#they kiss good O.o

[cuchabra]

everything is gonna be fine

[moumouton4]

What Reboots Their Systems Right Away || Naruto characters x reader 2

A/n : Had this idea a while ago. Thanks to Sasuke ✨

Naruto Headcanons series : 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

Warnings : Contains both fluff and NSFW ( under the cut )

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Words count : 1691

Sasuke Uchiha : He just forgets everything that is going on when he's having a hard time and you kiss his forehead. After the reboot he is right away able to think and analyze what is happening properly around him. You just got this power to soothe him and help him get out of these negative thoughts. And he knows how to return the favor in his own way when you're the one stuggling

Shikamaru Nara : Being an adult is such a drag. Work is such a drag too. So when he finally has time to have time for himself and chill under the clouds he can't help but keep thinking about other matters. So when you join him and put his head on your thighs and untie his hair before ruffling his hair. In an instant he feels his brain pause, unable to think anymore, his eyes just looking at the shapes of the clouds in the sky above you, enjoying his day off, occasionally looking your way to make sure he isn't dreaming. He's just so thankfull to have a little marvel like you in his life

Naruto Uzumaki : He is a simple man so just seeing you wearing his iconic black and orange jacket make butterflies erupt and happily fly in his stomach while he can't help but freeze in his action. You just look so small in this jacket it makes him want to carry you around on his back like a little backpack so bad - yes if he ever catch you he'd walk around the village with you like that. So you better try to avert other people's gaze because you ain't gettting down anytime soon

Iruka Umino : You're his first so when you bury your face in his neck or chest he needs a little minute or two to process that you're touching him. Willingly and physically - oof O.O But he loves it so much because like this he feels like he can protect you from everything the world send your way

Sai : He always takes such a great intake of air when he feels your hand press on his naked lower back and caress his pale skin. Of course he knows it's affectionate but he still feels like he needs to hold his breath. Sometimes you have to remind him to breath because he starts turning blue and that's actually never good

Hidan : The sight before him that always leave him breathless is when he sees your necklace dangling from your robe when your fiercly fighting your opponent. Should he add, his necklace that he gave you shortly after your meeting to the glory of Jashin. Once he took a hit in the jaw because of how entranced by you he was. He knows you may not approach this god the same way as him but he can't help but find you so sexy fighting with him for his believes. And should I add how strong you look when you're getting those corps ready for his ritual

Sasori : He always think about work so if you wanna make him aware of your existence you better be speak his language... and not make him wait. So everytime you come up with another corpse of a powerfull being for his puppets, he can't help but look at you with stars in the eyes as his brains fuel with all the ideas that come to him and… he doesn't work anymore and he stays fixed in the void. You know he is kinda happy when let's go of his tool and motion for you to sit on his lap while he works. And oddly having you here with him doesn't make him think one scond that he is losing his time

Itachi Uchiha : He's just on autopilot when you lift his shirt from behind and put your hands on his shoulders before massaging his aching muscles gently. Like he leaves you in charge of him and the rest he can't handle, not that he cares when your hands are just literally easing his pain like this. You've always been with him from what he recalls and he never manages to keep a conversation with you while your hands work on his shoulders and back. It just puts him to sleep right away, and that's good because he deserves it

Gaara : The wheels in his brain just stop when he hears you say the words "Dance with me" just after you put on some music and pulled pulls him flush against your body and asked him for a slow dance. His brain gets surrounded by so much questions like "Is he worthy of your time ?", "Will he disappoint you ?", "Will you hate him after you discover he CAN'T dance ?" that his brain overheats and he stands there motionless while you try to dance with him. Fortunately a kiss on the cheek and it's good he works again, but he is as red as his hair

Hashirama Senju : You tell him so much that he is strong that he sometimes forgets how strong you actually are. So when he sees you fighting an opponent fiercely, he can't help but look at you in awe as if you were Madara himself the strongest kunoichi he has ever seen. He just 🤩 and shower you with praises

Tobirama Senju : He may be really gifted to hide his feelings but gosh he can't help his face from showing how stuned he is when he sees you acting possessive towards him. Like the glare you send those people who dares to get to close to him. Like he could just ask them to leave him the fuck off but he just loves to see you this mad... it's kinda hot you know... but this he won't tell you

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Kakashi Hatake : He always freezes and stares at you as if he was trying to bore holes into the top of your head when he sees you get on your knees in front of him at unexpected times. Like literally everywhere you know no one will walk in on you, on a hill, in the forest, on the training grounds, in the Hokage office... but it doesn't mean you're going to actually do something. You just love to see him all hot and botherd like this. But don't you worry he's going to get back at you sooner than you expected

Orochimaru : Really very little can get to him but when he sees you acting so cold and violent, he can't help but have his piercing eyes widen or his head wipe in your direction if he hears you cursing at someone. Like wow, you're clearly not the one to get walked on. It's lowkey such a turn on a right now he just wants to throw you over his shoulder like a potato sack and take you to your room to ravish you

Yamato : His brain really needs time to process when you go to him and ask him to zip up the back of your dress. Like bro is so flustered, but you're not helping either because you enjoy seeing squirm while trying to avert his eyes from your ass when you're wiggling it at him. After this he has to try so bad to stay cool and not have a hard on just before you guys leave your house. Don't worry he'll keep this in mind for when you get bad though

Deidara : You love the high pitched screams that come out of his mouth when you do that. Sometimes he doesn't know what gets into you for doing this and frankly you neither. But you just take his hand and lick his palm where one of his other mouths is and well he can't say it's not turning him on but still he's an artist his mind shouldn't get clouded with those thoughts... "Fine just this time" he always says that

Neji Hyuga : He is so pure and he is always flabbergasted when you tell dirty jokes about his Byakugan and the fact that he can at any given moment look through your clothes "Hey Love are you enjoying the view" and he's like ". . . . . . . . . Y/n my eye are always this colour" "Then how can I know you're not perving all the time ?" you always end up laughing your ass off when he becomes red as a tomato and just stares anywhere but at you. He knows you're joking but if you only knew what he was thinking about "A little look wouldn't hurt right ?"

Rock Lee : Okay so hear me out everytime he says he's going to go around the village 500 times on his hands if he doesn't do somethig else before you always add playfully "and if you can't do it either you're going to make me cum 20 times tonight" Of course each single time he gets red and starts stuttering... but be careful because one day he'll fail his task on purpose just to make your fiction a reality and the only think you're going to be able to utter will be his name

Madara Uchiha : He is also a simple man in his own way. All he needs to mentally disconnect from this planet is for you to grab his neck with your hand when when you guys are kissing. Like you just look so hot and sexy when you're on top of him taking control like this. But don't play your luck to much because he's going to fold you in half next time he fucks you

Genma : His brain shuts straight when you leans into him and and take the senbon that he holds in his mouth with your teeth. Your lips are so close to yours and he wants to kiss you so badly that it's the only thing he can think of, to undress you in the middle of the street and fuck you for being so cocky. That's his job not yours

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A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🍋🍽 Again my requests are open 🔥💚

Taglist : @foxxymunson, @cl0vr, @ilovemanypeople, @glossy1pearl, @jane57sstuff

[heraxic]

Hello :o

I just wanted to say thank you (and also thank crumb) for getting me back into thinking about Karl Heisenberg 24/7.

I really love your artstyle, from the amazing expressions (especially the peeved/angry ones) to the scribbly lineart. As someone that’s trying to learn to draw more digitally, I really like to observe your stuff o.o

Your Moldy Family comics are funny, cozy, sweet and comforting all at the same time, and they made me discover and appreciate Eveline (oh man I love how much of a goth tween she is), and the way you draw Heisenberg (his physicality if that makes sense, his clothes, his hair, his everything) is just *chef’s kiss*.

As a former Greek Mythology child, that AU is so so nice owagh. I love all the monster adaptations/designs, it’s all so clever: I love that Kyril is scaley, hairy AND has wings (which I feel aren’t depicted often nowadays with gorgons), Alina is so majestic, with the black tipped limbs and the blood soaked dress, and the daughters being harpies/sirens(?) is also so perfect.

Idk if you’ve already said it, but what is it about Karl’s character that made him interesting to you?

I hope it makes sense (I’m a bit tired) and thank you again for the excellent food :]

Thank you so much!!!<<<3333

he lives in my head rent free…. his crusty-ass hair and barrel-shaped bod gets me every time

im glad you like my scribbly lineart! I tend to get concerned whether it really looks like anything haha

I miss drawing the mold family but i think my forte has always been fantasy, especially cause i love mythology more than anything. That’s not to say i wont go back to the modern mold family though

For greek au karl i wanted him to look like someone had haphazardly stuck animal parts to him so it’d look deliberately unnatural for him to have a relatively normal human body under all that-

I’m not sure i can fully describe why Karl is so interesting. Surface level, being voiced by Neil Newbon is always a big plus and his face model Joel Hicks is awesome-looking. His character design matches his abilities and personality really well, and speaking of personality, queer-coded villains who make a big show out of everything are always going to be my favourite. His gritty, masculine aesthetic is really inspiring in terms of gender as well. On a deeper level, in spite of all the terrible things he’s done, i find him sympathetic and relatable. After decades spent in a highly dysfunctional family, not living on his own terms, completely alone, I need him to finally be okay and get better for his own sake, with the support of people he trusts. It’s the same reason i love Eveline. Morally dark-grey characters who deserved better and could’ve gotten better with a good support system.

[pupkashi]

satoru will always make sure your lips are well kissed

a/n: hi friends ! i hope you all still remember me o.o ,, please enjoy this small fluffy piece as i ease back into the groove of things, let me know what you all think !! I’ve missed you all so much <3

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satoru will always give you kisses, it was almost an obligation he felt to pepper your face over with kisses.

he’s waking up in the morning, still half asleep and dazed but he’s pressing his soft lips over your face, waking you up with the feathery sign of affection.

“g’morning angel boy” you whisper, smiling as he finally lands on your lips, pressing two quick pecks before smiling and whispering back, “good morning sweets.”

satoru’s hair is always a mess in the morning, and your fingers gravitate to smooth down the strands of hair sticking up. “you gonna be late again?” you ask, watching as his smile turns to a pout, blue eyes staring at the clock with disdain.

“don’t you want your lover to stay in bed with you five more minutes?” he whines, you smile at him.

“well yes,” you agree, “but I’m sure the kids want their teacher there so they don’t die on the field” you tease, pushing his bangs up and kissing his forehead.

“just say you hate me,” satoru sighs dramatically, laughing when you smack his arm as he gets up.

“i hate you so much pretty boy,” you smile, giggling when rolls his eyes at you, walking into the restroom to start his day. you follow him in, washing your face and brushing your teeth before sitting back in the bed.

minutes later he’s emerging out, slipping into his uniform and saying goodbye to you.

“I’ll see you later, right?” he asks, blindfold hanging loosely around his neck as you toy with it, pulling him down and pressing a kiss to his lips.

“I’ll see you later toru” you grin, satoru smiles widely, pressing kisses all over your face before reaching your lips, two soft pecks before standing upright.

“I love you!” he calls out from the front door, a smile on his face when he hears you call out an ‘i love you too!’ closing the door and heading to Jujutsu tech.

when you arrive for lunchtime satoru perks up at the sound of you voice, immediately telling the kids it was time for lunch and leaving them in the field.

“y/n!” he calls out, a wide smile on his face as you wrap your arms around him. he wastes no time in picking you up in a hug and twirling you around, setting you gently down before kissing your cheeks and finally your lips, twice.

“missed me already?” you tease, satoru can’t help but giggle.

“as if you weren’t yearning for lunchtime to come sooner?” he retorts quickly, laughing when you roll your eyes at him.

“i made you guys some lunch in case you wanted some!” you call out to megumi, yuji and nobara, the three of them smiling and thanking you.

by the time satoru comes home most days he’s beyond exhausted, it’s almost 10 o’clock but all he wants to do is curl up next to you and sleep.

“hi toru!” you smile from the couch, watching as your lover throws his uniform off his body, left only in a white t shirt and his boxers as he curls up to your side, messy white hair tickling your neck.

“long day?” you ask, he nods silently. you let him lay there for thirty minutes, finishing off the episode you were watching before sauntering into the restroom, knowing he would follow.

“you’re just gonna leave your exhausted, love sick boyfriend to die in the couch?” he frowns, turning the corner and watching as you turn the hot water on.

“no i was going to come back and get you to shower” you state, grabbing his wrist and tugging him into the bathroom gently, “stinky.” satoru can’t help but smile as you scrunch your nose.

he undresses and gets in the shower, sighing in relief when the hot water hits his skin. you bring in a clean towel and set it on the towel rack, “you can use my body wash if you want,” watching as he stands up straighter, eyes brighter as he cheers.

he’s in bed with you twenty minutes later, snowy hair still damp as he play with it. satoru’s halfway asleep as you two talk, a soft snore coming from his lips as you continue talking.

you try your best to not wake him as you turn the lamp off on the nightstand, snuggling up to your lover and whispering a ‘goodnight’ before closing your eyes.

“goodnight kisses,” satoru mumbles, lazily pressing kisses over your face, lips landing on your twice.

“how come you always kiss my lips twice?” you whisper, even after dating for two years you’d never asked.

“one kiss isn’t enough,” he replies softly, “plus if i only gave you one kiss i wouldn’t get an extra couple seconds with you.”

your face burns as his sleepy eyes flutter open, smiling as he places two more kisses onto your lips, “goodnight sweetheart,” his voice is raspy as he softly lulls back to sleep, this time with his head burning in the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of your body wash and his laundry detergent.

“goodnight angel boy,” you smile, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head.

satoru would always kiss your lips twice.

on groggy or rushed mornings, exhausted or late nights, before or after dinner, sitting on the couch, getting in or out of the car, he would never miss an opportunity, he would never give up those couple seconds loving you for anything else in the world.

[miguelswifey04]

hear me out, straddling miguel’s lap while you both watch him masturbate o.O

oh my god??? this is soo?!:!/‘snahajajakalals

miguel o’hara x fem! reader

cw// nsfw 18+, smut; no plot, masturbation, voyeurism, oral sex

miguel grins wickedly as you straddle his lap, his hands instinctively moving to grab onto your hips, holding you securely. he begins to stroke himself, his thick cock growing harder under your gaze. “watch closely, darling," he says, his voice low and husky. "this is what you did to me. i want you to see how much i enjoyed pleasing you."

“uh—yes..” miguel continues to stroke his hardening shaft, his eyes locked with yours as he puts on a show just for you. his moans fill the room, a mixture of pleasure and satisfaction. his hand moves up and down his length, gliding smoothly over his sensitive skin. he leans back slightly, arching his chest and displaying his muscular physique. with every stroke, his cock throbs with anticipation, a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip. the pre-cum makes his cock all wet as his hands pumps his hardened cock.

“ah, fuck, this is all because of you," he groans, his voice rough with desire. "you made me so hard, so hot for you. i can't help but show you just how much you turned me on." miguel’s strokes become more intense, his breathing quickening. every motion of his hand sends pleasurable shivers through his body. his eyes never leave yours, the intense connection fueling his desire. the room fills with the sounds of his moans and the wet sounds of his hand moving along his length. the sight of his erect cock throbbing, veins pulsating, is an erotic sight to behold.

“i want you to touch yourself too, sweetheart," he growls, his voice filled with raw need. "i want us both to feel this pleasure together. let me hear your moans as you give in to your desires." miguel’s eyes darken with arousal as he watches you obey his command. he revels in the sight of you pleasuring yourself, taking in every moan and gasp that escapes your lips.

he matches his pace with yours, moving his hand along his length in sync with your movements. he leans forward, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, his free hand exploring your body, teasing your sensitive areas. his breath is hot against your skin as he whispers, his voice laced with desire, "that’s it. let go and enjoy yourself. show me how much you want it."

as the intensity between you and miguel grows, the room becomes filled with the shared sounds of desire. your bodies move in synchrony, pleasure building with each stroke, touch, and kiss. miguel’s grip on your hips tightens, his groans mixing with yours. he breaks away from the kiss, his voice husky and demanding, "my love, let me taste you. i want to feel your sweet nectar on my tongue." with a hungry expression, miguel guides you to straddle his face, his skilled tongue eagerly delving into your wet folds. he expertly works his mouth, teasing and sucking on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

the sensations coursing through your body become overwhelming as miguel’s tongue flicks and circles, sending waves of pleasure through you. the room is filled with the sounds of your moans and his satisfied growls, a symphony of pleasure. miguel’s moans become more urgent as he feels his climax approaching. he tightens his grip on himself, stroking faster and harder, desperate to reach his peak.

just as you reach your own climax, your body quivering with pleasure, miguel gives in to the overwhelming sensation. with a primal groan, he spills his load into his hand, his hot cum coating his fingers. as he gasps for breath, his face covered in your essence, he looks up at you with a mix of satisfaction and desire. "mmm, baby, you taste so incredible," he murmurs, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "such a good girl, giving me such pleasure." he wipes his cum-covered hand on his suit, messy but satisfied. "that was a reward well deserved, sweetie," he says, his words laced with affection. "i enjoyed every moment of pleasing you."

tags 🏷️!! @kairiscorner @emiemiemiii @obi-mom-kenobi @astro1bloom @sabcandoit @meeom

[fir3ylolol]

stay behind the rope

pairing: Johnny Cage x Reader

summary: why do you think johnny has rope in his house, huh?

tw: oral sex, vaginal sex, vaginal penetration, afab!reader, gn pronouns, rope play, tied up lol, sub/dom, sub!Johnny, dom!reader, overstimulation, pleading, begging, the idea of 'punishment', multiple orgasms, controlled orgasms, a bit of dacryphilia, porn with absolutely no plot

a/n: hear me out O.O but fr i'm happy to have the problem of too many requests/asks for more. see yall again soon

word count: 1.07 k

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It’s a beautiful Malibu evening, and you have no time to appreciate it. Straddling Johnny’s lap on his large couch, your hands touch up and down his chest. Your lips dance with his, making out messily. His hands grab at your hips, desperately searching for more. They start scooting lower, very slowly. He tries to quickly slip his hand in your pants, almost like you wouldn’t notice. You notice.

You pull away, pushing against his chest lightly. “Excuse me, Cage?” He looks like a deer caught in headlights, hands freezing in place. You cross your arms, looking at him with intense eyes. He starts to move again, hands scrambling out of your clothes as he pleads. “No, wait, love, I’m sorry, it was an accident. I just got…distracted! It’s hard, you’re so pretty and you’re on top of me and kissing me. Please, I’m sorry.” You turn your head away from him, trying to hide how happy his pleading makes you. But he says the magic words, “Love, I’ll do anything, please. I don’t want to stop.” And you turn back, a wicked smile spreading across your face. And he realizes what he said.

Much faster than he thought you could, he’s in a dining chair, completely naked as he watches you, begging eyes. There you are, standing above him as you finish your masterpiece. He is tied to the chair, ankles firmly in place, arms behind his back, and criss-crossing designs down his chest, squeezing his pecs. Tying the final part, you step back and quirk your head to the side. “Something’s missing…” Your eyes light up. Johnny watches as you shuffle your underwear off, step toward him, and grab his jaw to open it, shoving them in his mouth as a gag. You clap happily, “There we go! You feeling ok, dear?” He is straining against the bindings, but he nods his head flopping around. 

You kneel between his knees, watching his desperately wanting eyes as they follow you. “You’re not allowed to cum, got it? Not until I let you.” He mumbles around the underwear in his mouth, a cry of understanding and need. Smiling menacingly up at him, you quickly sink your mouth down on his weeping cock, gagging slightly since you didn’t have time to adjust. Well, neither did he, as he jumped at the feeling, straining against the restraints. Muffled moans seep out, his head tipped back in pleasure. You don’t hold back, grasping his thighs for stability as you move quickly. You move your head down in twisting movements, one of your hands reaching out to play lightly with his balls. He’s already getting overwhelmed, twisting in the chair against the restraints. His eyes are starting to water, and loud moans coming out from his stuffed mouth. You can see his hands open and close desperately, wet eyes looking down at you pleadingly. But you give him no break, continuing at a quick pace as his head falls forward, chin hitting his chest. You pick your head up, taking a deep breath as you lift his head as well. You reach two fingers into his mouth, removing the makeshift gag. Johnny takes in a deep breath before his pleading comes back out, as desperate and whiny as ever. “Oh, please baby. I know you said I’m not allowed to, but you feel so good, and, and I can’t help it. Please please please.” Silently, you go back down, continuing at the same pace. 

He gasps loudly, no longer muffled, and starts moaning out your name like a prayer. His head thrashes side to side, short, huffy breaths coming out mixed with his whines. You finally pick your head back up again, and Johnny lets out a whine. He is shut up when you finally strip down in front of him, wide eyes full of want. You walk slowly back over, taking a seat and straddling his spread legs. “You wanna fuck me?” You ask, coy and teasing. He nods rapidly, gulping at the thought. Your face drops as you speak again, “Then, you cum when I say, got it?” His nods falter, but he agrees. You smile, readjusting to fully take him in short, stuttering drops. He’s unraveling under you, loud whines at each movement. You finally reach the bottom, his head falling forward to the crook of your neck as he bit down for stability. You stifle a moan, biting your bottom lip lightly. But you start bouncing against him, touching up and down his chest again with light touches. It contrasted your near-violent drops, rolling your hips each time. His eyes are still watering, babbling out praises that get cut off with each whimper.

He can’t stop making noise, whining loudly, “You feel so heavenly baby, fuck, I’m so lucky to be yours. To be at your mercy like this, I’d do it al day if I could.” You squeeze around him, a heady whine in your ear. You can tell he can only last a little longer, so you decide to be nice. Whispering in his ear, you say, “You’ve been so good, love, so good that you can cum. Go ahead, for me.” That does it, the force of it rippling through his body in small shakes.

You remain seated, leaning forward slightly to untie his hands. As soon as they’re free, they reach out and hug around you. You smile into his touch and start bouncing again. Suddenly, his grasp is tight, and his hands trembling. He can’t make sounds at this point, mouth hung open and eyebrows knit in a twisted portrait of ecstasy. You tease him, whispering in his ear again, “I thought you wanted this, to be at my mercy, hm? You want to cum? Then cum?” You keep moving, feeling his grasp moving rapidly up and down your back as his head falls back, eyes wide and seeing stars. Suddenly, he seizes up, latching his arms around you as he lets out a final, high-pitched whine as he cums again, insanely sensitive and heightened. You kiss his cheek and stand back up, earning a gasp from Johnny. You untie him, freeing him from the constraints, seeing the light red marks on his pretty skin, gently kissing against the ones on his chest. He flinches and manages to speak out, “I knew it was a good idea to keep rope in the closet.”

[mintedwitcher]

So I was just talking about this with @notnowtobey but I think it's a good list so I'm putting it here too.

Here's what I need next for bucktommy:

More conversations. I love them I wanna see them talk and be cute and be so stupidly smitten with each other that it's actually dumb as hell

MORE HUGS!!!!!!!!! Give me Tommy hugging Buck after a bad shift. Give me Buck latching onto Tommy for a hug just because he wants to. Give me both of them getting more comfy with physical affection as they continue to date. Give me one of them sneaking up on the other for some surprise around-the-waist, chin-over-shoulder hugs.

More kisses. Cheek kisses. Forehead kisses. Hand kisses. Neck kisses. ALL THE KISSES. Let Buck kiss Tommy's lil cleft chin. Let Tommy kiss Buck's birthmark. Casual kisses, thoughtless kisses, habitual kisses, passionate kisses, spin-and-dip kisses. GIMME.

Hanging out at each other's homes. Give me Buck being just as comfy on Tommy's couch as he is on Eddie's. Give me Tommy lounging around Buck's loft looking completely at home. Hell give me Eddie coming around to Buck's place but Tommy opens the door, or vice versa, Buck opens the door at Tommy's place, and Eddie's just like O.O

FAMILY MEETING/DINNER !!!!!

I can't think of more rn but what else do you guys wanna see for bucktommy moving forward?

[ctitan98official]

Anonymous: I absolutely loved Momma Donna / Alcina but I can only imagine them catching their child reader whose now a young adult (maybe 20 yrs) smoking pot with the dimitrescu daughters lol maybe uncle Karl too

Haha! Yeah, that checks out. I did Alcina in this one and I’ll try to make another for Donna. Post this ask is talking about here! Let’s get into it!

Y/N, Bela, Cass, and Dani: *Sitting on the roof of the castle high as fuck*

Y/N: Do y'all ever notice how… Tall Mama is? That’s weird, right?

Cass: *Eyes wide, laughs* She is really tall! When you were little, she could hold your entire body in one hand!

Dani: *Starts bawling out of nowhere, crawls over to Y/N on all fours* You were so smmmaaaalllll! Why can’t you be like that now? *Pinching Y/N’s cheeks, buries her face in their hair*

Y/N: *Trying to push Dani off* Quit snotting all over me, Dani! Nasty!

Bela: Well, in my mind, Y/N’s still little. *Picks Y/N up and cradles them like a baby* Precious, itsy-bitsy, squish!

Y/N: H-hey, put me down! I’m too stoned for this!

Dani: Group hug, everybody!

Bela, Cass, and Dani: *Squeeze the shit out of Y/N, trying to wrestle them out of each other’s arms*

Cass: It’s my turn to hold, Y/N!

Dani: No, mine!

Cass and Dani: *Pulling Y/N in two different directions, getting rougher*

Y/N: Let me go! You’re gonna tear me apart!

Cass: Ha, a maiden in the dungeon said that to me earlier when I was torturing her. That was fun…

Y/N: *Freaked out* If you let me go, I’ll show you where I keep my snack stash!

Bela, Cass, and Dani: *Quickly drop Y/N, have the munchies*

Bela: *Grabs Y/N by the collar* Show us, Y/N! I need a twinkie or something! Anything!

Y/N: It’s in a box under my bed!

Bela and Dani: *Start running off*

Cass: Wait, idiots! That’s where Y/N keeps their girly magazines!

Y/N: O.o What the fuck, Cass! You’ve been looking through my things?!

Cass: *Brings a hand to her mouth, laughing* Damn, I was just kidding, you perv! You actually have porn under your bed?

Y/N: *About to die from embarrassment*

Dani: *Laughing her ass off*

Alcina: *Clears her throat*

Y/N, Bela, Cass, and Dani: *Startled, turn and look behind them*

Alcina: *Furious, tapping her foot* What is going on up here?! You’re making a racket! And Y/N, how tasteless! You’re throwing out those magazines immediately!

Y/N: My mom knows about my porn. Kill me now. Somebody throw me off the top of this roof.

Alcina: *Spots the weed* Outrageous! You four have been getting high up here?!

Dani: Yeah! Fuck the police!

Cass and Y/N: *Start laughing*

Bela: I would have suggested something more like defund the police, but I agree.

Y/N: That too, but definitely fuck the police.

Alcina: *Growls* Silence!

Y/N, Bela, Cass, and Dani: *Shut their mouths*

Alcina: *Looks at Bela, Cass, and Dani* Look what you three have done to your baby sibling! Corrupting them with drugs!

Y/N: Yeah! I’m completely innocent in this! Tell ‘em, Mama!

Bela, Cass, and Dani: *Shoot murderous looks at Y/N*

Bela: It was your weed, you imbecile!

Y/N: *Sticks their tongue out at Bela, gives her the finger* No one likes a snitch, kiss-ass!

Alcina: *Appalled at Y/N’s behavior* No! No, no, no, no! My baby will not be using drugs, looking at pornography, or behaving like a ruffian! I forbid it!

Y/N: *Whips out their trusty puppy-dog eyes on Alcina* We just smoked to relax a bit, Mama. Are you mad at us??

Alcina: *Sighs and rubs Y/N’s head, can’t stay mad at her baby* Dragas, just promise me this will not happen again, alright?

Y/N, Bela, Cass, and Dani: We promise!

Alcina: Good. Now clean all of this up and go to bed.

Y/N, Bela, Cass, and Dani: *Start to leave*

Alcina: Y/N? Just a moment.

Y/N: *Cringes, stays back* Yes, Mama?

Alcina: I want all of those disgusting magazines and any drugs you have on my desk by tomorrow morning. Do you understand?

Y/N: *Sighs* Understood.

The next morning:

Alcina: *Smoked literally five bowls worth of Y/N’s weed, looking at the porn magazines* Wow, look at the gozongas on her! Not as good as mine, but flame recognize flame.

Alcina: *Makes up a silly song, giggling* Boobies, boobies. Yes, I have big boobies. I think they’re worth their weight in rubies.

Alcina: *Starts laughing hysterically* I should make one of those Ticky Tocks! I’m hilarious when I’m high!

Masterlist

[maochira]

I really have a Dad!Ego Jinpachi brainrot and this one has been bugging my mind lately...

Can I ask for Dad!Ego bringing his baby to the match between Japan U-20 vs Bluelock because the baby's nanny can't take care of them that day due to personal reasons. So while Ego is giving his speech to Bluelock players, his baby is just there sitting on his lap or being carried in his arms and the players are just looking at the cute mini Ego while listening his speech... also Anri babysitting the baby because Ego is too focused watching the match...

OOOH....SKSDSKJKJDSKSKSJSJS You know just right how to fuel my dad!Ego obsession, don't you??😭😭 Also I made his kid a toddler instead of a baby but!! HERE WE GO

Requests open! - dad!Ego masterlist

Tags: gn!toddler!reader, reader is Ego's kid (obviously), everyone who requests dad!Ego gets a kiss from me, no player is specifically mentioned except for Bachira

-Ego never mentioned or gave any hints of having a child towards the Blue Lock players, so you can imagine their surprise when Ego and Anri walked into the Blue Lock Eleven's locker room and Anri carried you in her arms

-of course, someone asked who you are. Ego took you into his arms and just answered "my biological offspring, my little (Y/N)-chan"

-"WHAT DO YOU MEAN EGO HAS A CHILD WHAT THE FUCK EGO GOT LAID???"- everyone.

-it's a bit hard for them to believe because never in their life would they have expected Ego to be a father, but in their opinion it also weirdly fits him???

-you have the same eyes as your father (without the eyebags, obviously) so the way you stare at everyone is kind of scary but also cute at the same time

-Ego keeps you in his arms while he holds his speech to the players before the game and you just stare at everyone with an o.o face

-Bachira actually gets a bit of cuteness aggression and really wants to squish your cheeks but he holds himself back. At first, at least. He ends up squishing your cheek "for good luck"

-when the match starts, you're sitting on Ego's lap and he's gently holding you. But his arms around you always get a little tighter whenever something intense happens during the match. So basically every few seconds

-you try to get his attention because to you, watching the match is boring since you're too young to properly understand anything about soccer. But Ego is too busy focusing on the match, he can't properly give you attention so he just gives you over to Anri

-you're used to that so it's nothing that bothers you, plus you love Anri a lot, she's a bit like an aunt to you

-Anri actually struggles a bit with you because she has to pay a part of her attention to the match and another part of her attention to Ego as well

-but!!! There are still the benched players. You kind of won the heart of some of them, so they talk to you and give you some attention while Ego and Anri are busy

-in the last few minutes of the match, you're back on your father's lap and he squeezes you even tighter than in the beginning. Sometimes even so tight you barely get air anymore and Anri has to loosen his grip around you. Ego always feels a bit bad for accidentally squeezing you so tight, but the game gets too intense over and over he can't help but do it again

-even though you have no idea what's going on, you notice how happy everyone including your father is when the Blue Lock Eleven wins, and your dad being happy makes you happy as well!!!

-a bit later back in the locker room, Bachira actually gets to hold you and he lets all the cuteness aggression out by squshing your cheeks and tickling you. It also helps him calming down after the match

[majestyjun]

omg mille…toxic breeding kink soobin and you getting into an argument bc he’s too possessive. so you guys are arguing back and forth but soobin was the cutest little pout and his frown pulls at your heart strings!!! you can’t stay mad at your bin for too long! so what do you guys do? of course you let him shove you into the mattress, gotta make it up to him somehow~ and soobin is one to take advantage of every opportunity he’s given!! you think he’s too possessive and might consider leaving him? well, he’ll make sure to give you something that will anchor you to him for at least 9 months and if you’re more traditional? it’ll be at least 18 years or longer if you just keep letting him pump you full of his seed >_<

O.O i—i think i lost all the brain cells

an argument with possessive!soobin… you’ll never win. so maybe he yanked you away from doing something important without a reason, insisting you had to go, his large frame around yours as he almost has to carry you off, a look of restrained annoyance on his face as he judges you into the car, smothering anger as he drives. and possessive!soobin clenching the steering wheel as he snaps after you’ve told him he can’t do that… but beneath the anger, there’s a throbbing fear, so scared you’ll ever leave, he couldn’t bear the thought. and he won’t say what it was, all that you know is that soobin practically dragged you away, pushing you into your shared apartment with an unusual urgency. he can’t help it, he’s so possessive even the slightest fear has him on edge… so no matter how much you argue, he’ll say it was for your own good, breaking into a sad pout, sadly mumbling that he just can’t say what it was, so fearful that the thought will incite you to leave. and he knows how jealous he is, so unreasonably envious and possessive, but he can’t help it… and so shhh, stay with him?

soobin and his addictive kisses, murmuring if he can make it up to you, sweet manipulation tasting like his love as his lips move against yours, needy and begging for a second chance (maybe ifs… oh, who can keep count~?) and possessive!soobin who shoved you deeper and deeper into the sheets, his lips finding your pretty tits as he tugs down your neckline, an endless mantra of three words, laced with a touch of heavenly reassurances. his heavy bulge pressed against your leg as his lips needily suckle your soft tits, wet with saliva from kisses, your pretty whines only encouraging him further, trailing kisses up your neck as he tugs down his sweatpants, let him~? and possessive!soobin who manipulates your mind, shhh, forget those silly pills you once took… they’ve been sugar for a month now. so dont resist as his big cock pushes into your tight pussy, let him touch the bulge in your tummy with his big hand, thinking of how full you’ll be, of his love. and how you’ll never leave, if he fills you up just as he desires, darling, never think of a thought beyond him. and soobin whose big cock can send you to seventh heaven, so fucked dumb from his size and heavy thrusts, lavish love in the form of marks and messy kisses, don’t think at all. be addicted to his love, beg for him, and only for him as he cums inside, hot seed filling you up to the brim, so much of his possession flooding his mind as his lips claim yours, never think more about it, darling. and soobin who can’t bear to only give you one load… no, you have to take more, ensure you’re his for eternity as he fucks you dumb, pretty love of his all fertile as his cum stains the sheets, spilling from your abused pussy as you beg you can’t take any more, only for soobin’s sugary manipulation to whisper in your ear that he has to, take one more load, sweetheart~? he knows you can, after all… he’ll do anything to keep you his, and wouldn’t you love to bear your shared love, stay with him?

bonus; possessive!soobin who’s in a daze, he lost his mind as he pulls out, cum leaking from your pussy and all sweaty, his bangs sticking to his forehead as he greedily stares at your full tummy, long fingers pushing down slightly to see more cum seep out >< whispering a soft promise to love you forever, a kiss pressed to your forehead as his hand rests on your abdomen <3

goddamn possessive soobin n his breeding kink gets me @.@

[theplumsoldier]

like a good husband would

summary: joel owes you some good dick after he scared you like that warnings: smut, breeding kink, vulgar language, mentions of blood. a/n: omg hope its not that obvious i haven't written smut in a looong damn time o.o

You had heard him even before the door opened, his heavy boots thumping in the hall. Throwing the blanket from your body, you jumped at the sound of his steps and scurried to meet him. You were faster at unlocking the door than he was at getting out his key.

"Joel!" cried you, when you were met with his weary face and leaped forward to pull him in.

"Baby," murmured he, shock apparent in his bearing, careful not to get his red hands on your clothes when you pulled him into a tight hug.

Adrenaline had taken charge of your mechanics and you hurriedly pulled him after you to the bathroom, mind set on cleaning him up and tending to any wounds.

"I was so scared something had happened to you, shit--they said, someone had been hurt! I've been losing my shit the past hours 'cause they couldn't give any updates, and fuck! I was so afraid it was you, Joel--"

"Baby, baby!" he interrupted, harshly pulling you into his chest by your hand. "I'm fine, I'm okay, baby."

Before you knew it tears were streaming down your cheeks, overwhelmed by the rush surging through your bones.

Joel grabbed you by the chin, pulling your face close to his, whispering, "Okay? I'm fine, baby."

Gulping, you mimicked his nod. "Okay."

Although he insisted he was fine, you demanded he sat in the tub like a good husband would, and let you clean him. As it turned out, he did in fact have several bruises that hadn't been there in the morning, and you did not hesitate to scold him.

"They're just scratches," he brushed off and he was right. They wouldn't need any extensive care, so you focused on his tense muscles instead. Rubbing his wet skin, your thumbs ran over the most sensitive spots eliciting deep hums from him.

"That good, baby?" asked you, leaning down to kiss his tan skin.

Joel moaned in response, making your eyes catch sight of his cock in the water. Reaching down, you softly pumped him, finger teasing the slit carving his head.

"And this?"

You felt him writhe beneath you, hand reaching up behind him to pull you by your shirt. Placing your lips on his, he immediately moaned at the taste.

"God, I love you," he said between open-mouthed kisses, splashing water everywhere as he got out of the tub and picked you up.

Laughing, you squealed his name, protesting the mess he had made when he threw you onto your bed.

Straddling you, he made a dumbfounded grimace. "Ey, you started this. Ya really think I wasn't gonna finish it, huh?"

You grinned, lovesick as you pulled him into your neck to suck on the spot he knew like the back of his own hand. Leaning into the pillow, you closed your eyes to enjoy the feeling of his warm lips.

"Baby," moaned you, your hands pulling his face up to your own, pressing his forehead against yours. "You gonna make it up to me for scaring me like that?"

A devious chuckle blessed his face, a wink in his eye. Then he went south.

You giggled and pulled off your shirt in a quick move, making yourself comfortable as he removed your sweatpants and underwear.

He started off by, teasingly slow, peppering kisses up your thigh, one hand on the back of your thigh, massaging, and the other one cupping a breast, groping.

Joel looked up from between your thighs, whispering "goddess" as you had found cloud nine, already ecstatic from the sensation that would soon follow.

Then he dove in, his tongue licking a long, wet stripe through your folds, desperate to taste your juices. Moaning into your cunt he became completely drunk on your pussy, loving that this was all for him.

Your hand flew down to grasp at his hair when he pulled you impossibly closer. His stubbles tickled your clit, making you writhe beneath him, just as he had in the bathtub. He was reminded to rub it with his thumb, sliding soft motions across the delicate bundle.

Moaning his name, you whined for the feeling of him filling you and he felt his cock twitch, knowing exactly what you needed. Although he enjoyed playing with you, he was in no mood to deny you of your wants.

With a final suck and kiss on your clit, he moved up your stomach, licking a stripe on your belly and flicking your nipple with his warm tongue.

Pulling him back up to you, you swirled your tongue across his, knowing very well how much he loved it when you wanted to taste yourself on him. To know that he was the one you wanted, that he was the only one who got to see you like this. He was proud to be the man to satisfy you, honored to tend to your needs.

And that's what he did.

He slid into you with ease, your pussy fitting him like a glove, hugging him.

Cussing, you clutched him tight, a hand squeezing his firm ass to steady him and adjust to his size. Every night he would rip you open like a ripe fruit, your longtime marriage confused with that of a newlywed couple, still, madly in love at every darn sight.

"Fuck, I love you," moaned he, pressing his lips to yours, bottoming out.

In a soft but steady motion, Joel rolled his hips against yours, pressing you closer and closer up to the headboard. Your eyes fluttered, lashes blinking up at him, a desperate pout on your face and furrowed brows--you were begging for more.

He picked up the pace, letting you feel the full length of his cock sliding in and out of you with ease. Nuzzling his head into your neck, he murmured praises.

Your eyes fluttered, seeing stars as you felt him in your stomach when he bent your legs upward so that they were pushed against your chest, pinning you in such a way you could hardly move. But it was okay, for you would never leave this man.

"Fuck yeah, baby, want you to fill me up!" moaned you and his eyes locked on you. Your expression didn't match your seduction, a whole different aura to your mien just whining and begging for his cum. A certain attitude about you admitted you were there for his pleasure only, and it riled Joel the fuck up, knowing you wished to be bred like a slut and praised like a goddess.

Even if you were always like this for him, thirsty for his cum, he felt himself reach the point of bursting. He brought his hand down to toy with your clit, a true master at multitasking.

"Gonna fill you with my babies, doll. That whatchu want, yeah? Walk around with my babies, want everybody to know you're mine?"

"Yes, baby--please," whined you, your pussy clenching his cock, nails scraping his back as he thrust one, two, three times before he stilled, coming.

He moaned into your mouth, his milky seed mixing with your own juice.

Joel then looked at you, grinning at the cocky smirk on your lips. Always getting what you want.

"Three," he chirped, commencing the countdown to your ritual post-sex tomfoolery.

You giggled before taking over, "two, one!"

Laughing you reached down to cover your pussy, preventing cum from leaking onto the sheets as he quickly pulled out. He moved to grab a cloth for you, as usual, walking away, cock in hand, but not before you licked his cum off of his fingers and he had kissed your forehead.

[plainemmanem]

Just thinking abt Steve licking his hand before strokin it <3

uh……. yeah……. hngh

i think he’s lowkey a bit insatiable when you guys first start dating, and he’s trying to be a real gentleman and not, you know, beg to fuck you every other day. so there’s a few times he has to jerk off to the thought of you (a poor substitution but oh well) and he is . so filthy . when he jacks off. he really has it down to a science on how to get it done fast, but sometimes, he doesn’t really have anything better to do, and he’s so desperate at the thought of you tbh, and he’ll just lean back in bed for a good hour and jack off.

he usually leans back against the bedpost with his boxers still on and he’ll lick his hand across the palm to lube himself up a bit christtttt and he’ll slip his hand down his boxers to wrap his hand around himself. and he’ll close his eyes and rest his head back against the bed frame, and think about your hands and your tits in that low cut top you wear sometimes, and that one time you leaned over in those really tight jeans and your panties peaked out a little, and how your lips feel when you kiss him and the noises you make when he first slips it in hnghhghgh

and then he’ll stroke up and down, up and down, real slow at first, biting his lip and just thinking of you and squeezing at the base of himself. and then he’ll spread his legs a bit wider and fully pull his cock out of his boxers and use his other hand to rake his fingers through his hair. and then he’ll start to focus on his tip a lot more (like you would when you’re sucking him off) and he’ll rub at the slit like your tongue would, and he’ll take his other hand down to cup at his balls, just like you would, and he’ll think about how your nails feel scratching down his back, and the smell of your hair, and how hot you’d look laying naked in his sheets, and then he’s groaning so so deep and tugging at his dick a lot harder and he’s so sticky from precum and sweaty from how long he’s been at it, and then he thinks about how tight your pussy feels and how you whine out his name when you cum, and all of a sudden he’s leaking all over his hand and all over his boxers and his chest is heaving and he’s moaning out your name as if you were here and his head hurts from how tight his eyes are squeezed together<3

and when he’s finally calmed down a bit and scrambled to clean himself up and taken a cold shower, he’s calling you to ask if you wanna hang out that night O.o

[thehusbandoden]

Words as Sweet as Honey -Aizawa Shota x Reader

A/n: technically this is for a request but also it's givin' me a break O.o

I may write and post another one in a few hours, but no promises! <33

General info:

Genre: fluff // wc: 1,388 // female reader

Summary: Aizawa Shota never knew that words could be anything but hurtful or empty until he met you.

Aizawa Shota brought many different emotions and thoughts from a lot of different people. But almost none of them were endearing.

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"Moody and grim. Doesn't seem like the type to have a social circle."

"Myserious and untrustworthy. I'm sure he's the traitor of UA."

"Strict and unreliable. He likes to sleep and lie a lot."

~

Were all some of the things Shota heard many times in his lifetime, in the beginning they bothered him, but after a while he develeoped an immunity to such cowardly insults.

He thought words were meaningless and wouldn't affect him anymore. But he never thought that mere words could make him feel so... warm.

It started with one goregous, playful, kind, and bold assistant. She had just got her degree for teaching and started working as an assistant. Even though Aizawa complained about having to 'pick up her slack' Principal Nezu didn't even bat an eye and assigned you to him. A part of him actually thought the two of you would work quite well together and partially hoped you'd take a liking to the tsundere teacher, and he'd do the same for you.

It took so long that he started to loose hope, but after a year and a half Shota asked you out. The two of you dated for nine months before you jumped into engagement, and then marriage three months later.

Nezu was pleased, the students were flabergasted, your fellow coworkers were smug -and a few quite richer then before-, and the two of you finally found somone who made you happy.

Even when Shota was dating you, he kept telling himself that the reason your sugar filled compliments made his face so hot and his knees so weak was because you two were still new. It was exciting to have someone he cared for that felt the same for him, and he was xsurex that you would eventually stop having that effect on him.

And he continued to make exuses and brush your words off until one night three weeks into your marriage.

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You were both quietly holding one another, him on his back, and you on his chest. After a very meaningful night full of one another and kisses as sweet as honey, you were simply bathing in one another's presense, so in love with eachother that your hearts ached.

"Shota.. you're so goregous.." you murmurred, causing his chest to shake in a chuckle.

"Say what you want Princess."

"I mean it." You replied, holding yourself up to gaze into his dark eyes.

"Okay, whatever floats your boat."

"Shota. You're goregous. Why do you keep thinking otherwise?"

Shota just sighed in annoyance, resting his hand on your head to gently guide you back to his chest.

"Don't worry about it Kitten.. let's just go back to silence."

"No no no. This is important.. why do you keep denying how goregous you are?!"

"Y/n.. I'm sorry for worrying you, I just don't see what you mean, you don't need to worry my love."

"Shota Aizawa. Look at me." You demand, pushing up to grasp his chin, caputring his gaze with your piercing e/c eyes.

"You. Are. Goregous. You are literally the sexiest man alive- I have never seen anyone more attractive then you. Your black eyes that may seem cold but are actually full of love, your smile- though sometimes creepy- is very endearing. Your hair is so soft and dreamy.. and your-"

"Okay okay- that's enough." Shota blushed, face a deep red.

"Do you really?" You ask, eyes piercing his.

"Y-yeah.."

"Good." Releasing your grip on his chin you move it to brush a strand of hair out of his face, staring into his onyx eyes. Leaning down, you pressed your lips against his, kissing him sweetly.

Moving one hand to your waist and another to cheek Shota kissed you back, causing you to hum and entangle your hands into his hair.

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Since that night Shota acknowledged how your words affected him, letting himself indulge in your honey-sweet words, returning them with his own, one upping you by giving you a breath taking kiss with each compliment.

After a while his world expanded into three people instead of two, your son holding a special place in his heart, mere inches below your own special place.

Aizawa Satoshi, first born son of Aizawa Shota and Aizawa y/n. He was deemed a genious since the beginning, and he shined from his light. He was full of smiles and laughter, he made friends quickly, due to his friendliness and kindess.

He had his Mama's eyes, and his Dada's hair. His facial structure leaned towards his Mama's, but he had his Dad's jawline.

Shota's love continues to grow each day, and so far has had eight beautiful years with his firstborn son. Even though some days were harder then others, he loved his son entirely, and was eternally greatful to you for both carrying and birthing the children the two of you shared.

Next came Emiko, your daughter. Once again she molded another place for herself, completely level with her older brother.

Emiko was sweet as sugar, and made anyone she ran into melt. Like her brother, she smiled all the time, and was a pro at negotiating.

Once again like her brother, she had Dada's hair and Mom's eyes, but she looked identical to her Dad, only resembling her Mom'd appearance with her eyes, height, and nose.

She was loved by all, but her number one fan had to be her brother.

The older boy took care of his sister since day one, she immediately took place as his best friend, and they were inseperable. Even though most days they fought like cats and dogs, if xanyonex dared try and harm her they'd have to go through her big brother, and then had to deal with their parents a few seconds later.

Emiko was only two years younger then Satoshi, and will be turning six in two weeks.

And then came Seji. Much like his older siblings he was full of smiles and kindness, making friends just as easy. Though a bit spoiled, he got along with everyone well.

Unlike his silbings, he had familiar onyx eyes and h/c hair, and instead of resembling most of one of his parents he had a largte mix in him, barely leaning more towards you.

Once again his special spot was level with his siblings, number two in Shota's entire world, mere inches below his Mama. Seji just turned two, and was protected by his entire family- including the cats.

If the Aizawa kids' goregous Mama wasn't enough to convince Shota that words weren't just empty or hurtful, but that they could be full of love, his kids finished the job.

Shota was truly spoiled. Spoiled beyond compare- in his opinion.

Every morning he was greeted by the cutest 'Dada!' or 'Daddy~!', creating a warmth that exploded from his chest, spreading all across his body.

To accompany the sweet nicknames, his kids made sure to tell him that he was very handsome, that they loved him very much, and spread secrets about their Mama.

"Mama said that you were the bestest Daddy ever!"

"Dada, Dada! Mommy says that she loved you a week after you met! Did you love her then too?!"

"Mommy says that she wants another baby!!"

"Daddy~! Mommy bought a pillow with you on it!"

Shota chuckled as the little ones rambled to him, always saving the information to tease you with later.

Due to Shota working so much, he got the kids ready for school, holding Seji the majority of the time, and then poutedly woke you up, apologizing as he gives you your morning, breath taking kiss, and handing you your toddler.

He would then take the older two kids to school and then hurry to UA himself. He would also pick the kids up and then come home to you and Seji, smiling as the toddler grabbed for him, making sure to give you a kiss while shuffling Seji around, making sure both himself and the three year old were comfortable.

Though your family wasn't perfect, and you had many rough patches- as every family does- you all loved one anther greatly, and you would make sure to get through and hard time together, no matter how imposibble it seemed.

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[banggyu0308]

u asked for hard thoughts..

edging subby yeonjun to the point where he gets tired of it and fucks the shit out of you o.o

the way I screamed… yeah, he’d definitely do this.

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warnings: breeding kink, switch yeonjun, fem reader, not proofread

word count: 400

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Yeonjun would tolerate whatever you give him for the first bit, being good and letting you tease him, but the moment you take it too far, pulling away just as he gets the closest to cumming he’s been for the past fifteen minutes, that’s when you realize how fucked you are.

“You want to play with me like that, hm?” He coos in your ear, taking you from behind cause, god, he just wants to be rough with you, biting the soft skin of your shoulder as his pelvis hits your ass. “Cause I can play right back, baby..~”

and he does, fucking into you relentlessly, ruining your orgasm and edging you until you’re begging for him to just let you cum, because please, you need it, you can’t do this anymore.

and finally he’ll let you cum, a smug look on his face as his pace never stops, thoroughly overstimulating you over and over again, for at least a good thirty minutes. He keeps himself in check the entire time, only losing it when your cunt tightens around him, you a shaking mess of jumbled pleas because it’s too much, you can’t take it anymore.

Usually he’ll pull out just as he cums, cumming on your ass or stomach or thighs, maybe your face too if you let him, but tonight he’s not letting you off so easily.

“Are you ready to have my babies, N/N?” He teases, grabbing you by your hair and tugging your head back, tongue kissing you, a smirk on his lips.

you’re too fucked out to respond, whimpers and moans the only sounds leaving you, and Yeonjun smirks again, his thrusts growing slightly sloppier as he gets closer, biting your shoulder again as he cums, his seed spilling inside you, and at the sensation you just pass out, falling limp underneath him.

and that’s when he realizes just how much he’s done to you, and he pulls out, sighing slightly as he cleans you up, tucking you in tight next to him, his arms around your waist, and when you finally come to a few minutes afterwards, he smiles cockily at you and says, “next time, maybe don’t tease me too much, and I’ll go easy on you, alright?” As if he wasn’t feeling guilty and worried about going too far just moments before.

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Yeah I don’t really know what this was-

BUT!

this was perfect, I need more >:)

[emelinstriker]

This might be a silly question but, do the Champions sleep? If so, how would they react to the Reader waking them up gently?

They do actually sleep, but it's more of a thing they enjoy doing rather than them having to do it. As in, they don't necessarily need to sleep, but if for example their Master wants to cuddle and sleep with them, they wouldn't decline. Mink is the only one so far who can't sleep at all. Like, all he can do is pretend till Master falls asleep.

As for waking them up, if they'd just be nudged or something, they would slooowly wake up and just smile at their Master. Cuz if their beloved Master is the first thing they see in the morning, they already know it's going to be a good day. c:

On the other hand, kiss em awake and depending on the champion, the reaction can vary, from-

"...Master."

to "Mm... Couldn't wait for me to wake up, Master?"

to "...Wh- ...O-Oh- Morning, Master... Wait, is it already morning...?"

to "o.o ... o///o ...aaaaAAAaAAA- M-Master! Good morning!"

to... I mean, in Mink's case the Reader would just end up waking up to him staring at them instead of the Reader waking him up-

[dairy-farmer]

My Thought(tm) of the Day! A Do-Over Verse! (o.o ) oh?

Yes! Tim. Glorious, brave, sexy. Dies in battle. It's the Big One, ya'll. A doomed timeline. Worst case scenario. Falling cities, few struggling survivers. The works.

Thing is? For each of them? That worst case scenario is DIFFERENT. Maybe one gets zombies. Another an alien invasion. A hell gate. Regardless, they survive. Fight and live on. Find The Rewind Clock.

A stopwatch that ticks backwards. One use. They.... they have so many regrets. Enemies are closing in. Bloodloss getting to them. They just want to see their family again. Be... better. Nicer to Tim. Save the world.

Click.

Time Rewinds ⏪.

And suddenly? Bruce is... sore. Not burned, parched, and cornered by literal cackling demons as the world burns. Not on his last leg. The last Wayne. The last hope of humanity, a species soon to finally die.

No. He's... exhausted. Wearing clothes he never wanted to see again. Stubble on his face and the ache of recent weeping in his throat. These are his mourning clothes. He's sitting at the Batcomputer. And checking the security feeds?

There is a determined, baby faced, young Timothy Drake... walking himself up the drive. A folder of damning evidence under his little arm.

Jason is dead and soon won't be. And Tim... he... he can start over.

He gets up. This time, he answers the door, instead of Alfred. Is serious when Tim lays out his case. Nods at the right moments. Tells him he's right.

Makes him Robin.

He's better this time. Gives feedback. Doesn't play mind games. Nurtures his brilliance. And Tim? Soaks it up. It burns Bruce, how easy it all could have been. The WARMTH Tim so freely offers. After so many mistakes? Bruce craves it like an addict.

But nothing could ever just be free, could it?

That damn end of the world scenario. He finally tracks it down. Has a MONTH left before Jason should be back. Only to get dragged into literal Hell along side Constantine and have to fight his way out. They close the damn gate. Forever.

It takes two months.

He's in pieces. Injured and still reeling from the horrors he's seen. But he has to try. Try to go get his son. Tim stops him. Keeps him from killing himself, trying to invade the heart of the League while half dead. But after the fires... all the fires... he's so cold. They JEERED and mocked him with his failures.

Like an Addict.

He needs to be closer. Closer and closer. Needs to cherish and be kind and SHOW Tim how much he means to him. But he can't! A lifetime if words trapped, refuse to break free, even now. The only time he's EVER been so intimate and soft is when he...

Wires not so much cross as long ago corroded. He NEEDS. He's kissing Tim's neck. Hands gentle. See? He CAN be gentle. Be tender and good. Not even taking for himself, just massaging muscles loose. Stroking soft, soft skin. Pulling close to cuddle, warm and precious, as he rubs and rubs until Tim comes apart under his gentle hands.

Tim clings so tight. Is punchdrunk and twitching. A first.

His Robin trusts him. Loves him. Is a curious, insatiable, lad. What new, unexpected, and pleasant thing is THIS? Tim let's him have so many firsts.

But what of Dick? Brother and Protecter of Timmeryly Innocence? He faced Vampires. Because of course it had to be sexy, sexy, Vampires. Frankly, he half expected it. But as they close in? He stands atop the hoard of every explosive left he could salvage and wonders if his family would have proud.

If this stupid stop watch will even work.

Where, exactly, he would have taken Timmers for a "Yay We Won!" Celebration dinner if they had, indeed, actually won. He misses pizza. And his friends. But most of all? His family.

Eat several hundred tons of chemical reactions, fuckers.

Click.

He's just finished unlocking a door he is VERY certain he sent a vampiric Deathstroke face first through. The door swings open aaaaand.... yep, that's his old apartment. What day is-?

Tim squeezes by him to start poking around.

Oh.

Dick stops caring. Tim is ALIVE. Smiling at him and joking. Dick feels floaty and far away. Let's Tim do as he pleases. And just... let's himself breathe. Feeling like he's wound too tight beneath his skin. Like at any moment a vampire will crash through a wall and ruin this beautiful dream.

Eventually, Tim notices.

He climbs into Dicks lap to hug him. Ground him. And... and something in Dick snaps. That heartbeat. That beautiful, beautiful heartbeat. Alive, alive, ALIVE. He's rolling them before he can think about it. Tim melting into his kisses. Then jerking and grabbing hold for dear life as he slides of the couch to his knees.

All but ripping anything that keeps his mouth from its goal. Spreading legs and holding them tight, so he can't wiggle free too escape how overwhelming it feels. Dick couldn't hold back if he wanted too.

And he really, really doesn't want too.

Tasting and swirling, sucking and fucking his tounge as deep as it'll go. Pinching and rubbing at that cute little clit. Sliding fingers DEEP to fuck and find and rub mercilessly against all his good spots.

If the apartment wasn't soundproofed, his neighbors would think he was murdering someone. Slowly.

He's so hard it hurts and can't bring himself to care. It's so GOOD to see Timmy sobbing on his tounge. Writhing on the fucking of his fingers, incoherently begging. The only thing that convinces him to STOP is when Tim's whines start sounding the wrong kind of desperate.

Fumbling blindly with a wet hand he jerks his sweats down and crawls up. Bends his sweet boy in half. He slides in so easy, after all the fingerfucking and orgasms. Timmy is so WET. Gushing.

It's perfect. He's perfect. Doesn't have to do a thing. Dick can lift him up easy, still impaled all precious and perfect on his cock, and carry him to the bedroom. Lay him down and work his cock in and out, sweet and gentle, of that poor over toyed with hole, until it becomes too much and he spills DEEP.

You just doze off, Tim. Let your big brother take care of clean up.

And so it goes~ Jason? Zombies. The jokes got old REAL fast. He blinks awake one step into Titans Tower. Changes plans. Catches his successor masterbating. Changes plans AGAIN. Since when was Tim-Tam capable of being horny? Who cares. It's been years by his view point and this is Hot.

He Dramatically Unmasks and pounds Tim through the mattress. Exits stage left, pursued by drugged up Half-Kryptonian.

Damian? About to die in the cold vacuum of space. Took the fight to them. Invade HIS planet, will you? Well uno reverse card mother fuckers. He's gonna invade YOU. ALARMING successfully too, they might add. That was their entire battle fleet.

WAS.

But, well, all men must die... etc etc. Death soliloquy. Or... you know... this stupid magical watch Jon insisted he bring. Meh. Might as wel- Click.

Mother Fucker. Jon was RIGHT. He must never be informed.

And... he forgot how Competently Sexy his Rival was. Shit. He was caught loo-! But Tim just? Grins? Says something about him finally "deciding to get along, huh"? W-what? What's happening. Why is he being pushed down onto a bench? Is this hazing?

Tim rides him dry. He may be a changed man. He can't feel his toes. What in the name of all that is small and fluffy is GOING ON!? Wasn't this supposed to be time travel? And of course, that's when he clocks the others acting Clearly Off.

The fuckers Be-Hornied his RIVAL! He's... something about that! He'll tell you when he can move again. Contemplated the virtues of matrimony with his long time Rival. But rest assured! There will be yelling!

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😍😍😍😍!!!! them all going back in time at different points and making their moves on tim, treating him nicer, more tender, not letting themselves be held back because they've denied themselves for so long and lost their tim already!!! bruce being the first followed by dick, jason, and damian who indulge and fuck tim and love him! and tim!!! loving his family so much and loving them in every way, letting them make their moves on him because this time around they love him and aren't afraid to show it!! all these versions of the bats who have lived through the loss of everything in an apocalypse and getting to live peaceful and happy lives with their tim!!!😍