands on you as he apologizes

He’s not feeling insecure when he watches you shove the guy off, reading your lips he knows so well as you tell the guy you’re not interested, nor is he insecure when he knows the idiot won’t give up that easily, likely asking if you’re here alone before you point over to where the 141 have overtaken a booth in the back

No, he certainly isn’t feeling insecure when he sees that the man never bothers glancing back to the table, still trying to land a hand on your body somewhere, when Simon’s instincts take over, rising from his seat without a word to the men who glance his way and ask where he’s going suddenly

He’s acting on pure instinct as he stalks over to you, the crowd parting for his large frame to move by without hesitation, locking eyes with you just as he lands a massive skull gloved hand on the tosser’s shoulder, wringing him around to face him

Your would be admirer isn’t feeling so confident now when he’s staring up at a 6’4” wall of muscle donned in all black apart from the white markings of his skull balaclava

If he were a more jealous man, Simon might take more time to admire the way you can practically hear this idiot gulp over the loud sounds of the music, the way his eyes bulge out of his head and how he looks nearly ready to piss himself on the spot

But your man knows who he is to you, and so instead he shoves the geezer away, turning to face you as one hand lifts up the bottom of his balaclava, just far enough to swoop down and meet your lips in a passionate tangle of tongue and teeth, tasting the alcohol on each other’s breath and the desire in your systems, a kiss that says to everyone else watching, including the bewildered Captain and Sergeants gawking from across the room, that you are his and his alone

[nortedwayfinder]

Can I just say how much I adore the way you draw characters hugging, they look so squished in affection

You know what time it is

HUG APPRECIATION POST

[majinbangus]

I love guard dog Simon so much 😖

thank you anon, you make me feel better about sharing about my incoherent thoughts about him <3 -> more here

》 18+

You know what gets him going? Pulling on his collar.

Except you don't actually know that until you wake up to him sleeping on top of you and you unsuccessfully try pushing him off.

"Simon." You push at his shoulder, wiggling your hips. He's a heavy man—or dog, it's what Soap usually refers to him as—and you lack the strength to extricate yourself from underneath him. You'd have a better shot at trying to wake him up. You raise your voice, "Simon."

There's a sound of complaint rumbling from within his chest. A warning growl that means nothing when directed towards you (usually). He's almost as cute as an actual dog like this. You still need to get up, though.

"Simon, c'mon." You bring your hand up behind his neck to thoughtlessly loop a finger around his collar, oblivious to the sudden rigidness above you. "We need to pick Johnny up from the airport." You make the mistake when you begin to gently tug. Once. Twice. Three times. You pull a little harder on the last tug. "Simon—"

You're wholly unprepared for what comes next.

His eyes shoot open, half snarling as he looks at you with something wild in his eyes. His mask is off, but somehow he looks more like the dog Soap always refers to him as. Feral. Raw. Unbridled. He lacks the usual composure he has when he's playing the part of your guard dog.

Your finger slips from his collar.

"We'll be late," You meekly whisper, hand resting on the base of his neck, careful not to touch the collar again. "Johnny will be waiting for us."

It does nothing. He grabs your hand and curls your fingers into his collar again, gripping your wrist to make you pull him closer. You gulp when he leans in to growl slowly, "Johnny can wait."

-

"So this is why I had to order an Uber?"

Soap comes home to find you still in your predicament: writhing and whining underneath Ghost; however, unlike earlier, you're squirming for much different reasons.

"Ah—mm!" You're holding on tight to Ghost's collar as if to ground yourself. "S-sorry, we..."

You can't finish your sentence, throwing your head back, muffling a moan. Soap doesn't fault you for it.

"It's okay, sweetheart. I know you have to take care of your dog." He smirks when Ghost switches up his rhythm and you cry, legs shuddering in that way he's intimately familiar with. He slips a hand into his pants and takes himself out, pumping his cock lightly. "You can make it up to me once you're done and give me a proper welcome home. Alright with you?"

You answer back with a warbling sob.

He'll take that as a yes.

(Note to self: if you ever want Ghost to keep you trapped underneath him and fuck his weight into you, pull on his collar. Otherwise, leave it alone. The command 'down, boy' can only do so much. Lesson learned.)

[rookanisstuff]

I just wanted to say that the one piece you crafted of a particular kiss caught my heart, and I keep looking at it. Just... thank you for the art you gift this community.

You have a gift. You share it, and we love it. Know you ARE appreciated.

a smooch just for u anon (and a million for Lucanis)

[toxicanonymity]

sweet pea cock warming raider joel while he works on something or leads a meeting - 👀😽

Quiet time, 18+

raider!Joel Miller x f!reader, 970 Words

“You said we could go to the creek,” you remind Joel.

“You can,” he answers, then barks, “Carter!”

“I wanna go with you,” you protest.

“Can't right now, baby,” he adjusts the map he's looking at.

“Can I be here?” you climb into his lap.

“If ya let me do what I'm doin’,” Joel shoots you a look over his glasses as he helps you settle in.

He holds the map behind you, folds it twice, and is studying a certain area. You put your head on his shoulder, and he pets your head, then rests his free hand on your back. You wiggle your hips and feel him harden under you.

He puts down the map and scratches one side of his beard. “Gotta think..."

“About what?” you ask.

“Shhhhh,” He quiets you. He mumbles something to himself as he picks up the map again.

Your lips are against his neck, and you suck a little.

He clears his throat. “Would ya gimme a minute, sweet pea?”

You sigh, then adjust your position so his warm, hardening cock is nestled right against your sweet spot.

"I don't want you to go anywhere," you say.

He doesn't react.

You rest, and you aren't thinking about it when you begin to grind yourself against him.

“Would ya cut it out?” He grumbles, reaching down to flick open the button of his jeans. He unzips with a sharp exhale through his nose, then murmurs, “That what ya want?”

“No,” you reply, “I want you to take me to the creek.” Your heart races at your own defiance, half expecting punishment, but he takes a different tack.

“So ya don't want this,” he asks, reaching between your bodies, his knuckles rubbing against your clit as he rubs himself over the denim.

“Of course I do,” you whisper.

“You gotta be quiet,” he warns. “You gonna let me focus?”

“Uh-huh,” you nod.

“You promise?”

“Yeah,” you agree.

“If you got anything else to say, you better say it now,” he warns as he helps you onto his cock. He nestles the tip inside and raises an eyebrow at you. You say, “just that i don't want you to go.”

"Mm hm," he acknowledges. Then spits on his hand and lifts you to wet his cock more. His thumb pushes the tip inside, helping himself into you: chubby and hard, but not fully erect. He nudges you down, and you sink onto his shaft with a sigh.

“I know,” he coos, and his cock swells and stiffens.

You hum, “Mmm,” as he adjusts your position, pulling you down to the hilt.

“Quiet time,” he announces and adjusts his glasses. You wiggle your hips to feel him growing thicker, more erect.

“Sit still,” he says.

“Yes, sir,” you whisper with a smile against his neck.

And you rest there, basking in the fullness of him as he reviews the possible routes.

A low, satisfied growl rumbles his throat as his cock comes to full mast in your warmth.

-

Carter shows up, out of breath, wiping sweat off his hairline. “Did you call?” He glances at you, clocking Joel's unzipped pants, which Joel doesn't acknowledge.

“Come on in,” Joel says.

Carter greets you, “I was lookin’ for ya, Peanut.”

“She's having quiet time,” Joel says, “But, uh, let's talk about this for a second,” He gestures with the map. “C'mere.”

Carter approaches and sits with one big thigh and half his ass on the desk.

Joel muses, “What about takin’ the old road east and around instead of goin’ through that whole patch with the bus graveyard?”

“How many are we talkin’ about bringin’?” Carter asks, “Cause on that road, you gotta worry about…” he glances at you like he doesnt want to scare you.

“Yeah, I know,” Joel says. “Shit, I dunno.

I reckon just a couple, at least while we do the re-con.”

Joel’s so smart. You feel a little swell of gratitude that he'll let you sit like this while he works.

“She comin’?” Carter asks, lowering his voice like you're not less than two feet away.

“Yes,” you answer.

“No,” Joel chuckles. Then, to Carter: “So I reckon you ain’t either.”

The map rustles as Joel folds it over a stretch of silence.

“What?” Joel asks, “you're stayin’ with her.”

“Yeah,” Carter answers softly, but you can tell he thinks it's not a good plan.

“What?” Joel asks again.

“I didn't say anything,” Carter protests.

“Yeah. What ain’t ya sayin’?” Joel prods and his hips shift under you, making you let out a little moan. Oops. Your lips form a straight line.

Carter starts, “All of us in the van, better than splittin’ up at this point.”

Joel’s chest expands as he thinks it over.

“Whatcha think, boss?” Carter asks.

“Shit, maybe you're right,” Joel concedes. He takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes with one hand as he puts his glasses down with the map on the desk.

Joel says, “Let's see what the weather does, next couple days. Let's finish gettin’ the van ready. We'll see how things look.” Joel nods slowly, searching Carter’s eyes for whether they're on the same page.

“Alright,” Carter nods. “Yeah, you got it.” The back of his hand gives Joel's arm a friendly tap.

Then Carter stands up off the desk and subtly adjusts himself. Your eyes pan down his legs. He's so tall.

“You want me to take her?” Carter offers, “To the creek, I mean?”

“Later,” Joel says.

You gently rub your nose against the vein of Joel's neck, and his cock twitches.

“Later,” Carter agrees with casual little two-finger salute as he exits.

-

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Thank you for reading 🩷✨️🫶 and I appreciate your engagement/encouragement so much.

[angrythingstarlight]

Bucky’s men can tell when he hasn’t talked to Malyshka that day ( in the context they are in a LDR) because he gets a little too …enthusiastic about destroying his enemies . Which isn’t a terrible thing considering his line of work, but not good in large doses

They can tell when she's mad at him 😭😂

Bucky gets miserable.

And there's nothing more dangerous than a miserable Pakhan.

He will start fights with his enemies just to have an outlet for his anger. Good for business. Not so great for his men who have to follow him into battle. He is impressive when he's in a mood. Theres an almost unsettling coldness to him, his already formidable reputation is built on these moments.

The Ryan takeover is still talked about—Bucky made an example out of their patriarch. All because they pissed him off on a day Malyshka was giving him the silent treatment. Any other day and Ryans may have left that meeting unscathed.

But as bad as he can get, she can calm him down with a simple kiss or a single glance in his direction with an unspoken warning to settle down. A little tug on that morality chain he placed around his neck for her and he's willing to do anything she says.

Bucky doesn't listen to anyone but her. And everyone knows that most powerful man on the east coast is wrapped around her manicured finger. Right next to her exquisite wedding ring.

[britishneonjello]

Are Lump's little eyes not open to the world yet or are they just 3w3

(By the way I LOVE YOUR ART SO MUCH!!!)

Lump thinks squinting looks cool like Papa Boris 3w3

[megalomaniacz]

ellie hitting it from the back and you're just completely in subspace, taking everything's she's giving you completely blissed out and brainless:))

nsfw! — ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

omg the way she’d be fucking you so good you’d only be able to see stars. you’ll actually be drooling and brain dead like a cock drunk dummy lmao. her hand on the back of your neck keeping you steady while she hits your weak spot over and over and over again. you’ve forgotten what it’s like to not have her stuffing your walls. other hand gripping the plump flesh of your ass so hard you’re sure that it’ll leave a bruise. the kind you look at in the mirror that sends memories rushing to your stomach.

speaking of stomachs, she’s fucking you so deep you’re positive she’s blending your guts. turning you into a pleasure smoothie. and you feel like fucking jello because it’s all too much. you’re so gone you can’t even hear her talking to you. “you’re taking me so well. you can barely respond. fuck, can you hear that? you’re so fucking wet for me.”

and then she slows down. slow, hard thrusts. one after the next making you grip the sheets and stuff your face into the mattress. all while’s she’s got the stupidest smirk on her face. (probably thinking about how next time she’s gonna fuck you in front of a mirror and make you watch yourself become her cock slut.)

[demaparbat-hp]

Smooch

[demonic0angel]

Dick and Dan are having an argument (Dan is losing) when Dan blurts out "Well, your ass isn't as great as everyone says it is!" Everyone listening is stunned at the audacity.

(Even I went 0:< when I saw this ask lmaooo)

Stunned silence.

Immediately, Dan looked like he wanted to take back his words. Partly because they were untrue (but he would never apologize for them), but mostly because the look on Dick’s face looked as though he was about to gear up to start a rant.

“Excuse you? Excuse you? My ass? My ass that once brought my enemies to their knees? My ass that has saved earth before? My ass that gets unfortunately ogled and harassed at every waking moment? Don’t start looking concerned, we’re having a fight right now— you’re talking about my ass?” Dick said, bristling with offense.

Dan sighed, long, deep and loud. He was in for it now.

Everyone was still staring at him like he was crazy. Even Jazz was looking at him with wide, shocked eyes, covering her mouth in horror as Jason stood next to her and turned red from the lack of oxygen as he tried to stifle his laughter.

Dick was incensed. “My ass is the result of years of training and hard work! You could bounce quarters off of it! You could eat off of it! I’m not caked up, I’m the whole damn bakery! My ass is worth billions! Don’t even lie about it not being great! Everyone’s wanted a piece!”

Dan dragged his hands down his face.

He still wasn’t done. “And you’re such a hypocrite! My ass isn’t great?! You love my ass! You’re obsessed with it! Every single night, you’re pe—”

“Dick!” Jason suddenly said. “I love the self-confidence! But Damian is passing away!”

They all turned and lo’ and behold, Damian was slowly withering away from sheer secondhand embarrassment, only held up by Steph who was also turning red from holding in laughter.

Dick whirled around to glare at Dan, who looked as though he had aged decades.

“Now look what you’ve done! You made me do this! First you’re lying and now you made me embarrass Damian!” And then off he went on another tangent.

Dan watched him in silent despair, unable to say a word. Danny patted Dan on the shoulder. “Maybe you should’ve just accepted your loss the first few minutes.”

[ruinix]

Quinn with a size kink. Out of his mind aroused fucking his girl who is a lot smaller than him.

Lovely anon, lovely.. i don't write.I mean, I do but i've never tried an RPF or drabble. Just fictional men on my secret AO3. So I don't want to disappoint but i'll try for you... It won't be good though so yes, put the bar down. I beg 🧎🏻‍♀️

Everything Else

How does one do this? TW/CW: 18+ MDNI, Smut, Size Kink (as requested...slightly if you squint), Mild choking, Unprotected sex (please use protection)

Count: 731 words | Masterlist

You are so small. Quinn fucking loves that. It's not your height. No. It's everything else.

It's your hands that seek his every time you two go out. The same ones that run down his back, his nape, his hair. Your trimmed nails--or your acrylics--that scratches his scalp. You are always so gentle in touching him that he would always fall asleep on you, beside you, or underneath you. So small as you dig them into his skin as he fucks you long and deep.

It's your feet on his palms when he helps you wear your heels. Your ankles are so easily dwarfed by his hands when he fastens the anklets--with both of your initials engraved on the little silver hearts--he gifted you for your birthday. So tiny as he kisses them when he puts them over his shoulder, his cock filling every inch of your wet cunt.

It's your soft and supple lips giving him featherlight kisses. On his cheek, his jaw, his nose, his eyelids, his eyebrows, then his lips. It always ends with his lips. Your kisses are soft and warm and oh, so careful. Until he shoves his tongue pass your lips, swallowing your needy gasps and whines.

It's your neck that was a blank canvas before him. You've never liked necklaces until he gifted you one after another. Every time you give him a hug, he would smell your choice of perfume for the day--vanilla, rose, lavender, jasmine, blackberry, caramel, or whatever the fuck, you simply smells beautiful. So pretty and delicate with his hand wrapped around it, feeling your pulse the vibrations of your soft moans, controlling your breaths, your oxygen, your life. Your hand grips his wrist, the silvery glint of your matching bracelets only made him squeeze. So fucking small.

It's your thick thighs that you always moisturize with lotion. He's reaping the benefits of touching them when you let him. Of looking at them when you wear your little panties around the apartment. Of seeing them be covered with jeans or sweatpants or pajamas. Of seeing them spread wide, trembling and quivering as his cock disappears into your pussy between them. Of seeing them so wet with your mess, so red from his slaps, his grip, his thrusts.

It's your soft voice. One time you said you had a strange voice, but it's never strange. You sound so beautiful. He can listen to you ramble about your day, your problems, your interests without getting sick of your voice. Your voice is music, melodic, tantalizingly exquisite. So high and whiny as he slows down to keep your orgasm at bay. So hypnotic that he almost let you cum right then and there.

It's your eyes that are always so understanding and patient even when he came home frustrated from a game loss. Your eyes that will smile and crinkle at the sides, already knowing his excitement when he's keeping it at bay. You see his soul. He sees yours. He sees when your happy or sad or angry or upset or zoned out. So devastatingly beautiful as your eyes burn when he's not moving as you would like. So breathtaking when your pupils dilate when he started fucking you harder.

You're so fucking small yet you take him so well.

Your pussy that felt like it's custom-made for him. Always so wet. Always so eager for his taking. Your pussy tightens, quivering around his cock. The sounds of your groans and his, of his cock sinking into your pussy, are getting to his head.

Small. So fucking small that he wants to consume all of you. Your pussy. Your face. Your body. Your gentle and soft and warm soul. How can perfection fits so well in your small body?

He wants all of you that it fucking aches that this would have to stop. So he prolongs it. He fucks you slower when he can feel you almost cumming again and again and again. He kisses you, hungry for your taste, hungry for your whines.

He's so close, but not yet. Not fucking yet because he has to fuck you until you couldn't live on without him. Until you go as feral that you would finally shout at him. His little ball of fire. He wants you to fucking crave him as much as he already does.

[matthewsgreybubbles]

the theme is: FBI favorite wh♡re

[christakisbang]