#they like to be Snuggly together. they love to be fucking Cozy together.

[miss-bvnny]

I just discovered your BATB AU with Nicole and I adore her

I think LeFou adores her too <3

Thanks for the kind compliment I was looking for a reason to draw these two earlier haha. Cheap Shill but there's more of them under their tag on my blog if anyone was so curious to wonder~

[borathae]

↳ Index [Snippet #44 - Face Fuck]

"When Jungkook sucks your strap."

Genre: married life!AU, some Slice of Life Fluff, Smut

Warnings: my bois Yoonmin make an appearance, sub!Jungkook, Dom!Reader, masochist!Jungkook, kneeling, cock rubbing over briefs, she steps on his cock, girl bulge ngng, this is the nasties blowjob ever, strap sucking, squirting dildo, fake cum eating & play, deep throating, face fucking, so much gagging, tears, drool, Jungkook is so needy for her cock, hair pulling, tongue spanking, face slapping with cock, praise, degradation ("needy cockslut", "whore" etc.), good boy kink, he calls her ma'am, she calls him puppy, mental orgasms (f.receiving), creampieing, he bites her neck as he cums, he also scratches her from neediness, tears after sex, loving aftercare, snuggles and kisses, they’re in love and kinky :(

Wordcount: 7.8k

a/n: *sluttish barking and growling*

You and Jungkook are ready for bed. Freshly showered, moisturized, clean teeth and comfy pjs. You are done and ready. Cozy and snuggly. Warm and sleepy. You aren’t cuddling anymore as you always break apart before sleep to get more comfortable. You are still facing each other, having enough distance between your faces that you don’t breathe in each other’s air, but you still have enough closeness so that you can hold hands. 

Well, it is more so that Jungkook is holding your hand, while you are getting closer and closer to sleepy town. He is tracing your knuckles, staring into the darkness. You have your blinds down, so he can’t see anything, but just the knowledge that you were there is comforting him. He could never sleep in separate beds, let alone separate rooms. You and he talked about it, as one married couple does at some point in their marriage, because you heard from others that it could be beneficial to the marriage. Not for you and Jungkook. You tried it for two nights, before both of you left your rooms to coincidentally meet in the hallway.

“I don’t like this. Wanna be with you”, you told him sleepily as you instinctively touched his tummy for the familiar feel of him.

“I hate it, wanna share a bed”, he answered you and then you and he went to bed in your shared bedroom and you cuddled, falling asleep seconds later. 

That was years ago and, unless circumstances make you, you never slept in separate beds again. 

You love being together. You love knowing that the other is close and that you have each other. You love being able to cuddle whenever, to hold hands and stub feet, you love that you can kiss and snuggle and that you can also chat whenever. The little sleep sounds each of you makes are also very relaxing to both of you. Even Jungkook’s snoring. Somehow it relaxes you because it lets you know that you have him with you. Yeah, you’re that crazy for the man. He is just as crazy however, because he loves your sleep mumbling. It’s utter nonsense and most of the time unintelligible, but he loves it because it means that he has you with him. 

Tonight, Jungkook can’t quite find sleepiness. He feels tired and drowsy, but he can’t fall asleep yet. There is a thought keeping him awake and he needs to share it with you.

He whispers your name.

“Ye”, you breathe. 

“Can I tell you something?”

“Mh-hm.”

“Please don’t laugh at me.”

“Kay.”

“I was thinking and maybe, I don’t know, maybe it could be hot if I sucked your strap? Maybe?”

A few seconds of silence where you clearly gather your strength.

“My strap?” you lull.

“Yeah. I give it head, suck it and if you want to, you can push my head down on it and fuck my face with it. Yeah, I’d like to kneel. I think that could be hot”, 

“M’kay”, you mumble and exhale deeply. Jungkook knows for a fact that you are barely conscious at this point. He is so stupid for bringing it up now. He wanted to do it earlier, but was too nervous. Now he is risking that you won’t even truly take in what he is telling you. 

“Could you be interested in that? I know you wouldn’t really feel it and it’s kinda a little weird of me to wanna suck dick, but yeah.”

“s’not weird.”

“Sorry, I’m nervous”, Jungkook confesses in a whisper, “I know it’s not weird. I guess, I’m just scared you’d hate it.”

“No, just…”, you lull and exhale, “so sleep-mhm.” 

“Did you just fall asleep?”

You mumble something he can’t decipher.

“Baby?”

No new mumbles. 

“You actually fell asleep. No baby, I wasn’t done”, he whines quietly, squeezing your hand, “please, I hope you heard it.” 

He falls asleep not knowing whether his stupid fantasy was heard or not. 

He doesn’t get clarity the next morning because you had to leave before he wakes. He also doesn’t get clarity during the day because other than your good morning texts, you don’t text a lot. You also text him later that day that you and Jimin will meet up for the gym, so Jungkook doesn’t have to pick you up from the restaurant.

Jungkook leaves the studio feeling defeated. Out of all the days, the universe decides to make today the day of barely any communication. He feels very jittery driving home and regrets ever telling you. What if the reason why you weren’t texting him a lot and are now going to the gym with Jimin is because you are weirded out by the idea? What if you are trash talking about him to Jimin? Not that you ever do, but what if? 

Once home and Bam’s dinner is taken care of, Jungkook decides to text you again. He needs to know that you aren’t ignoring him or else he’ll go crazy.

-          Jungkook: Are you eating at home or will you guys go somewhere?

He is in the home gym when you answer him 

-          Wifey ♡: Jimin invited me over for dinner.

Jungkook pouts.

-          Jungkook: Okie dokie :) 

He tries to make his message sound normal even though he is currently aching. He feels so nervous and left out. You probably told Jimin about the weird shit Jungkook asked of you and are now trying to stay away for as long as possible.

-          Wifey ♡: did you cook already?

-          Jungkook: No :) 

-          Wifey ♡: good. Come over as well ♡

-          Jungkook: YES OKAY *-*

-          Wifey ♡: hahahaha I knew you were being sulky

Jungkook smiles, kicking his feet.

-          Jungkook: Why would you think that?

-          Wifey ♡: cause you never use :) unless you’re trying to be sarcastic or fake happy 

-          Jungkook: That’s not true :) :)

-          Wifey ♡: hahhahah you’re cute ♡ bring Bam too ♡

-          Jungkook: Okie dokie ♡♡♡ when can I come over?

-          Wifey ♡: whenever you’re done. We’re leaving the gym rn

-          Jungkook: Got it ♡ 

Jungkook abandons his gym session for the sake of getting ready. He feels so good again. You aren’t avoiding him. He is so happy.

Yoongi and Jimin don’t live that far from your place. Just a few minutes by bike and around twenty minutes by foot. Jungkook decides to take Bam for a walk. It’ll take you and Jimin a good thirty minutes to get home. 

Yoongi opens the door for Jungkook, wearing an apron and a bandana to keep his dark hair out of his face.

“Hey there”, he greets Jungkook.

“Hey. ___ told me that I can come over for dinner?”

“Yeah, sorry I look like a mess. I’m making aglio e oglio”, Yoongi says and looks at Bam, “hey Bamie, how are you?” he greets him in a squeaky voice.

The Doberman huffs out air in greeting, jumping on his tiptoes as his tail wags excitedly and his nose sniffles at Yoongi. The latter is petting him, cooing silly, little things. Jungkook takes off his shoes and light jacket in the meantime.

Holly is by his feet, wagging his tail at Jungkook. And so it happens that the two heavily-tattooed men are cooing and wooing in the entrance way as they greet each other’s adorable fur babies. Said fur babies soon scurry off to play with each other, filling the background with their playful noises. Bam and Holly get along great, despite their size differences and Holly’s anxious nature, and you often meet up with each other for doggy play dates. You are happy that they are friends. It feels as if your children were friends. 

Yoongi and Jungkook walk to the kitchen, chatting.

“Can I help you with dinner?”Jungkook offers.

“No, it’s okay.”

“Are you sure? I’m here now, you know.”

“Maybe set the table?”

“I’ll do that. How are you doing?”

“Yeah, I’m good. The Tigers won last night’s game.”

The Tigers were Yoongi’s favourite basketball team. He watches every game and even has a few fan memorabilia scattered around the house.

“Yo, that’s amazing dude. That’s like the third game they’re winning, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is. I screamed so loud, you have no idea”, Yoongi says and chuckles, “I was so excited.”

“I can imagine. Your team’s winning, man”, Jungkook says and nudges his arm in a brotherly manner, “does that mean they’re one win away from qualifying?”

“Yeah. I hope they’ll win. I’d cry. It would make me so happy.”

“I wanna watch the game when it’s on. I gotta see it too.”

“Do you wanna come over? They’re playing this Saturday.”

“Yeah, I’m free on Saturday. I’d be so down to come over.”

“Nice. I’ll get new whisky for high rise.”

“Nice. That’s exciting.” 

The two men continue chatting about the game while Yoongi cooks and Jungkook sets the table. It happens naturally that conversation shifts to their marriages and while Yoongi tells Jungkook about their dying houseplant, Jungkook has something burdening to share.

“Yeah sure, talk to me”, Yoongi allows him.

“Okay so, I’ve been going crazy today. I made a mistake last night.”

“What did you do?”

“I asked ___ if we could do something kinky in bed, but she was almost asleep and now I don’t know if she heard me.”

“What did you ask her?”

“Promise not to laugh.”

“Kook, it’s me. I don’t judge.”

“Yeah, I know. Okay so, I asked her if she’d be down to let me suck her strap.”

“Kinky.”

“I know, but also weird? I guess?”

“Why is it weird? It’s hot.” 

“I guess. I don’t know, I can imagine that it’s not really pleasurable for her?”

“Jungkook”, Yoongi places his hand onto Jungkook’s shoulder, “let me tell you something from my long years of being pan and a whore in my youth.”

Jungkook chuckles.

“The right woman loves to get her strap sucked and I can tell you from experience it gets them off as if it was their real cock.”

“Really? I mean, does it?”

“Yeah, it does.”

“And it feels nice? How does it feel? Did you like it?”

“I loved it. It feels harder than a real cock. It also doesn’t bend as easily and you really gotta relax your throat. It also won’t taste salty like real cock and the smell won’t be there either. And it got me off real fucking good.” 

“It did?”

“Yeah, it did. I couldn’t stop doing it. Ask her again. I’m serious Kook, you’ll regret not trying it.”

“Okay, phew now I’m all hot”, he confesses and laughs.

Yoongi chuckles and turns his back to Jungkook for the sake of stirring the pasta.

“Do it with a squirting strap.”

Jungkook coughs as Yoongi’s blunt suggestion surprised him. He looks over his shoulder, meeting his best friend’s serious gaze.

“Do it”, he insists.

“O-okay, I will.”

“Make her cum on your face.”

“Yoongi, stop”, Jungkook whines.

Yoongi chuckles and looks into the pasta. 

“Is he being annoying again?” 

You and Jimin enter the kitchen. The latter is asking as he hurries to his husband for a back hug. They sway from side to side while Jimin has his chin resting on his shoulder.

“I’m never annoying. You’re annoying”, Yoongi defends himself to which Jimin chuckles and kisses his neck.

“You’re always annoying”, he whispers, earning himself a gentle nudge into his stomach with Yoongi’s elbow. He giggles, hugging his husband tighter while Yoongi pouts and lets it happen.

You greet your husband with less friendly bickering, hugging his arm with your cheek nuzzled against it.

“Hey there.”

“Hey.”

“How are you?”

“Good. I guess. Today wasn’t the best.”

You look at him with worried eyes, touching his waist.

“What happened?”

“Can we talk about it later? I wanna do it alone.”

“Yeah of course”, you say and hug him, “mhhm, I’m transferring my love and good vibes to you.”

Jungkook chuckles, hugging you back with his hand rubbing your back.

“I can feel it, thank you sweetie pie.”

You lift your head, resting your chin against his chest as you grin up at him. He leans down and kisses the bridge of your nose. He feels so good now that you’re here. You don’t hate him for his confession. Yet. 

Dinner with your friends is wonderful. You talk, you laugh, you catch up with each other and later share some whiskey until it was time for you to go. You and Jungkook walk home hand in hand and giggling. You left your bike by Jimin’s and Yoongi’s because you couldn’t possibly drive tonight. You aren’t drunk rather than that you are both giddily tipsy. It’s a nice kind of drunk because you know that it won’t last long and also won’t leave you hungover tomorrow. It is just the perfect amount to make the already amazing evening feel incredible. You first chatted good things about Jimin and Yoongi, before switching the conversation to Bam. You can already see your house when you change topics again after some seconds of silence.

“Why was your day bad?” you ask him.

“What do you mean?”

“You told me your day wasn’t the best. What happened?” 

Jungkook sighs and shrugs his shoulders, “it was my own fault, I guess.”

“Why? What did you do?”

Jungkook hesitates.

“It’s okay. You can talk to me.”

Jungkook takes a deep breath, “okay so.”

“Yeah?”

“Remember last night?” 

“When you asked me if you could suck my strap? Yeah, I do.”

Jungkook’s entire body tenses up in nervousness. So you heard him.

“O-okay.”

“What about it?”

“No-nothing, I just, nothing.”

“I’d be down. You know?”

“Would you really?” Jungkook gasps squeakily, looking at you with widened eyes.

“Yeah, I bet that could be sexy.” 

“Wait. Are you fucking with me? You’d actually be down?”

You nod your head, “yeah.”

“Dude, I was shitting myself all day ‘cause I thought I’d fucked it”, he confesses in a laugh, rounding you so he could walk in front of you and grab your waist. You hold onto his lower arms, smiling up at him.

“Really? You were just straight up shitting yourself for an entire day?”

“Yeah. Straight up.”

He makes you laugh. You and he stop on the sidewalk because laughter was just too good to continue.

“You’re so fucking stupid”, you snicker and scrunch your nose, “I love you like crazy, you doofus.”

“I love you too. Like so much, oh my god baby”, he begins whining with buckling knees and a pouty face, “I wanna suck your strap so bad. Oh my god. Please.”

“Mmh, you’re so cute when you’re begging. How bad you want it?”

“So bad. Like so bad”, he pouts, sagging his shoulders, “wanna gag and choke around you.”

“Hot. I don’t know though, I’m not convinced you actually want it.”

Jungkook mewls, stomping his foot.

“I want it so bad please. Wanna be creamed too.”

Your eyes gleam dangerously, your fingers close around his waist. 

“You wanna be creamed?” you rasp.

“Yeah, so bad”, Jungkook says and gives you his best puppy eyes, “please? Please, please?”

“Mhm shit, you got me”, you give in and take his hand, “we’re doing it tonight?”

“Yeah, holy fuck yes”, Jungkook croaks and jogs after you in little skips. He is so happy that he can’t stop giggling and snuggling into you. It makes walking a little difficult, but you don’t want to change anything. You love it when he’s clingy. 

By the time you have reached the front door, Jungkook’s clinginess turns into neediness. He is kneading your softness, panting against your neck as he is nibbling at it. 

“I fucked it. Holy fuck, I’m so horny”, he gets out and mewls, sucking on your neck in an attempt to find relief.

“We’re almost there. Hold out a little longer”, you promise him and in that moment, the door unlocks. 

Jungkook needs to be a little patient once inside. Not only because you both needed to take off your outdoor clothes, you also needed to wipe Bam’s paws. You are squatting on the ground while Jungkook is standing. He walks up behind you and cages you in between his knees, placing both his hands on the top of your head. He sways you, whining his words.

“I’m needy.”

“Patience. I’m almost done”, you laugh, “Kook stop shaking me, Imma lose balance.”

“Then hurry up”, he whines and sways you more vigorously. 

“Kook”, you cackle, “stop it, you doofus.” 

“Hurry up”, Jungkook whines.

You finish Bam’s last paw, pushing Jungkook away gently so you could get up. 

“You”, you slap his chest gently.

Jungkook is both begging with his puppy eyes and being cocky with them.

“I’m not gonna be faster when you’re acting impatient.”

“But you’re done now”, he says and closes in. He kneads your hips, lowering his eyes halfway to let them run over your face.

You dance your hands from his chest to the nape of his neck. You look at his lips, feeling your stomach flutter. They look so pretty and pouty. Knowing that soon they’ll stretch and move around your strap is turning you on so good. 

Jungkook notices your hungry gaze and sees it as his cue to move in. You stop him with a finger pressed to his lips, making him both whine and chuckle. 

“Here’s what’s gonna happen”, you talk in your sexy voice. The kind of voice that makes Jungkook feel so, so woozy in desire, “you’re gonna go to the bedroom and make yourself pretty. You’re gonna wait for me on your knees and I’m gonna put Bam in his crate. Understood?” 

He nods his head.

“Understood?” you insist and grab a bundle of his hair to pull. 

“Yes ma’am”, he whimpers and closes his eyes, parting his lips. 

“That’s better”, you release his hair, “off you go. I want you kneeling once I’m done”, you order and step back. 

Jungkook takes your hands and bows down to kiss your knuckles.

“Yes ma’am”, he says and breaks away to hurry to the bedroom.

You watch him until he reached the top of the stairs. You sigh. He is so perfect when he’s so obedient. 

You look at Bam.

“Now let’s get you to bed, baby”, you say.

Jungkook feels restless. He keeps checking the time. His heart is racing. He can’t seem to regulate his breathing. He feels dizzy in anticipation. The time. Another minute passed. He shifts without leaving the position. He is in front of the foot end of the bed, facing the door. The rug under his knees makes it comfortable. The pressure around his cock gets more and more unbearable. The time. Another minute passed. 

Jungkook balls his hands to fists. When are you coming? It feels like you’ve been gone for hours. He can’t take it for long anymore. 

The door opens. He moans softly in pure relief. It’s time. The waiting will finally stop. His heart speeds up, his stomach tingles. He straightens up, fixing his posture this way. He needs to look perfect when you finally step inside.

You enter the room. Jungkook begins breathing quickly, feeling dazed. 

You meet his eyes for just a second before looking him up and down. He’s in his Calvins and nothing else. A black leather collar adorns his neck, looking so pretty on him. 

You walk past him to the sex toy dresser. Jungkook watches you in the tense silence, feeling more and more restless. You didn’t even address his state. Did you even notice that he was there? 

You open the drawer which holds your straps and bend down to look for the right one. You fetch it, holding it up by the base while your other hand is letting the harness tangle. 

Jungkook gulps, rubbing his thighs together. 

You look over your shoulder. Jungkook straightens up instantly. No words. You turn away and leave for the bathroom. The door closes. Jungkook is left alone. 

He makes fists again, pulling a face of desperation. He feels so unbearably needy now that he saw you. He can’t bear to be left alone again. He needs you with him so fucking bad. He checks the time. Not even a minute passed. Jungkook squeezes his thighs together. The pressure feels intense on his needy cock. If you don’t come back soon, he’ll actually manage to make himself hard. 

The time. A minute passed. 

Jungkook opens his hands. His fingers twitch. What if he rubs his cock over his briefs? He made sure to pick out gray coloured ones so you can see the wet stains he leaves. You’ll probably like it when you come back and he is already wet and hard in his briefs. 

He slides his hand closer, leaving goosebumps on his thigh because the touch feels so good. 

No. 

He’s going so crazy in desperation that he almost lost control. You never ordered him to play with himself. He shouldn’t disobey. 

The time. Another minute passed. 

He closes his hands to fists and exhales shakily. Please let time pass quicker.

The time again. Ten, eleven, twelve seconds passed. 

Fuck. It felt like a minute already.

Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two. 

Jungkook opens his hands again and feels up his thigh. Maybe he could do it for a few seconds. Just a little. Not a lot. He’ll stop himself before it gets too obvious. His fingertips brush over his tip.

“A-ah”, he lets out quietly, arching his back. Again. Upwards this time around. His cock twitches and hardens. Jungkook feels blurry. This feels so good. 

He opens his thighs for better access and cups his own cock. He whimpers, closing his eyes as he begins massaging and rubbing himself over his briefs. The material between his touch and his cock actually makes it feel so much better because it enables him to rub without friction. 

It feels so good. He witnesses every change in his cock. How it goes from soft and flaccid to hard and swollen. To feel himself get hard turns him on so much more. Jungkook can barely take breaths, sliding his hand to his tip to massage it through his briefs. He touches the most sensitive spots, arching his back because it feels so fucking good. 

He tilts his head back and moans the only thing running through his mind. 

Your name.

Breathy and filled with so much submission, it leaves his lips. 

He gets his briefs messy because hearing your name makes him leak. 

Fuck, how long are you still going to be gone?

He opens his eyes to check the time and squeaks as he startles. You are right in front of him, standing over him with a dark expression on your face. 

“You scared me”, he gets out and widens his eyes, “oh”, he lets out and moves his hand away quickly, straightening up. He gulps, looking up at you with sorry puppy eyes. 

“Did I tell you to play with yourself?” you ask him. 

“Sorry”, he whispers.

You touch him. Jungkook chases your touch even if it ends in you tugging on a bundle of his hair. 

“Did I tell you?” you repeat the question.

“No”, he whimpers, furrowing his brows in desperation.

“No, I didn’t. So why did you do it?”

“I was needy.”

“Wrong”, you warn and twist his hair tighter.

“Wanted to make myself pretty for you”, he squeaks out, shivering in pleasure. The tug hurts, sending electricity through his veins.

Your features soften. You smirk. Your fingers release his hair and begin scratching his tender scalp. 

“I can accept that”, you speak sweetly and look at his cock. Hard and throbbing it bulges his grey briefs. The light coloured fabric is tainted dark grey where his tip is. You run your foot over it. 

Jungkook moans and rolls his hips into the sensation. His thighs twitch and tense. His abs convulse as they move his hips needily.

“So wet”, you rasp and put pressure on his tip.

“O-oh”, he tenses up, closing his fingers around your calf. The pressure borders on painful and it’s getting him so breathless.

“And sensitive. Hm?”

He nods his head, wiggling his hips in hopes of getting his tip stimulated. 

“Good”, you say and remove your foot. 

Jungkook mewls. He wanted it so much longer. 

“Look at me.”

He obeys. The state of you finally begins seeping into his consciousness. He was so busy being startled and then disciplined to notice how fucking sexy you look. You took off your shirt, but kept your sports bra on. Your body looks so good after the gym. You always hold yourself with so much more confidence and Jungkook feels drowsy. 

You also kept your sweats on. Grey. They are bulging in the front. 

Jungkook gulps, gawking at it with big, needy eyes. 

“You see it?”

He mewls and nods his head.

“I’m so hard for you, puppy”, you rasp and cup your bulge to shake it around a little.

Jungkook moans, moving closer as his lips part. He is throbbing in his briefs. You are so fucking good in how you talk to him. He expected you to come out in nothing but your strap, but of course you are making the sexiest fucking roleplay out of it. He’s got you hard in your sweats. His mouth waters because of it.

“Do you want it?” 

“Yes please”, he croaks, gulping down the masses of drool gathering in his mouth.

“Take it out.”

Jungkook moves instantly. He tugs your sweats down until your strap can flop out. He lets go of the sweats so they bulge under your strap. He follows your cock with his eyes. You must have squeezed down on the pump because it’s leaking just a little from its hole.

Jungkook mewls, looking up at you with widened eyes. Your lips are curled into a knowing smirk, your eyes are half-lidded.

“Seems that I’m leaking for you, puppy.” 

“Holy fuck”, he gets out and looks back at your cock. Because it’s fake cum, it is already white and creamy, but Jungkook couldn’t care less about the inaccuracy. You are leaking for him and that’s all that fucking matters. 

“Please”, he begs and sticks his tongue out.

You grab your cock by its base, burying your hand in his hair. You tilt his head back. Jungkook helps you with it. He keeps staring at your cock even when you move closer and his eyes cross. To have him so cock-obsessed gets you off so good. He is so needy for your dick that he’s looking all silly for you. He’s so fucking perfect.

You spank his tongue with your cock. His tongue pulsates and shakes. A needy mewl leaves him. 

“Mhm, look at you. You look so pretty”, you praise, rewarding him with a spank to his tongue. Just once because then you pull back to instead slap his face with your cock. Once on his right cheek, then his left.

Jungkook rolls his eyes back with the first slap, parting his lips as he moans needily.

“You’re so, so cock needy, aren’t you?” you taunt as you slap his pretty face repeatedly.

“Yeah”, he keens.

“Of course you are. So needy and dumb for my cock”, you taunt and end your face slaps with little spanks on his upper lip. 

Jungkook moans, opening up further.

You knew that it would happen. You place your hand on the back of his head and push inside. 

“Mhmngn”, Jungkook gets out, ripping his eyes open in surprise. One second his mouth is empty and now he’s getting gagged with cock. He is struggling for air because of how utterly excited you’ve got him. He mewls, shivering vividly as your cock fills his needy mouth more and more.

“There we go. Take it in”, you rasp and furrow your brows, “fuck, you’re so fucking hot around me.”

Jungkook knows you can’t feel him and yet you are talking as if you can. If he didn’t need his face fucked before, he definitely needs it now. He whimpers, crossing his eyes as his brain shuts off in neediness.

Your tip tickles his throat. He gags instantly, mewling in nervousness. You pull out. His drool drips everywhere. Neither of you care.

“Good?” you make sure, rubbing your tip against his pouty lips. His lip piercings grind against it as well, moving around so prettily.

Jungkook opens his mouth and begs by sticking his tongue out. He mewls, widening his eyes at you.

“Of course you’re good. You’re such a needy cockslut”, you taunt and drag your tip over his tongue. It hits his lips. You push. 

He mewls and gurgles, struggling for just a second before his jaw shifts into the right position. You push deeper, twisting his hair at the back.

“That’s it. Take me”, you rasp, furrowing your brows. 

Jungkook’s eyelids flutter. His eyes fill with tears. He looks up at you as if you were his goddess. As if he exists solely for you.

“You’re a cockslut”, you taunt.

Jungkook’s devotion grows, he whimpers around your cock.

“But that’s okay. You’re my cockslut”, you add and begin moving your hips. 

Jungkook rolls his eyes back in the most sensual way you have ever seen. He doesn’t close them completely, letting you bask in his fucked out state while you fuck his pretty face. 

You purposefully don’t go all the way yet, fucking nothing more than the first two inches inside. You need him to get used to the sensation before you completely mess him up. 

“You’re so fucking pretty. Fuck.”

His lips stretch and move around your girth. It’s so fucking addicting to look at. His cheeks are flushed. He is panting through his nose, forcing his chest to heave up and down quickly. His almost closed eyes show the white of his eyes. They keep fluttering as he can’t seem to decide whether to open them more or close them completely. 

“There we go. You’re taking me so well”, you praise, scratching his scalp in reward. 

Jungkook whimpers and begins sucking.

“Yeah that’s it. Fuck”, you growl, messing him up even more. 

You noticed that he is sucking. Holy fuck he is so far gone. He closes his hand around the base of your cock and begins bopping his head on your cock. 

“Yes fuck. Suck my cock”, you moan deeply, sliding your hand from your cock to put it into the pocket of your sweats. 

So now you’ve got one hand on the back of his head while the other is relaxing in your pocket as your sweet husband is trying to win first prize for best blowjob of the year. 

He looks so obviously ruined. Body writhing and shaking, thighs trembling, cock twitching and face flushed. While you carry all the coolness in the world, looking down at him with dark eyes. The contrast is fucking biblical. You’ve got him ruined and working so, so hard while you carry his fucking existence in the palm of your hand. 

“You’re doing such a good job”, you encourage him, giving him a throaty moan, “fuck, your mouth’s driving me crazy.”

Jungkook whimpers, spilling tears. He needs you deeper. He needs to choke and gag. He swears that he can taste you (yep he is correct, you are squeezing down on the pump you hide in your pocket, giving him glimpses of what awaits him at the end of it). You taste so good. So sweet. Jungkook needs it coating his throat. He tilts his head back and tries to take you deeper. 

You are girthy, forcing him to gag instantly.

“Take it easy, puppy”, you order him while your fingers soothe through his hair. 

Jungkook gags and chokes, forcing your cock deeper. He convulses, his stomach keeps tensing as he is pushing past his limits.

“Easy puppy, easy”, you warn and yet Jungkook doesn’t listen. 

He is dumb for cock. He gags and gags and gags and yet he doesn’t stop. His tongue throbs and shakes under your cock, his throat aches because it’s difficult to gag so much. His drool is thick, leaking out of him and dripping down his chin. 

“Fuck, you’re crazy. Fuck puppy, that’s fucking amazing”, you growl, feeling your stomach tighten. Honest speaking, this is getting you off so well. You are so into this that you swear that you begin to feel the blowjob. You are so fucking hot between the legs. It grows and grows the deeper he forces your cock to go. 

Jungkook bottoms out. His nose is buried in your pubes, his body convulses uncontrollably as he gags around you. 

“Fuuuck holy fuck”, you moan, scrunching your nose, “you’re so tight. You- ah fuck mhmm.” 

Jungkook shakes. Too much. He’ll throw up. He moves off of you, showing his relief by gagging out a moan. Your cock flops out of him, dripping his spit and your cream. 

Jungkook lets the drool just escape him. It drips down and hits his chest. He opens his eyes, looking up at you with tears running down his cheeks. 

“You’re such a cockslut”, you rasp, “fuck, you almost made me cream your throat right now.”

Jungkook whimpers, writhing as he is trying to learn how to swallow again. He is drooling so much. If he doesn’t want to end up wetting his entire torso with it, he’ll have to relearn how to swallow. He should do it either way. He has to swallow your cum later as well. 

“That’s it. Take a deep breath”, you soothe him, “don’t let me wait for too long though.”

Jungkook mewls something you think is your name. He can’t speak right now. Not only because he is too dumb in pleasure, but also because you’ve ruined his throat. 

He needs more. He tasted heaven and he can’t get enough.

He takes you back inside, concentrating on your tip. He is sucking and mewling around you, sending electricity through your veins. 

“Yes puppy, fuck, keep going”, you moan, playing with his hair. You leak into him again, basking in the needy mewl he lets out followed by eager sucking, “yeah that’s it. Do I taste yummy? Mhm?” 

“Mhm-hm”, he whimpers, crying ecstatic tears. 

“Of course I do. Sluts like you are way too obsessed with creamy cock”, you taunt and grit your teeth, “fuck, you’re such a pretty cockslut”, you growl and close your fingers around his hair. You can’t take it anymore. You need to fuck his face again. 

You twist his hair and push. He gurgles, accepting his fate with fluttering eyelids and his hands gripping your hips. They manage to get a hold of the hem of your sweats and twist. You can feel how his hands are shaking. 

“Relax. Let me do it”, you order him as you fuck your cock deeper and deeper into his mouth, “go on, relax your jaw. Be my good puppy.”

Jungkook mewls and lets it happen. He feels far away. Lightheaded. Weightless. Drugged. There are no thoughts in his brain except the needy begs for your cock. He is utterly and completely yours. His entire existence lies at the very tip of your cock and you are currently giving him more life by fucking it against his tender uvula. 

You don’t go fast. You go slow. You drag your girth over his tongue. You stay at the back and let him gag and gurgle. You make him feel it. He should feel it. Every single inch, every fucking thrust, every second of it. 

Jungkook sobs around you, pulling you closer by your sweats. Once again you are proving to him that you are the best he ever had, has and will have. Jungkook sucked a few cocks in his long life as a bisexual and being a whore in his youth. And yet nobody. Fucking nobody, ruined him as hard as you do. Men are impatient. They get their cock sucked for quick relief. You are dragging it out. You are getting your cock sucked for the sole purpose of breaking him apart. You are fucking his face because you want it fucked. You bulge his throat because you want it reshaped just for your girth. You make him drool and gag and cry because it gets you off to see him so blissed out. 

Jungkook slips off your cock and sobs. 

“Good?” you make sure.

“I’m yours”, he croaks and begins licking the thick veins on your underside. He rubs his face against your cock as he does it, grabbing your balls with his left hand in hopes of squeezing out more of your cream. 

“Yeah you are. Mine. My cockslut.”

“I’m yours. Oh god, I’m yours”, he croaks and sobs. He drags his puffy lips up your cock, rubbing his nose along your veins so he gets all wet and sticky, needing more of it. He reaches your tip. It is covered in cream. Jungkook coughs out a mixture of a moan and a sob. You did what he needed you to do so bad. You are leaking just so he can rub his face in it and get all messy. He whimpers. He sobs. He fights for air. His tongue licks and trembles. His lips kiss and suck. His fingers squeeze and jerk you off. He is covered in your cream. White and sticky. He digs his tongue into your slit and tries to fuck more out of you. 

“So needy”, you rasp and reward him with droplets of your cream. 

He sobs your name, taking your cock back inside to suck out your white treasure. He needs every single droplet coating his mouth. He is yours and he needs to be marked as such. 

“Fuck baby, you’re so fucking sexy”, you moan, feeling your knees buckle. 

You messed him up. Strings of thick cream are covering his face. They stick to his cheeks, his lashes, drag themselves over his nose and stick to his chin. All the rubbing and nuzzling he did messed up his face in the sexiest way imaginable. And now you’ve got his creamed, puffy lips moving around your cock as he is fucking his mouth. 

You tense up, feeling your knees buckling.

“You’re gonna make me cum”, you growl through gritted teeth, meaning it honestly. You’re this close to creaming his throat. 

You twist his hair, broadening your stance.

“I’m gonna fucking cream your throat, puppy”, you moan, eliciting the neediest mewls from him.

He grips you by your ass and pushes your hips into him. You bottom out. Your ecstatic moan overshadows the overwhelmed gags he lets out.

“Fuck. You fucking whore”, you spit and grab his head with both hands. The pump is between your fingers just as his hair is. You twist hard and use the leverage to both push him down onto your cock and keep him still for your angry thrusts. 

Jungkook mewls. Jungkook gags. Jungkook gurgles and convulses as you rough fuck his face to an orgasm. He is crying. He is drooling. He can’t breathe. His throat aches. He can’t take much more all while he is pulling you closer. 

“Get fucking ready. Imma cream your throat so fucking hard”, you growl and fuck his face faster.

Jungkook tugs down your sweats. He is fighting the blurriness. All that helps is tugging and pulling. Your sweats slip down to your knees and drop to your ankles. He gags out a sob, searching for more to grab. He leaves burning scratch marks on the back of your thighs and ass until his fingers finally grab your harness. He twists his finger deep into the straps until his fingers lose feeling from blood loss. And then, only then the face fuck is bearable. Holy fuck, he was so close to completely losing all humanity. He tries to meet your movements, but ends up convulsing in yet another helpless gag.

“Now baby. Fucking now”, you growl and moan. 

Jungkook feels ecstatic. You only moan like this when you cum. Are you actually? He can’t finish his thought because of your creamy cum suddenly shooting down his throat.

He squeezes his eyes shut, mewling desperately as you fill him up with your cum. You keep his head down, moving your hips so your cock is throbbing deep in his throat. 

Holy fuck, he can’t breathe. He is choking on cock and cum. 

“That’s it. Fuuuuck take my cum”, you growl, twitching and shaking as an orgasm controls you. He’s actually got you climaxing. The fucking feeling is biblical. You throw your head back, moaning his name because nothing else wants to leave you. 

And as you cream his throat and float on ecstasy, Jungkook is crying around your cock, tugging at your straps because he doesn’t have many more gags left.  

Your knees buckle. He tugs you off. Your cum seeps out of him without control, he is wheezing for air. 

“Holy fuck”, you croak and fall to your knees before him. 

You cup his face, he twists your sports bra. His throat is so sore. His eyes are burning from crying so hard. 

“Jungkook. Holy. Fuck”, you get out and pull him into a kiss. All you taste is your cum. It fills your mouth and runs down your tongue. You kiss him deeper, sharing the creamy mess with him as both of you moan and lick for more. 

This fucked both of you up. You barely feel human. Your orgasm ruined you. Jungkook is barely a person at this point. He exists for you. You could do anything to him and he would take it with tears of worship. 

“You good boy”, you praise breathlessly, tugging his cock out of his briefs. You kiss him. He is almost cleaned of your cum. Soon you’ll have his taste. You and he are moaning more than you kiss. It’s so overwhelming to be with each other. 

You’re on his lap. You sink down. Jungkook breaks the kiss to scream your name. He shakes and writhes, trying to make sense of what is happening to him with restless shakes of his head. 

“Eyes on me. Eyes right here. Here”, you order him and hold him still with a hand around his throat. His eyes meet yours. He is crying, your cream is still covering his face messily. 

“There we go. Eyes on me. Good boy”, you praise, “you took my cock so well, so this is your reward”, you tell him and begin bouncing on his cock. Your own cock is rubbing against his stomach, smearing remnants of your cum all over his skin. 

Jungkook wraps his arms around you and hides away in the crook of your neck.

“I’m cumming”, he sobs and buries his teeth in your skin.

“Ah geez”, you gasp, feeling burning pain from where he bites you and burning heat as he fills your hole with his cum. You pull him closer, tensing up in paradisiacal pleasure, “that’s it. Give me everything. Jungkook. Ah Jungkook.”

Jungkook didn’t know how bad he needed to cum inside until it happened. He didn’t even know how needy for his high he was until one bounce on his cock was enough to break him. He needed it so bad. This is what was missing to show him true heaven. 

He thanks you for making life worthwhile with aggressive throbs of his cock and his nails leaving scratch marks down your sides. Shit, it’s crazy how you’ll carry scratch and bite marks from tonight even if you were the one in fucking control. But then. It’s an honour. Because every mark, every scratch, every tender spot means that you’ve fucked Jungkook hard enough that he lost control. Those marks? They’re medals of honor and proof that you can play his body like no one else can. 

Jungkook whimpers your name, flinching and shivering as his orgasm stopped and he is left with the aftershock. 

You still your hips because you know him well enough to know the meaning of his twitches. He genuinely can’t take more.

“Good job. You did so well”, you praise him, scratch his scalp gently, “good job baby, good job.”

“Oh god”, he croaks and then sobs into your neck.

“I know baby, I know. Let it all out. You’re my good boy. Such a good boy”, you praise him, holding him safely as he comes down in sobs. Yet another proof how hard you ruined him. 

“I love you”, he cries.

“I love you too, baby. So much”, you whisper and kiss his neck gently, “my Kookie. Yeah, you’re my Kookie.” 

“Oh god”, he croaks, shuddering. 

You hug and sway, you give him little kisses while he gets lost in your scent. You hold each other and heal that way. You share warmth and the sticky state of your skins and it’s the sweetest reminder that no matter how hard you fuck, you’ll always be able to return to comfort afterwards. 

You can really do anything because what follows will always be safety. 

Jungkook lifts his head. You cradle his cheeks, giving him a loving smile as your thumbs wipe the tears from his cheeks. 

“What are you doing to me?” he croaks. 

Your smile grows. 

“That good?”

“You literally fucking own me. Holy fuck”, he says and clears his throat, “I’m sore.”

You chuckle, “yeah, I’m not surprised. I fucked you hard.” 

He grins goofily, leaning into your palm. He closes his eyes.

“I know. Thank you”, he whispers and caresses your inner wrist, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Kookie baby.” 

He giggles and nuzzles his nose into your hand. Then he lifts his head again, gazing up at you.

“Did you like it?” he asks excitedly.

“I loved it. I came so hard.”

“Did you actually?”

“Yeah. It felt so real.”

“Wow”, he exhales shakily. His pupils widen because he is so fucking attracted to you. 

“Did you like it baby?” you ask him.

“Yeah”, he whispers and whimpers, furrowing his brows, “it was so much better than in my fantasy.”

“That’s good to hear”, you scrunch your nose happily, “so I guess we’ll do it again one day?” 

“Yes please. I’d like that so much.” 

“Then it’s decided”, you snicker and kiss his messy nose, “now what do you say to a shower? ‘Cause you are so dirty everywhere”, you suggest as you litter his face with kisses.

“Yeah please”, he sighs, enjoying your love with closed eyes, “snuggles afterwards?” 

“Mhm snuggles and head pats. Also warm tea for your throat, don’t let me forget”, you say, making him giggle. 

“Okay.” 

You and he will clean each other. You will hug and cuddle. Jungkook will kiss the marks he left while you will make him tea he can enjoy as you snuggle him in bed. Truly, life is great when you and he are together.

[kuromochimi]

Cuffing Season

Nagi Seishiro, Barou Shouei, Kunigami Rensuke

• MINORS DNI • MINORS DNI • MINORS DNI •

the big boy song has been STUCK AND I MEAN STUCK in my head for days now, and I’ve been wanting to write for blue lock since I started watching the anime.. so have some blue lock big boys scenarios.

CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP AND ARE PRO PLAYERS IN THESE SCENARIOS. THEY ARE ALL 20+

Content Warnings: f!reader, NSFW, smut, dry humping, kissing/making out, fluff?, cuddling, slight exhibitionism, unprotected sex, fwb, mutual masturbation, lmk if I missed any

Nagi Seishiro

It felt warm and snuggly… and awfully heavy? Your cozy slumber was disturbed by the sudden weight you felt on your chest. Not enough to suffocate you, but definitely enough to cause discomfort, and you knew immediately who the culprit was. “Sei, move over. You’re sooo heavy” you tried to speak as best as you could while sleep still enveloped your entire body. “Come on baby, just a little. It’s getting cold” and he further snuggled into your body, moving up a little so that he could bury his head into the crevice between your neck and your shoulders. You surrendered. Was this the random guy you slept with at a Christmas party last week all because you complained that you were feeling lonely and you were both drunk enough to fuck at a storage closet? Yes. Was this also the guy who was surprisingly persistent on not only sleeping together but also hanging out and you always agreed to come with him because it was the holiday season and you didn’t want to feel lonely? Also yes. Your haywire thoughts were cut short when he started kissing up your neck, all the way to your jaw. His kisses were soft, gentle, and warming. He loved kissing you everywhere but he knew where you liked it best. “Stop teasing, sei, come up. I want it here”

With groggy eyes, nagi looked up at you as soon as he heard you speak. You were so sexy with your sleepy voice. He found you biting your lower lip, already anticipating his lips to unlock your own. “Course baby, I got you” without a single breath to spare, he moved himself up to level his face with yours and he all too suddenly, but gently, locked his lips with yours, not waiting a single moment before he pushed his tongue into your mouth like he hasn’t already done it countless times before in the week’s time you’ve known him. His huge hands were gripping your thighs, pulling you ridiculously closer to him, almost grinding your clothed pussy against his crotch, all while you were heavily making out and losing breath over your mutual refusal to pull away from each other. You were getting too wet. Just as the thought of going all way popped up in your head, the loud alarm of your phone resonated all over the room. You remembered setting it to wake you up in time to clean your place up before your parents came to visit. It was utter panic in your head. “Sei, we can’t.” You trued pushing him away “fuck I want to, but my parents are on their way right about- fuck.. stop grinding” he clicks his tongue before getting up to grab his clothes, strewn all over your bedroom floor. “Fine, but you’re going to have to make it up to me. Such a hassle. Making me leave with a fucking boner” he was mumbling while putting his clothes on. You couldn’t help but giggle a little at how cute he was acting, like he didn’t almost just fuck you stupid had the circumstances allowed him to.

Barou Shouei

Months into your friends with benefits set up with barou, you found that he had a habit of grunting A LOT in his sleep. And to be honest, you’d normally complain about it if it were any other person. But god does he sound so fucking sexy like that. His deep, rough voice just becomes a hundred times more attractive when he’s sleepy. At first, you found it embarrassing to admit that his grunts sometimes turned you on. But you immediately caved and told him when you just couldn’t stop yourself that one time during winter. “Shouhei” you gently nudged him awake after you barely just got out of his tight embrace. He wasn’t a light sleeper but whenever you’d wake him up under such circumstances, he already knew what you were going to ask for. “Didn’t I fuck you enough a couple hours ago, hm?” His eyes were still closed as he spoke. He’s right. In fact, you were still a tad sore but you were also dripping wet right now. “Just.. just keep talking, shou, like.. like that” your words were spoken in broken breaths, and he didn’t have to look to know what you were doing. He could hear the sheets rustle and the all too familiar sound of your sleep shorts and panties being pulled down and it was all he needed. “Acting so slutty and it’s barely even dawn. How are you so insatiable? Fine, get off with my voice, won’t you? Use me to make yourself cum” no more words came from you. Only whimpers and moans and the squelching of your fingers plunging in and out of your pussy. “Fuck that’s so hot” it took a while for you to notice that he too, was touching himself. He was grunting again, but not because of sleep but because he was fucking into his fist while listening to you moan his name over and over while you took care of your own pleasure.

Kunigami Rensuke

It felt both awkward and surreal to be snuggled into kunigami’s chest while a movie was playing in the background. Yes, it was only background noise at this point as you were too busy humping your childhood friend turned.. situationship or whatever the hell you two had. He had his arms wrapped around your body as you straddled him. Your body was tucked into his warm embrace while your hips moved to grind your clothed core against his hard dick which he had already pulled out from his sweats. “Ren, we have to stop” you whimpered into his ear while still grinding against his hard, exposed, leaking cock. You wanted to let him fuck you so bad but unfortunately, your sister, who also happens to be your roommate, was already asleep in the room right across the couch where you were currently at and all she knew was that kunigami was nothing more than that kid from across the street. The kid you always claimed to be nothing but your friend. Yeah right, you thought. Friends definitely don’t fuck. Especially not ones with as much of a history as you and kunigami did. He bucked his hips up, grazing against you clit, making you release the moan you’ve been trying so hard to stifle for the past whatever minutes you’ve been humping your “friend”. “I can’t stop, princess. Too good. Too fucking good, can I cum?” Your eyes widened, unsure if it was safe to let him cum on the couch. What if he cums all over and messes up the couch and then your sister would find out about what you’ve been doing with kunigami during your “movie nights”. “No, ren you can’t make a mess- Cum inside me!” you almost moaned again. “Okay fuck you’re so hot, so good f’ me” he pulled your sleep shorts and underwear to the side before abruptly shoving his cock into your pussy before he came inside without a single thought except the pleasure you were giving him.

Finally! My first ever blue lock work <3

This was written on a whim but it’s been a while since I’ve had the motivation to write and I was so surprised with how quick I finished this. Didn’t even have to make a draft bc I straight up wrote and posted it in one go 😵‍💫 Hopefully blue lock gives me my writing motivation again..

[kteezy997]

The Other Man-Part Ten (the end) //t.c.

Warnings: cursing, mention of past trauma, therapy, smut, oral sex female receiving, brief doggy style, mention of cum

After that night, you and Timmy spent every second together. You didn’t go out, you didn’t work, nothing. The two of you just migrated back and forth between your house and his.

You went to therapy together and separately, trying to heal from everything that happened. You didn’t talk about it with each other very often, but you found out from Timmy how he was ambushed and attacked by Billy. You cried for hours as Timmy lovingly held you.

You were glad to know what he went through, but you didn’t want to dwell too much on the horror that transpired because of Billy, neither did he, you only wanted to move forward. Your divorce was finalized. Billy had been charged with abduction, assault, and unlawfully discharging a deadly weapon, but that was only the beginning. You were told there would be more charges brought against him, and you were relieved to know that he'd be going to prison for a very long time.

About a month after everything happened, Timmy came up with the idea for you two to go away for a while, for as long as you needed. He didn’t want to have a timeline. He wanted the two of you to have time together and not have to worry about anything else.

“Where do you wanna go? Wanna…go somewhere we can lay naked on the beach with no one else around?” he had a sly little smirk on his face.

You giggled, “No, I don’t really like the beach. It’s hot and there’s sand everywhere.”

“Okay,” he brushed your hair back off your shoulder, “where should we go, my love?” he smiled softly at you, waiting for your answer.

“Hmm,” you pondered, “somewhere…isolated, like you said, but also cozy. Maybe somewhere snowy. And we could rent a cabin, but not like a run-down cabin, a nice cabin, boujee almost.”

Timmy laughed, “Okay, a fancy cabin in the mountains it is."

.......

You were laying on the couch snuggled up under a fuzzy blanket, watching the fireplace crackle and the snowfall outside. It was absolutely gorgeous. Timmy joined you, laying half on you and half on the couch. The feeling of him so near was so warm and comforting. You wanted to stay there just like that forever.

Timmy kissed you on the cheek, and he tucked his arm under your head snuggly.

You put your hand delicately on his cheek. His bruises had faded. Now there was only some faint red marks. You gently grazed your thumb over a small cut that had scabbed over. "They don't hurt anymore?" you asked him.

He shook his head, "Nope. I'm all better now." he kissed your lips.

"I despise him. I hope they beat his ass in prison. Attack him from behind so he can't see it coming, like he did to you. I hope he can't defend himself, it’s what he deserves."

"He deserves worse than that, just for the way he's treated you. I know he was upset by the cheating, I can't believe that he wanted to actually…kill us. That is not the Billy I became friends with." he pet your hair affectionately as he spoke.

You sighed, "I've been thinking that we should just forget about him, ya know? If he's in our thoughts at all, that means he wins. He's taken so much from us, let's not give him anymore."

"I agree, baby. Fuck him. He's nothing to us anymore."

You ran your fingers through his curls, "So, how are you doing after the whole Ameila thing?"

"I mean, I don't hate her. That takes too much energy. I just hope she's working on herself. What she did was pretty fucked up. I mean, she had me believing that I was going to be a father."

You hummed, "Well, you will be one day. But on your terms, and not in a situation based on lies."

"I know." he bopped you on the nose with his finger, "Because you'll be the mommy. Which is the way I want it."

"Awe, you wanna have babies with me?" you cooed, putting your arms around him.

"Of course, ya dummy. You're the love of my life. I'm gonna marry you and give you lots of babies." he said, gently smooshing his nose into yours, giving you a playful Eskimo kiss.

You smiled gleefully, "Ugh, that makes me so happy. I love you, Timothee, make love to me, like right now." You pulled him into a hungry, heated kiss.

He groaned against your mouth in surprise, "I love you too." he said, but his words were muffled by your lips.

“Mm, take my clothes off please.” you requested, raising your arms up.

“Yes ma’am.” Timmy responded, pulling your shirt off, leaving your chest bare, as you weren’t wearing a bra. Then he moved down to pull your pants and undies down in one swoop before dropping them onto the floor.

“Now you!” you said, taking ahold of his shirt and pulling it up.

Timmy threw his shirt over his head, and his curls went wild like usual before he shook them back into place. He then rid himself of his sweats, and his naked form was highlighted by the orangey glow of the fireplace. He looked like an Angel, but with a devilish look in his eyes. He sunk down between your legs. His mouth neared your heat, and he held onto your thighs.

As he started lapping at your clit, you threw your hands on his hair. You whined as he suckled your sensitive nub between his lips. You cursed under your breath as pleasure took over your being.

Timmy sucked and licked your pussy like a savage. He had to tighten his grip on your legs to keep you still.

You arched you back and bucked your hips onto his mouth. He was making you wild. “Oh, fuck, Timmy!”

He wouldn’t let up. He quickly spat between your folds, making sinful eye contact with you as he did so, before continuing to assault your clitoris in the best way. He slid his hand up to palm your tits.

You found yourself clawing at his arms. You felt absolutely feral. You wanted him to ram you from behind, so you switched your positioning. "Fuck me like this, Daddy. Is it okay that I call you that?" you asked, panting in between breaths.

Timmy snaked his arm around you, pulling you close, he spoke into your ear, "Yes, I'd love it. We'll be Daddy and Peaches." he then nibbled on your earlobe and held you tight as he entered you and fucked you hard. He spanked you, and you cried for more.

…….

Later, the love session ended with you squirting all over him, and he came inside of you. He filled you to the brim with his warm, gooey cum.

After giving you a lazy, but much needed back rub, Timmy carried you closer to the fireplace. Gently, he placed you there on the floor with a blanket, and he laid down to cuddle you from behind.

You watched the pretty flames as you settled against his body. You always fit so snuggly together like two puzzle pieces just destined for one another. You were toasty warm and unbelievably cozy, both from the fire and the man that had you wrapped up in his arms. It was like a dream, more like a fantasy, really.

The touch of his lips reminded you that he was real, and he pressed lingering kisses on your neck that trailed over your shoulder. He whispered in your ear how much he loved you before nuzzling into your neck to fall asleep. His hair was silky soft as it caressed your skin in a tide of chocolate curls.

If there ever was one thing that your absolute bastard of a former husband did in his lifetime, it would be introducing you to Timothée Chalamet, the love of your life.

The way your story with Timmy started was wrong, but damn was it so right now.

A/N: I have had the most fun writing this story! Thank you to all that have followed it(: and a special thank you to @gatoenlaciudad for her constant encouragement, reviews, and inspiration<3

@thebetawolfgirl @musicandbooksaremyhappyplace @softhecreator @tchalamss @chalametbich

[simplyotometrash]

Oh my heart I love your content! 💕

If possible could I request demon purrs with Satan? Only if you feel up to it. If not don’t worry about it!! I’ll still love you and your content thank you!

Aww!!! I'm happy to hear that you enjoy my writing!!! <3 Satan is up next! I plan to finish out the brothers and then possibly do Diavolo is anyone is interested! Barbatos might be hard just because I feel like I'll fuck up his character.

As always, my MC is gender-neutral!

Demon Purrs: Satan

Satan wasn't a man who was ashamed of much. Unlike his brothers, being a demon was all he had ever known. Purring was unfamiliar for them at first since they were angels before, but it was as normal to Satan as breathing. He learned early on in his years that many demons would make fun of any demons that purred. And he often purred when reading a good book. In those days, instead of walking away, he would beat the offenders beyond recognition as he didn't have much control at all over his infamous temper.

He was much more reserved and calm. He rarely purred beyond the privacy of his own bedroom. Where he used to purr wherever he felt content while reading, he kept it to himself. He got sick of the harassment and getting into trouble for losing his temper when someone bothered him.

So it was no surprise that it was a sound brand new to you.

You two had gotten beyond close, even as a couple. One of your favorite activities was just sitting curled up together reading. Sometimes you had him read to you, or you would read to him, or you'd both be reading on your own. Tonight, you were reading to him.

Satan was behind you, your back pressed snuggly against his chest and his arms wrapped around you, chin atop your head. It was cozy. He was listening to you reading, enjoying the soothing sound of your voice. He liked the life you put into the words you read. It wasn't boring or monotone. You breathed a brand new life into each and every word.

It was only natural that he'd begin to purr, being so comfortable and happy. It was soft and steady, it was as if you were petting a cat. He didn't even notice it was happening. Not until you paused mid-sentence.

"Satan-"

"Yes, demons do purr. Most hide it because others won't hesitate to pick at and bully over it. A lot of demons see it as a sign of weakness."

"And you...?"

"Have no problems with purring. Not around you. I know you won't make fun of me or say anything bad."

"Of course not! I think it's really cute, like a happy cat!"

His cheeks flushed at the comment. You knew he loved cats and being compared to one was a high compliment. "I...thank you. I'm glad that you like it."

You giggled at how bright pink his face was. It was so cute. Satan often seemed composed and hard to fluster, but it was easy if you knew just what buttons to push.

"I never want to stop hearing you purr. I could listen to it for the rest of my life and be happy."

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Demon Purrs (Lucifer)

Demon Purrs (Mammon)

Demon Purrs (Leviathan)

Demon Purrs (Asmodeus) Demon Purrs (Beelzebub)

Demon Purrs (Belphegor)

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Keep the Heat | Andy Barber

summary: Andy fucks you in the coat.

warnings: SMUT. 18+ only. Quick & Rough Sex. Dirty Talk. Sex on a Car. Sex in the woods.  

word count: 1305

author’s note:  A fuckin’ coat inspired this. I can’t help myself when it comes to this man, ok?

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“What’re we doing here?” You question as Andy parks the car close to the cliff edge overlooking the darkened city.

“Come on, indulge me.” He smirks before stepping from the car.

Andy walks around and leans against the hood of the Audi as you shake your head in disbelief. “I cannot believe you drove us to Make Out Point.” Your heels made you unsteady on the pine needle covered ground as you cozy up to him.

He chuckles and shoves his hands in his coat pockets. “Hey, come on. It’s still early. I figured this would be fun. Even if we don’t make out.” You roll your eyes at the wink he sends you.

A gust of chilly, fall air blew by causing a shiver to run up your spine. You tighten your thin jacket around your frame until Andy sweeps you into his hold.

Warmth and a slight hint of fading cologne surround you as you find yourself wrapped snuggly in Andy’s jacket. You sink into his chest, feeling his heat radiate along your back as you gaze over the twinkling lights of the suburb.

Wanting a kiss, he nudges your cheek with his nose, forcing you to turn in his hold. You grin into the embrace. His plump lips always slid over yours with a certain amount of restraint but you could tell he was getting riled. When he pulls away you tug him closer by the lapels making him snort.

“What? You know what this jacket does to me.”

That jacket. That jacket always made your heart race whenever he put it on. Andy had a good sense of style; it was one of your favorite things about him. He knew he looked good in a suit and he made sure he had the finest presses.

That day he brought home the jacket from Hugo Boss, your world changed.

The second he put it on for you in the kitchen you knew you were done for. Something about the collar and how high it rose, almost as if he had a secret to hide. Not to mention the fit and the deep blue color brought out his eyes.

It drove you wild.

“Perhaps I wear it as much as I can to make you insatiable.” He teases.

“Well, it’s working.”

Heated kisses and soft grunts fill the night sky as he lifts you onto the hood. Your legs lock around his waist tugging him close, your core bumps against his growing excitement.

He breaks the kiss and quirks an eyebrow, “Want to engage in some public indecency?”

You laugh against his lips as you pull him down on top of you, sandwiching you between two warm objects. One made of steel, the other flesh and bones.

“Couldn’t we get arrested for that Mr. ADA?” You croon while shifting your dress up around your hips.

Andy groans when he spies a wet spot already soaking the crotch of your panties. “We just have to hope no one wants to take in the sights of Newton for the next 10 minutes.”

He shifts his shoulders ready to shake the jacket off when you stop him. “Leave it on?” Your face heats from embarrassment. You’ve gone through hell and back with him and he stills leaves you feeling like a school girl.

Andy grins and readjusts the jacket before unzipping his slacks and pulling out his cock. The sight of his throbbing girth catches your stare as it bobs slightly and then thumps against your clothed cunt.

A harsh grip to your chin drags yours eyes back to those azure pools, “You wanted this. So now you’re gettin’ all of me.”

His first two fingers yank your sopping panties to the side. A string a slick stretching from your core to the thin material showcasing your arousal. His jaw clenches at the sight, “Fuck.”

You shift forward nudging your pussy against his swollen crown, desperate to have him inside of you. Andy tilts his hips and pushes past your folds with a solid punch, molding your walls around him and knocking the air from your lungs.

You fist the thick material of his jacket and let out a ragged moan when he withdraws.

“Feel good, Honey?” His cock pushing your folds to their limit, “Like it when I stretch out this little pussy?”

All you could do was nod and mumble incoherently in response. The way he stood over you and thrusted into your soaked depths while wearing that jacket ignited something feral in you.

You pushed yourself onto your elbows in a haze and frantically shoved your core desperately onto his length. The drive to come gnawed madly at your belly, you wanted nothing more than to come around him while he took you apart in that jacket.

Andy dipped his head low, eyes wild and bright, “That’s it, fuck that pretty pussy onto my cock.”

You picked up the pace, grinding down on his girth; his crude words spurring you on. “Lemme feel that cunt,” His fingers dug into your hips but let you take the lead. “Come all over my cock. Make a fucking mess.”

Your walls fluttered causing Andy to bite back a groan as you forced yourself onto his cock over and over again. Your nails scratched the black surface of the Audi, nerves beginning to ignite from the overwhelming pleasure.

Andy watched as your body locks, eyes rolling backward and the intimate sounds that left your lips made his blood boil. You couldn’t keep up the movement as your orgasm hit, hips stalling and left his length buried only halfway in your heat.

He grits his teeth and impales you completely on his cock adding to the intense shocks running through your system. Your body lurches in his hold but he bends over, trapping you to the hood of the car and drives his cock in and out of your drenched heat prolonging the pleasure.

“Gonna come so deep inside you, Honey. Your sweet cunt’ll be drippin’ for days.”

His left arm weaves under your neck and his hand locks on your shoulder to keep you flush against him as he nears his peak. His nose bumps your own as he leans down for a kiss, teeth and tongues colliding in a fiery passion.

You nip his bottom lip eliciting a pained groan and you feel him swell inside you. Andy comes with a ragged grunt and bottoms out, grazing your cervix with a harsh caress until his hips falter and slowly come to a stop.

You stay locked together in the peaceful, warm embrace, breathing in one another until you hear a motor in the distance.

Frantically, Andy shoves his cock back into his slacks and helps you off the hood just as a car parks next to the Audi. He wraps his arm around your shoulder and escorts you back into the car. 

You noticed a small family exit their vehicle with flashlights and hear Andy say hello and something about a lovely night before he ducks into the car.

His face was flushed but it wasn’t from the sex. “That was so fucking close,” he rubbed a hand over his jaw, “We are never doing that again. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

You tried to hold back your laughter but between the nerves and the endorphins you couldn’t control it. “ADA and wife locked up for public indecency. The newspapers would have a field day.”

It was his turn to shake his head as he started the ignition, “All because of a jacket.”

“Hey, if you didn’t look so sexy in it you wouldn’t have a problem.” You playfully admitted.  

He switched gears to reverse, turning his body to wrap an arm around the headrest of your seat before teasing, “Maybe I’ll surprise you one day and wear nothing but the jacket.”

[thefanbasewhore]

Waking up to Bucky and Steve making you breakfast 🥐?

summary: Steve and Bucky make your breakfast and give you a surprise

content: not smut but suggestive (18+)

paring: stucky x reader, Bucky x reader x Steve

this honestly has no plot but here's a little something. Sorry it's not longer or better, I've been having a bad case of writers block 😔😔

The morning sun was bright - shining through the curtains and making your eyes squint. It's a cold winter morning in New York city despite the sun's persistence. The blankets are pulled up to your chin, no doubt due to one of the boys wanting to make sure you're cozy but that's when you realize just how cold the bed really is without the two super soldiers.

With a rather long yawn you start the decend down the stairs and rounding the corner and leaning against the archway, watching the scene unfold in front of you.

Bucky has Steve trapped between his arms, cornering him against the island of the kitchen. The large muscles of Steve's back don't allow Bucky to push him into the island too much. What you do notice is the small stack of pancakes and various fruits spread across the island and jusging from both men being shirtless except the apron wrapped around Steve's neck and waist, he was the reason why.

You could have guessed anyway, Bucky has never been much of a cook but will always be there for moral support and to cut a few fruits and veggies.

Call it heightened senses - what it most likely was but Steve barely squints an eye open and tenses at the sight of you, snuggly smirking at the pair. He presses his hands against Bucky's chest but the former soldier isn't having it, instead enclosing whatever space is left between them and sucking onto his bottom lip.

"Oh, good morning, gorgeous." Steve mumbles against Buck's lips and just like that Bucky is scrambling away to stand next to Steve.

"We made you breakfast!" Bucky smiles as he mentions towards the counter top. "I went to the farmers market and got fresh fruit and cream for your pancakes."

"Oh, you were definitely making breakfast." You smirk as Steve clears his throat, trying to avoid blushing due to your teasing.

"Is that jealousy I hear?" Bucky reaches out for you with a click of his tongue, "I got some right here, babe."

"You're in the way of my pancakes, Barnes." You press a kiss to his cheek as he frowns but you only kiss the pout, "Thank you for breakfast."

You turn towards Steve before pressing a kiss to his lips as well, "Thank you for the pancakes, honey."

"Anything for our girl." Once you sit down you find yourself sandwiched between the two super soldiers, large shoulders bumping against your own. But the moment Bucky takes the plate from your hands and adding your favorite toppings, it's clear something is happening.

"What is going on?" Eying both men with confusion. Bucky bites his bottom lip, eyes meeting Steve for help but Steve puts his hands up.

"Don't look at me, Buck, this was your idea."

Bucky clears his throat, biting his bottom lip and reaching out to cup your cheeks with his hands before pressing a kiss to your nose, "Nevermind, just forget about it, sweetheart."

"James," the use of his full name makes him bite on his bottom lip. Contemplating if he really made the right decision.

"Before you go and get all mad at me, just know I love you so so so much." He coos, "I called you off of work for a month."

"You're telling me that you took it on yourself to call me off from my own job for a whole fucking month."

"We planned a trip -." Steve finally blurts it out, not being able to take the tension in the air "For our anniversary, a month trip to four countries. I told buck we should ask you first but he did it, I swear."

"Jesus, Steve! So much for us being in this together!" Bucky pushes the mug of coffee towards you with puppy dog eyes, "I'm sorry, please don't be mad at me, sweet heart."

"A trip?" It had certainly peaked your interest, watching as both Bucky and Steve look at you.

"A trip with only us, for our anniversary, is a big one this year." Steve presents a smile with no teeth, hand reaching out to cup your cheek and rub his thumb against the surface, "How does it sound, honey?"

"Like a dream!" You squeal before taking him into your arms and chest before squeezing, then to Bucky to do the same.

"I love you both so much!!!! I'm gonna start packing!" Both receiving an endless amount of kisses on every inch of their faces before completely ditching breakfast and running up stairs.

Bucky looks over at Steve while bringing his coffee mug to his lips and smirks, "I knew she wouldn't be mad."

"Me too," Steve takes your old seat, cutting a piece of pancake and taking a bite for waking up early this morning doesn't go to waste, "Jus' like seeing you get all flustered."

"I'll show you flustered." Bucky presses his lips against Steve's, tongue poking out to taste the sugary syrup.

"Hey!" They hear from upstairs, "Don't think I can't hear you! I'm not missing out on another moment like this morning. Get up here and undress."

"Yes ma'am," Bucky throws Steve flirty eyebrows before both of them are fighting to get up the stairs first, ready to show you just what you were missing.

"Oh and bring the pancakes!"

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Fight Night (Frankie Morales x f!Reader)

Summary: prompt #3 from this list

W/C: 2.5k

Warnings: language, like a whole lot of it, alcohol, and santiago being annoying

A/N: I love my Frankie baby and he’s so cute and awkward that I really thought this one would fit him such he’s so snuggly. So here!

Frankie Morales gives the best hugs on the earth. There’s no denying it, not with the way his huge arms wrap around you and squeeze you with just enough strength. His chest is strong but soft, a thin layer of pudge making him extra squeezable. And God, he always wears something soft, a worn tee or a cozy flannel, perfect to bury your face in and breathe the scent of his cologne. 

One of your greatest joys in life comes from being Frankie’s friend. He’s very affectionate, always hugging and nudging playfully. His warm demeanor matches his soft heart and his equally soft hugs. You’re glad he gives physical affection away so freely; you absolutely cannot get enough of it. The two of you are equally touch starved, and find equal comfort in each other’s bodies. 

Benny teases you endlessly; Santi does even more, if that’s such a thing. But you just stick out your tongue and Frankie gives them the finger and the two of you continue.

It’s not such a big thing, you rationalize to yourself. In a lot of other cultures, being more physically open is certainly encouraged and seen as good for you. It’s mutually beneficial too, both of you getting the touch you crave so desperately.

During movie nights, you’ll slump onto Frankie’s shoulder or drape your legs across his lap. He’ll mindlessly nudge your hip with his own while walking, or rest his chin on your shoulder as you stand together and talk to someone else. Your friendship is full of these cozy little moments that are usually restricted to a relationship. Neither of you mind.

Well, you didn’t mind. But lately something about Frankie is even more appealing than before. You want to press kisses to his face while cuddling him. You want to roll over onto his lap and straddle his thighs and feel him get hard beneath you. You’re not quite sure when this happened, or how, but all you know is that now you want Frankie in a different way. You want all of him, not just the physically intimate but romantically and sexually as well.

Frankie’s noticed. He’s not stupid, like the boys insist; he’s just quiet. He observes more than he declares. He’s noticed your physical distance during a football game, the way you sit cross-legged on the edge of the couch, away from him. You stand a little further from him when you talk and most importantly, you don’t initiate any of the touching. That’s the biggest sign to him.

The more you pull away, the more Frankie wants to push. He begins to realize how cold and lonely his side of the loveseat in the Millers’ apartment is when you’re not cuddled into him, warming him up. Walking without holding hands is boring. Most importantly, he realizes that he wants it all specifically with you. He wants everything you had and so much more.

Santiago is more observant than he lets on too. You don’t meet Fish’s eyes every time you talk to him. You’re more distant; you leave early from poker nights or football games. Santi loves to play his cards rather than keeping them close to his chest, but this is one thing he simply has to confront Frankie about.

Your group of five is escorting Benny out to the ring, walking through the cemented service hallway. You knead Benny’s arms for him, keeping him warm. Will walks with the two of you; Fish and Pope hang back. “Hey, pendejo,” he says as he jogs up to walk next to Frankie, jabbing his ribs with his elbow. “What the fuck did you do to her?”

“What?” He asks, adjusting his cap and looking down at his friend. He walks a little closer and lowers his voice. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed. You don’t… y’know, touch anymore. She keeps her distance from you. God, she’s practically all over Ben,” Santi hyperbolizes, specifically to get inside Frankie’s head. “You fucked something up, didn’t you?”

Frankie shakes his head but holds it low. “I don’t think I did anything. That’s what I’m trying to think about, what I could’ve done. She’s so distant now.”

Santi shakes his head. “Go get a beer at some point and I’ll try to pick her brain, okay?” he asks him.

“Can you ever stop playing the mediator?” Frankie asks him with a glare, uncharacteristically hard for the sweet man.

“Absolutely not. Never can, never will. It’s just my job around here,” he says, almost cockily, shoulders a bit higher as they walk down the hall.

“Motherfucker,” Frankie mumbles and takes off his hat, wringing it between his hands in anxiety.

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You’re one beer in when Benny finishes the third round. He’s lost one round, the second, but lost the first and this one. He needs a quick comeback, needs to win these next two rounds in order to win the match. You finish your beer and frown. Frankie’s standing and you tug at the back of his jacket. “Hey, Francis,” you tease with a smile and hold up your empty plastic cup. “Grab me one more?”

“I hate when you call me that,” he says with a laugh and takes the cup. “Same as before?”

“Same as always,” you confirm, and he walks off.

Pope scoots closer. “Francis?”

You shrug, pulling your jacket tighter around yourself. “I don’t know. It came to me once, he hated it, I use it to get on his nerves,” you chuckle and stare down at your jeans. Will’s up giving Benny a pep talk, leaving it to be just you and Santiago sitting on the metal bleachers.

“You hate him that much?” He asks, jokingly nudging your side. “Or you like him that much?”

You turn to face him, brows furrowed. “Who told you that?”

Pope gasps. “Oh, you actually do! I was just spitballing to see if I could hit something. Guess I did.”

Now it’s your turn to gasp. You smack him in the arm. “Hey, shut the fuck up!’

Santi laughs, head falling back. “No shit. You spend all of your time cuddled up on him then you catch feelings. It’s almost like it makes sense.”

“Shut up, Pope,” you grumble and fold your arms, staring down at your legs. “I know, you’re probably going to ask why I’ve been weird around him, but then you’re going to cut yourself off with an internal revelation that that’s why- because I have feelings for him.”

“You literally just articulated my internal monologue,” he chuckles and nods, swigging from his beer. “I think you’re blinded by your own feelings.”

“I think you’re full of shit,” you shoot back.

Pope pouts at you, tilting his head. “Frankie likes you. He always has. I bet he likes you the way you like him.”

Shaking your head, you steal his drink and take a sip. “I don’t know, Santi,” you say and gulp. “I don’t want to fuck it up if he doesn’t.”

“Then don’t. But don’t come crying to me when you miss your shot,” he shakes his head and steals his beer back, finishing it off. “I’m getting myself another one of these.”

“Fuck this,” you mumble to yourself as Pope walks off.

Whatever he hoped to do with that talk, you’re not sure he achieved it. Now you’re annoyed with Pope for whatever the hell that was, annoyed with Frankie for clearly talking to Pope about it, and even more annoyed with Pope when you realize that that was probably him interfering without you or Frankie asking for it. The cherry on top is the annoyance with yourself for your inability to make up your mind, your inability to do anything about it.

When the men return, you take your beer from Frankie with a halfhearted smile and chug a third of it in one swig. Frankie sits behind the two of you, and you glare at Pope from the corner of your eye. When the next round starts and Will returns, at least you can lose yourself in the fight.

It’s not exactly a cheerful sport, watching one of your best friends being pummeled for fun. You shout and scream for him, but it doesn’t do much. Your voice is one of many in the screaming crowd, and you’re not going to get anywhere.

But Benny comes back from behind. He wins the fourth round, putting him with a tie to the other fighter. That means whoever wins this next round takes it all. During the break in between, you go up with Will to give Benny a pep talk.

“Look at you go, dumbass!” You shout excitedly as you run up to him with his water. Will gives him his towel and you bounce around, filled with new energy. “God, you are taking my anger out just by watching you,” you laugh.

Benny’s panting between swigs of water. “What anger?”

“Pope’s being a fucking idiot,” you laugh. “And so is Frankie.”

“Tell Frankie I’ll personally beat his ass if he doesn’t ask you out by the next time I see him.”

You give a nervous laugh at that. “Uh, what?”

He shakes his head, wiping his face down. “We all see it. We’re not idiots. Why else would you cuddle so fucking much?” he says, the adrenaline emphasizing his words. “I’ve told him to fucking do it and he hasn’t yet. Go tell him exactly what I said. Will, where are my fucking mouthguards?” He says as he turns to his brother.

Will knows better than to tell him to calm down. He needs to stay this energized to win. Benny fights best when he’s angry. You all know it. “Take ‘em and kick some ass.”

Benny shoves them in and bounces up from the folding chair, whooping and banging his chest. He gets into some kind of spiel and you give him a pat on the shoulder, heading back to the bleachers.

There’s some kind of cosmic timing that’s decided that apparently, this needs to happen tonight. Well, rather than cosmic timing, it’s the other three guys. You sit down next to Pope again, drinking from your beer that he held for you. Sighing, you bounce your legs against the concrete, cracking your neck and rolling your head. Really, you’re hyping yourself up now.

The bell rings and Will returns, sitting directly behind you. You watch the fight intently for a bit before Will’s knee nudges you in the back. Turning around, you mouth ‘what?’ at him. He nods towards Frankie and you sigh. “It’s like fucking middle school with you idiots,” you groan and stand. “Frankie. Come get water with me.”

He doesn’t know why the hell you asked, but he sure as hell isn’t gonna say no. He nods and clambers out of the bleachers, following you like a puppy. The match is long forgotten by the time you exit the arena.

Back in the service hallway you walked Benny out through, you turn and stop Frankie in his tracks, crossing your arms. “I thought we were getting water,” he stammers as he looks at you, taking off his cap and wringing it in his hands.

“Nope.” You’re frowning, and now Frankie fears that you might actually be mad at him. His hands grip his cap tighter. “Benny told me that you have to ask me out or he’s going to kick your ass,” you inform him.

Your face remains stoic and it more than freaks Frankie out. “Oh, fuck, that kid- he’s been on my ass for no reason, making fun of me and-”

He keeps stammering but you cut him off. “Are you gonna do it?” You ask, your stony face breaking into a smile. “I’d kinda like it if you would.”

Frankie has to laugh in relief at your smile, at your affirmation. “What the hell is this night?” he asks, mainly to himself.

You laugh and lean forward a bit. “I was thinking the same thing. Why are these idiots acting like we’re sixth graders?” you chuckle, shaking your head.

“Exactly! It’s some game of who likes who,” he nods in agreement and fidgets with his hair, exposed without his ball cap. “Then pushing the couples you want together, and… God, it really is just like middle school.”

Finally, like nothing ever happened, you’re laughing again. “But really- you’d like me to? You like me like that?”

“Yeah, duh,” you laugh. “No one is that cuddly if they don’t like each other. I guess we should’ve realized that sooner,” you shrug shyly and look down.

“Yeah, I guess we should’ve,” he nods with a shy smile. “Wait, you like like me?” He teases.

“Oh shut the fuck up!” You burst into laughter. “This is already too much like middle school.”

“Okay, okay,” Frankie nods and walks a step closer to you. He takes your hands, uncrossing them from your chest. “Then will you go out with me?”

“Why don’t you ask me to go steady while you’re at it?” You tease and cock an eyebrow as you smile up at him.

“Will you shut up and let me kiss you?”

You’re about to respond, snap back and say something equally stupid, but instead you make a show of closing your lips. Of shutting up so that he can, indeed, kiss you.

Frankie laughs and cups your face, wasting no time in kissing you tenderly. Your body gravitates to his, draping your arms over his shoulders and enjoying the warmth of his body as his arms encircle you.

Neither of you want it to end, so it doesn’t. You just stand there, kissing, for a few moments, until the doors open and let Benny’s whoops from the arena into the hallway. He continues for a second, as you two frantically break away, then he realizes you two were making out. “Oh, fucking finally!” He exclaims with a laugh and smacks Frankie on the back. “Lucky you, you get to stay in one piece.”

“Your threats don’t mean shit to me, Benjamin,” he calls as Benny continues down the hall to the locker room.

You turn and glare at Will and Pope. “If this didn’t just happen,” you say, gesturing between you and Frankie, “I’d be livid at you two.”

“But you’re not,” Pope sing-songs and ruffles your hair as he walks past.

You shake your head and grit your teeth, but Frankie’s soft hand on your back immediately pulls the tension out of you. “Beat him up another time,” Frankie murmurs softly, making you laugh.

“But it’s fight night. It would be so perfect,” you laugh and rest your head on his shoulder, walking down the hall with his arm around your waist.

“Save it for next time,” he teases and kisses your head.

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[bluecookies02]

Teacher!Aizawa x Student!Reader -Feathery mess/NSFW/-

warnings: teacher/student relationship(the student is of legal age).

quirk: angel wings

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You've been squirming in your seat like crazy for the past 30 minutes, your thighs rubbing together as you watched the man lazily write stuff on the board, his sleeves raised up to his shoulders and his hair tied in a messy bun.

You've been eying the man for years, always too afraid to step up or say anything (for obvious reasons), and even now as you're nearing the end of your education, there's this annoying feeling in your tummy that's making you all giddy and impatient.

It's the last class of the day, all of the students tired and just wanting to go back to their dorms while you're here, dreaming about being stuffed by the black-haired man's cock.

Your wings puffed in your seat as you chewed on your pencil.

You didn't exactly care about anything he was saying, the only thought as you looked at his moving mouth was the fantasy of it lapping at your cunt.

Such sinful thoughts shouldn't cloud the mind of someone so seemingly innocent and pure.

Your feathers ruffled up as you placed your head in your arms, alerting some of the students and obviously motivating Bakugou to ~quietly~ shout you out.

You paid no mind, still staring at the man in a haze...He must've felt something...

He was always so gentle and caring, offering to rub and clean your feathers on countless occasions after training, always checking up on you or coming to your table if you needed help with anything.

While he might've done that to everybody, you felt like he had a particular fondness of you. Maybe it was just your imagination...

Your wings fluffed back down, slumping against your back as they curled around your tiny form.

You spent your years in this school pinning for someone you might never have, instead of going out to parties and meeting new people. And the biggest problem was, you weren't only painfully attracted to him, but you also caught yourself falling in love with the man.

Maybe if you were a bit older? What if he already had someone and it was impossible from the start? You didn't want to know...it would crush you completely.

The bell seemed to have rung a few moments ago, all of the students already having their bags packed and on their back, leaving through the door one by one.

You stuffed your notebook in messily, crumbling it as you pulled the zipper. You stared at the floor as you made your way in-between desks, just wanting to take a long warm bath and cry.

"Y/N, everything alright?" your eyes darted to the voice, your mouth suddenly drying up as you just gave a weak nod.

Before stepping anywhere further, the door was pushed closed in front of you, the tall man hovering over you as he looked at you with warm eyes.

"You know you can talk to me, I want to help..." he trailed off, reaching for your hand as you hopelessly gave it to him.

He sat you down on his chair, him leaning against the table.

"I'm sorry Mr. Aizawa...I don't think there's anything you can do to help me in this situation."

Your wings felt heavy on your back, actually, your own bones felt heavy too.

He reached out to pet your head comfortingly, noticing the way your cheeks flushed and your feathers straightened.

"Can you look at me real quick, please" you raised your head a bit, looking at the man with scared eyes.

Your wings betraying you as they gave a small twitch.

"Y/N, please correct me if I'm wrong because I don't want to make you uncomfortable in any way" you nodded, waiting for him to go on.

"Is it a crush problem?" you nodded again, eyes falling down to your lap.

"Is that person in our class?" he questioned, his shoulders stiff.

"Theoretically..." you mumble, your form shaking a bit as you took in a deep breath.

"And theoretically...I personally...am actually capable of helping you out?" you clutched at the chair for a second before trying to will your legs to move and get you out of here.

His fingers hooked your chin up gently, your teary eyes closing and squinting shut.

"So you literally gave yourself a heartache for nothing angel" he mumbled softly, pulling you up in front of his face.

"Can I kiss you sweetheart?" you stared at him in shock, brainstorming through what's about to happen, your heart skipping beats as his breath ghosted over your lips.

"Pleasee" your needy voice filled his ear before he smashed your lips together, his arms snaking around your back and under your wings, pulling your body flush against his, holding you tightly as he deepened the kiss.

Your wings fluffed back, full and strong, flexing as they tried to look pretty and inviting.

He chuckled into the kiss, dragging his dull nails across the junction of your wings, kneading at the soft feathers.

You hummed in his mouth, pressing harder against him as you tangled your hand through his hair.

Once the two of you stopped to breathe, you were pushed onto the desk, your legs spreading to let him come back closer.

"It's my turn to lock all of the doors on this floor, no one will come here" he mumbled, gently kissing at your neck.

"Please...don't make me wait...I'll beg if I have to" you whined, fisting the fabric of his thin shirt.

"No need sweetheart, we'll have time to take things slow some other occasion." his long fingers slipped beneath your skirt, rubbing over your panties as he felt the soaked patch of cotton.

"Dirty little feather...were you thinking about me during class today? Do you even know what the subject was?" he grinned, pushing the fabric aside as he slipped a finger into your heat.

"I...maybe?" you whispered tilting your head back as he pumped the digit carefully, working you open before slipping in another one.

His lips swallowed up your moans, his free hand creeping under your shirt and rubbing at your flush skin. His fingers curled up, pushing snuggly against your spots making you gasp into his mouth.

"I'm gonna make you feel so full angel, is that what you want? For me to take good care of you?"

Your hands reached for his pants, hurriedly unbuckling his belt and undoing his zipper, slipping both his pants and boxers down.

Your wings shook a bit, your mouth watering at the sight of his cock. It looked painfully hard and heavy, twitching each time you clenched around his fingers, his tip oozing out pearly liquid.

You still couldn't fully believe everything, but the fact that he was willing to risk his job for you had to count for something.

"Hey princess, you think you could take it now?"

His forehead pressed against yours, breathing in deeply as he pushed another finger in.

"Fuck...Please, I'll go mad if you don't" you cried out, tugging at his cock as you slicked it up with his precum.

He groaned, his flush tip now rubbing over your clit and your puffy lips, hissing once he began to sink you down on his length.

You gasped at the feeling of being so stretched out, the countless times you had you pussy full with your toys couldn't compare to this.

Both of his hands found purchase on your hips, slowly guiding you against his cock, slipping out and sinking back in, his small groans coming out after each thrust.

You clung to his broad shoulders, keeping yourself steady as his pace picked up, the filthy sound of his dick plowing in and out of your soppy cunt filling the classroom.

"I'm gonna take you to my house after this princess, make you cum again and again, make you all nice and cozy and abuse your little hole...you kept me waiting for so long, kept this dirty little pussy all to yourself." His voice always sent shocks of pleasure through your cunt, the raspy hum his words held always making your thighs clench together.

"Oh baby you're just swallowing it all up, such a greedy little student I have...oh...look at you...you're gonna cum on my cock? I can see you shaking princess" your hand reached for your puffy clit, flicking it with the tips of your fingers in a hurry.

Your wings were violently flapping everywhere, sprawling around before wrapping around Aizawa as you came with a soft cry, clenching down on his length as he continues to push past your spasming walls, pounding you through your high as he struggled not to cum. You were gushing around his shaft, creaming over his cock and ruining his desk.

Once he couldn't hold out any longer, he pulled out, giving a few rough pumps with his fist, warm waves hitting your skin and coating your clit, dripping past your folds and sliding past your hole, your wings holding onto him tightly.

He rubbed his seed in possessively, gliding his cock along your sex before pulling your panties back in place, finally calming himself down.

He holds you by your hips for a while, kissing at your clothed shoulder and whispering praises into your ear, talking about wanting you for so long, dreaming about you, touching himself at the thought of you, praying to everything out there for a chance to hold you like this.

"Hey...didn't you say something about locking doors?" you mumbled tiredly, nuzzling your head against his cheek.

"Yeah maybe in a minute" he muttered out, kissing your forehead gently.

Thank your quirk for making you so obvious. Or maybe it was his devotion to you that made it easy for him to read you so well...

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[lasquadrasfuckhouse]

Hi!

What do you think about la squadra(separately) with s/o that is very childlish? Like, not a little child ofc, they can get serius when it has to be, and they talk ,like, normally (without "owo uwu" shit). They just loooove some cute things, animals etc. They also love watching cartoons, play games, and many other things likke that.

If you don't want to write it that's okay :)))

Bye bye <3

awwww i love it!!!!!

la squadra with a cutesy and playful partner 😚

risotto ✂️

he loves cute things too, he gets it. he adores how excitable and sweet you are and you absolutely count as cute things that he loves

the two of you will fawn over the neighbourhood cats together and every time you run into his office with fun shaped snacks to share cause u both love them (like gummies or cookies or chocolates) his heart goes ❤️❤️❤️❤️💕❤️💕❤️❤️💕💕💕

he appreciates that you're not afraid to get serious when the time calls for it too but seeing you without your normal attitude is so jarring and sad for him, he'll work twice as hard to fix what's wrong to see you smiling again. you're so full of love and wonder despite everything and that's so precious to him, he's protective (he knows and respects that you can handle yourself he just loves u) and would never want you to change for the wrong reasons ya kno

you absolutely balance each other out very well and you're fucking adorable to see because he's so stoic and scary and then ur this energetic sweetheart

he's not really one for cartoons or video games but he'll indulge ur interests!!! if he has the time to watch a cute movie with u (like disney) he will pay attention and give u his honest opinion

prosciutto 🚬

OPPOSITES ATTRACT HUH

honestly when you first joined the team he was an ass about it, thought it was unbecoming of an assassin to behave so childishly (the others already give him a headache) but the fact that you stood your ground actually really impressed him. you're still an adult and you're not unreasonable, you know when to take things seriously, you just have your eccentricities like everyone else in this circus and he came to appreciate your point of view and your seemingly boundless enthusiasm for nice things in life. he later expressed as much to you during his apology for being an ass.

you temper each other. he'll be your grounding force and you'll help him loosen up

he does like how ur sweet and open with your affection. if he grumbles about sharing the bed with plushies that's code for 'cuddle me instead'

he also loves bringing you to cafés that do those fancy or fun shapes in the lattes cause he loves to see your eyes light up and fawn over how 'its almost too pretty to drink!!!' it's really quite adorable how excitable u are and prosciutto is not immune to it

pesci 🎣

he very very much loves and appreciates it, you're a big comfort to him. the instant you chugged milk with him and gave him a silly grin with a milk moustache, he was in love

your sweetness and energy picks him up and when you've dropped your attitude he will take on the WHOLE WORLD to hear you laugh again. he's very protective and he's the first to jump to your defense if the others tease you or otherwise give you a hard time

he could listen to you gush for hours. he will absolutely sit and watch cartoons with u. he's not the greatest at video games but he'll try his best for u

because of his name you'll often lovingly make that cute fishy face at him with the kissy lips and ur eyes crossed and his heart explodes every time

he has somewhat of a sweet tooth, he likes things that have a light sweetness to them rather than anything super sugary. you'll share desserts and it's very cute

formaggio 🧀

he LOVES IT. he's just as fun-loving, there's never a dull moment with you two whether you're playing a dumb game you made up out of boredom, you're dancing and he's twirling you around, or ur in a pillow/tickle fight and play wrestling. you tend to get each other into trouble but you both snicker about it. two peas in a pod.

cats like you more than they like him but he can often get his pets in if the kitty is curled in ur lap and u both get giddy about it

you definitely game together. he's not as into the cartoons but he'll still watch em with you, he thinks they're cute and you're cute, but he may fall asleep during movies

he's a very grounding support when things require you to be serious, you work together hand in hand to solve the issue so u can get back to laughing

and he will do anything to hear u giggle, doesn't matter if he makes a damn fool of himself, he doesn't care. as far as he's concerned your laugh is the best sound in the world

illuso ✨

oh, he will tease you about it. probably in a way that's kind of mean when you first join, but you aren't bothered by him or concerned with his opinion. if you point out that he's the childish one for trying to get a rise out of you when you're just minding your own business, that has EVERYONE appreciating you because it's unbearably fun to see illuso taken down a notch. that has him huffing and retreating for a bit and having a think. when he comes back, he's less of an ass. as you grow closer, he apologizes.

now the only way he teases is gentle and loving and fond, because you really are quite adorable and he wouldn't have it any other way. it honestly kind of freaks him out when you get serious but he doesn't show it, he'll just place a gentle hand on your arm or your waist and work with you to resolve the issue. he's relieved when you smile again

he warms up to your plushies because they're nice cozy additions to his piles of pillows for lounging around on and they make u happy

he may keep up his aloof air when he picks up a controller with u or watches over ur shoulder like he has nothing better to do but he gets REALLY into it and competitive, or intensely supportive and backseat gaming if ur going solo

he honestly loves how sweet u are because that sort of thing doesn't really come easy to him

melone 🍈

he thinks ur absolutely adorable and makes sure u know it. he's playful too in a more relaxed sort of way so he mellows you out while still having fun

he loves to hear you gush and wants to get involved in ur passions. he's pretty good at gaming but he'll get more into admiring/analyzing the design aspect of it and same w/ cartoons, he's concerned for all the babies out there because they deserve good stories that make them think and benefit their growth and he will think out loud about how a show/movie fares in that regard after you've watched it together

he can talk a lot about animals with u too!!!! every time u grin or coo at a cute creature or Stay Very Still so a butterfly will land on u and giggle cause it tickles, his heart is doing backflips and he can't believe someone as wonderful as u exists and loves him as much as he loves you

ADULT COLOURING BOOKS!!!!! he absolutely loves to fill in the pages with u and add onto the designs outside the lines in all sorts of colours

he admires that ur not afraid to get serious when it's called for but still so sweet, he's so drawn to you and you make everyone's day better and just light up the room

ghiaccio ❄️

he also loves cute things. that includes u. but it will take him a while to admit out loud how adorable you are because he's flustered about it

forget normie relationship milestones like moving in together, the moment u both started slowly familiarizing your plushie collections to each other, swapping or gifting ones u saw and HAD to get for them or keeping two of them together because they're friends now Do Not Seperate!!!!, he knew this was Real

one of his favorite pastimes is sharing a big big cozy sweater with u, it doesn't matter if it's a bit tight with two people in it or that ur faces are squished together, he'll wrap his arms around u (if u haven't already put ur hands in the sleeves too) and cuddle u against him like a fluffy, snuggly, grumpy cat. welcome to sweater town, population u and ghiaccio

ur both very into pokemon too. you'll spend hours with ur heads bent together over ur gameboys with each other's companion games for that generation and help each other with trading and version exclusives

he's the first to yell at anyone for teasing you and he honestly gets a little freaked out when you go serious but he won't show it. he'll want to address the problem as quickly as possible tho and discreetly hug u when ur giggling again

sorbet and gelato 🔪🍦

THEY LOVE IT UR ADORABLE. they're both playful in their own ways (sorbet is more chill and dry wit sort of playful, gelato is no impulse control and hyena cackling sort of playful) and they love to have fun with u

it's also like.... the world is fucked up and they're both kinda fucked up (more than kinda), and they know you're not like an innocent baby or at all incompetent (hell, you may be kinda fucked up too, who isn't when ur an assassin) but it's just. nice to see someone else having fun and being sweet and enjoying things about life. so they are very protective of you when things get serious, they never EVER want to see you become embittered and will do absolutely anything to get you laughing again as soon as possible. which, guaranteed, they do

gelato has always had a short attention span so he knows what to do for entertainment and sorbet knows how to entertain, he may be the more patient one but they both like to mix things up and keep the surroundings interesting. they will play all sorts of games with u, video games or card games or stupid shit like beer pong or making a game of how many marshmallows u can each fit in ur mouths. you'll all go for a nice walk in the park and nothing is more relaxing for sorbet than kickin back on a bench while his rowdy babes end up tussling in the dirt. be free

of course, u and gelato also drag him into the dirt and put flowers in his hair and he would want nothing less

they'll both squish ur cheeks and lovingly tease u about how cute u are. blow a raspberry at them and they'll give u a kiss

sorbet will throw u over his shoulder and carry u around (no matter ur body type, he's strong!!!) + gelato will smatter ur face in kisses, just to hear u squeal and giggle

[double-hoe-seven]

AFC Richmond Staff as Partners

I did this for the team, now I’m doing it for the Richmond staff y’all.

Here’s AFC Richmond as boyfriends just in case you missed it.

Yippee Ki Yay motherfuckers (affectionately).

Ted Lasso

Look, Mr. Theodore Lasso just wants you to be happy.

That’s it. Ted wants to make sure you’re always happy and comfortable, and that you always feel loved and appreciated.

He’d go to the ends of the earth for your smile.

That being said, he’s trying to prevent the same issues that caused his divorce, he’s a little insecure about running you off.

You like to text him little messages of encouragement when he’s got a game if you can’t be there and he’ll do the same when you have a big project at work.

Your date nights include casual dinners, going to the movies or for walks in the park, or coffee and just getting cozy together.

He will always give you a massage if you ask, without hesitation. He just likes touching you in such an intimate, sensual way.

He’s random. He’ll randomly show up to take you to lunch or he’ll come home one day with a stuffed bear or something.

“On my way home I stopped to tie my shoe and when I looked up, this store had this cute little guy in the window. Say hello to Teddy Bear Lasso. See how he looks like a little cowboy?” “He’s adorable, Ted, I’ll put him on the mantle so I can see him every morning.”

The only person sweeter than Sam.

Coach Beard

After everything that went down to him and Jane, your relationship started off slowly.

He’s not exactly the most vocal person, he’s more of a man of gestures than of words.

Meaning, he’ll do things but he won’t often tell you what he’s thinking.

It takes a hot minute before he lets himself be completely comfortable around you.

Because he won’t tell you whats going on in his mind, you have to learn to read his expressions and his different silences.

You bonded with Keeley over Beard and Roy’s silences.

He did start leaving his flat a little earlier in the mornings so he can catch you on your way to the rail system and give you some coffee and a kiss before going to your jobs.

He shows up at your flat every monday with food so you can snuggle up with a movie.

Sometimes he knows when you need something before you do so he’ll randomly show up with tampons or flour because he noticed you were running low last time he was over.

Keeley Jones

Keeley is the best girlfriend in the entire goddamn world.

She knows everything about you; your favorite foods based on your mood or if its that time of the month, you favorite color for clothes, your favorite outfit, movies, music, or book genres.

Her happy, bubbly attitude is contagious, you can’t be sad around her.

There are so many nights where you two just kick back with margaritas and a movie, feet kicked up on the coffee table while your pedicures dry.

She’s so damn snuggly and affectionate it’s adorable.

She loves surprises; both giving and receiving them.

Without hesitation, she will go after anyone who makes you uncomfortable.

She’s the type of girlfriend who will correct someone who got your order wrong. You get the wrong food? She’ll send it back politely. 

She’s sweet and she knows shes a fucking snacc. You can’t say your hungry around her because she’ll always say “well you’ve got the best snacc in the world right here.”

Rebecca Welton

She loves having you in her office on the days you work remotely, simply so you can spend more time together.

So much wine is involved in your dates.

She’s somewhat of a sugar mommy but she also knows you don’t want her money, you just want her.

Keeley calls you goals, Ted calls you a perfect match, and Roy hates how often Keeley makes him go on double dates but he thinks you’re cool enough.

She gets anxious when she hasn’t heard from you in a while because of everything that happened with Rupert but she knows you wouldn’t do anything bad.

Big “fuck around and find out” energy when it comes to people bothering you.

Oh Rupert has shit to say? Get fucked you decrepit shitbag. Just die already.

Will the Kitman

Soft boy hours 24/7/365

You really just met by accident, you were dropping off something for your brother and literally ran into one another.

So many soft dates with him; cinema dates, drive-in dates, bookstore dates, coffee dates, all of the soft dates in the world.

There’s so much communication too, you tell each other everything.

He worries he’s not good enough but he also knows how much you love him, no matter what he thinks.

He can only fall asleep after you do.

He’s good at carnival games, and I mean ridiculously good.

clumsy boi

Like he can pop the maximum amount of balloons with three darts but he can’t walk and chew gum at the same time.

He’s got a fear of heights.

But he’s working on it so eventually, he can propose to you on the London Eye.

Nathan Shelley

No.

I said what I said.

I’m still mad at him.

Yes, I’m prepared to die mad on this hill.

Tag Team: @bdffkierenwalker​

[astaroth1357]

You know how in some places people hug close friends or just friends in general (depends on how much you love hugs tbh) to greet eachother???? How would the brothers react to an MC that does that??? (pls give me representation, why does no one else hugs their friends. How do you keep your hands to yourself.) if you would like. Thank you very much for your time!!!!

How the Brothers Would React to a (Platonic) MC Who’s Just a Hugger

Personally, I’m a pretty touch starved individual, so I would fucking love hugs!... (but only once there’s a certain point of trust/friendship/intimacy what have you between us, you know? I get as stiff as plywood when random people try to hug me. Just… no thank you. I like my space please, but that’s just me 😅)

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Lucifer

NO. No hugging. This man is not a hugger and would rather they just not, especially if they’re the type to do it from Day One.

Expect him to flinch a whole bunch initially and keep his hands very much up and off of them like, “Would someone pry this barnacle off of me, please?”

With time and familiarity, he’ll start getting used to their particular brand of platonic affection, but he’s still not really going to hug them back… They may get like a shoulder or head pat though (one-handed back pat if they’re too tall for the other things)

IF they ever get him to hug back, it would only be for big occasions, like if he hasn’t seen them in quite a while. In those cases, he’s got himself a firm hug to him. He won’t crush them or anything, but it’d be warm and snuggly.

Mammon

Not going to be used to it at first. He may not understand why they keep hugging him because, let’s face it, these guys probably don’t give each other hugs very often (with exception of the twins but they’re a special case).

At first, he’s going to be really tsundere about it. He’ll get all red and complain about the MC “hanging off” of him all the time… But eventually he’ll stop fighting it and just hug back.

“Tsk… If it’ll get ya off of me, I guess I’ll play along…”

After they start getting closer as friends, though, he might be the one to initiate a lot of them. If questioned, he’ll answer something lame like, “It’s only ’cause I know you’re gonna do it anyway!” But secretly (not so secretly) he really likes it. Hugging Mammon might not always be the most comfortable thing because he’s a little on the bony side in places, but he’s got grip. They’ll know he cares—a lot.

Leviathan

Is going to react like someone just dumped holy water or something on him at first, especially if he doesn’t feel like they’re that close. He’s a shut-in, after all. Direct contact with people of any kind isn’t going to be his thing...

He’s going to jump and be reeeaaallly stiff at first. It’s like he’s totally paralyzed each time they do it, all he can think about is, “Why?! Why do they keep doing this?? Is this what all normies do?!”

But with time and familiarity, he’ll relax into it and even greet them with open arms of his own. If they’re going to be his true friend, then he might as well, right?

Hugging Levi (after he gets comfortable with it) is a pretty casual affair. He doesn’t hold onto them particularly tight or anything, but he has a really calming smell to him? Like, a fresh ocean breeze with hints of beach sand? Hugging Levi can be kind of therapeutic, which is ironic given his emotional turbulence.

Satan

Satan’s met many people, likely from a lot of different backgrounds, so he’s not going to be all that put off by physical contact being used as a greeting. Some cultures just consider that sort of thing perfectly normal, and he’s good at adapting when need be.

Buuuut they’ll notice a difference between how he hugs them at first versus how he will after they get closer. Satan’s original hugs will feel pretty formal like, “Open arms now and put body here then close.” There’s no snuggle or embrace to it really, it’s like he’s just imitating a hug based off of some IKEA instructions he saw one time...

After they get close, especially after the whole magic book debacle, he’ll start putting a little more feeling into his hugs. It’s hard to describe because it’s not like he’d do all that much different, but they can just feel how much more accepting and happy their hugs make him, you know?

Like with Levi, a hug from Satan is pretty casual. He can feel oddly warm at times (due to the burning hatred within his soul), so he’ll probably make a pretty pleasant hug on chilly days. If the feel of a cozy sweater on an autumn day could be in an embrace, then that’s a hug from Satan.

Asmodeus

He loves huuuuuugs. Yes, please hug this man because he will never refuse!

Like Satan, he gets that some people are just used to using some kind of physical affection as a greeting, so he isn’t put off by it. Just know that if you hug Asmo hello, he may kiss your cheeks or something as a greeting back. He thrives on this kind of thing.

When they become closer, he’ll just glom onto them for any old excuse, really. Even if he isn’t trying anything to get them riled up (because you know he might do that occasionally). He just likes the excuse to snuggle the people he cares about.

Hugs from Asmo are pretty dang close to the pinnacle that hugs can get, he’s second only to Simeon (who I’ve said before is the King of Hugs. Period). They’re always just as tight as they need to be, and it’s like he knows all the best ways to stand or put his arms for maximum comfort. You will not find a better hugger in the House.

Beelzebub 

Beel isn’t one to refuse a hug, even if he doesn’t really understand why he’s getting one. He’s probably not going to connect that this is just how they like to greet people for a little while, but will get used to it nonetheless.

The closer they get, the tighter his hugs are going to become. At first, they’ll just be pretty casual and loose. But after they make a pact together, he’ll put more of a snuggle into it. And after everything with Belphie is said and done… oh boy...

Beel has the tightest hug in the House. Full stop. Even tighter than Mammon’s because he’s got all that extra muscle to him. He has to actually be reminded not to hug too tightly by the others all the time just so he doesn’t accidentally break the MC’s spine…

A hug from Beel is like being suffocated by pure affection. It’s warm, it’s comforting... it’s a lot. And he’ll happily keep it up for however long they want him to. The boy is used to being the primary cuddle-bug for Belphie, so he doesn’t mind adding the MC to the list of people who get extra long snuggles.

Belphegor 

The man, the myth, the legend, the guy who will steal all the hugs he can get and give zero shits about it. You want to hug him, MC? Go for it, just know he might not let go for a while...

To Belphie hugs are two things: A nice little bit of comfort in what’s surely a day he’d rather spend sleeping, and a chance to lean all his body weight on someone else because he’s a lazy piece of shit.

He’s not going to care if they want to hug him as a greeting, a goodbye, an insult, or because it’s Tuesday. The second he feels their arms around him, he’s in cuddle mode, and that’s it.

There are three variants of the Belphegor Hug: (1) the Nice Snuggle where he holds them close but gentle, (2) the Lazy Hug where he just throws his arms around them and only gets tight when they try to pull him off, and (3) the “I’m Tired” Hug where he just throws himself at them and they end up quite literally “wearing” his body because he lets his legs give out. Hug Belphie at your own risk because he will make the most of it each and every time.

For more hug-based content from me, check out Demon Brother Get a Tackle Hug and Undateables Get a Tackle Hug!

[sorryimanon]

Character: Katsuki Bakugou

Warnings/tags: heart warming fluff, language, and suggestive themes

Word count: 2.5k

In which your boyfriend takes it upon himself to pamper you on his day off.

Author’s note: some self indulgent fluff. this is a continuation of dad!bakugou and torch daughter. there will be more. enjoy :)

D/N= daughters name

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Katsuki heavily relied on you to babysit your rambunctious four year old daughter during the days when he'd be on patrol from dusk till dawn. Very rarely would he be home before the two of you tucked yourselves in for the night, leaving him to eat the leftovers from dinner alone at the table. As sad as it is, it didn't bother you in the slightest. In fact, knowing Katsuki was keeping the crime rate of Japan low, you were more than happy to become a stay at home mom. Most of your friends tried to talk you out of it, but you were already settled after giving your two weeks notice at your low paying job. Waking up and seeing your daughter first thing in the morning is better than staring blankly at a bright screen all day behind a musty wall, running on nothing but decaf coffee, and sluggishly going to and fro like a zombie.

Ever since your daughter manifested her quirk, you’ve been trying your best to maintain her sudden outbursts while at home. The doctor prescribed it as Torch: the ability to become a human torch and ignite flames throughout your body and fingertips. For now d/n is only capable of setting herself on fire, using the flames as a barrier to protect her from any harm instead of combating. However, sometimes she'll forget to extinguish herself, having you to manually use an actual fire extinguisher on her. Burn marks would litter the outskirts of your shirts, the aftermath ash smudged on your face, and the tiny hairs on your forearms long gone after handling d/n.

Your boyfriend appreciates the way how you compose yourself around d/n, not allowing the temptation to fling the little gremlin out the window prevail, because if the roles were reversed it'd be a whole different story. Sometimes he sits back in his desk chair, after a long night of meandering around the city, and tries to remember the last time you were properly treated. Of course, Katsuki never fails to remind you day and night he loves you through his actions, some including selfish indulgence late at nights, but all in all he didn't lack being the hopeless romantic counterpart for you. He wanted you to take a break from it all, have him handle the at home duties and the slimy daughter. Leaning back against the chair with his brows furrowed slightly, he began to mentally plan out your day already.

It was a Friday when Katsuki forced himself out of the comfortable security that is your arms and walked with light feet to his daughters bedroom. Today is his day off, so he has to make sure everything goes smoothly or else he's going to have more burn marks on his office desk.

He didn't bother knocking first and saunters in the familiar space, the faint snores from d/n somehow relaxing him. Her walls were freshly painted a light shade of blue, the contrast not too saturated to peel the attention away from her posters that covered every inch of her room, all of which were pictures of his prohero colleagues. D/N had to beg for her father to purchase a Deku poster, one of which she saw don display when the both of you brought her to the mall for a quick trip. He internally cringes every time he makes eye contact with the lifeless eyes of Deku when he enters her room.

Katsuki neared his daughter and kneeled down to where his head was leveled with hers, chuckling lightly when finding a small pool of drool collecting on her cheek.

"Wake up little shit," he whispers, nudging her uncovered shoulder with his knuckles, startling her eyes to flutter open. D/n nearly gasped at the sight of her father. The covers that were wrapped snuggly around her fell at the foot of her bed when she jolted up in surprise, eyes brimming with excitement.

"It's today right? Mommy's day!" Katsuki covered her mouth with his abnormally large hand, not wanting her obnoxious voice to blow their cover.

"Yes, but you're gonna have to be quiet for daddy. Don't want to spoil the surprise for mommy, you understand ya little brat?"

Hand still attached to her mouth, d/n nodded her head feverishly, hands clenched into tiny fits. Once he thinks she's shimmered down a little, he finally removes his hand and motions her to follow him.

Meanwhile in the other room, you were still fast asleep, limbs not once switching from their position over the cozy blanket. The chill breeze from the propped window regulated your body temperature nicely, along with the beautiful songs sung by the birds that reside in the trees close by. You stirred awake momentarily, feeling the loss of a presence that's usually laying beside you during these times of slumber. Katsuki's side was empty, the indent from his body molded onto the foam mattress, leaving you to believe he woke up not that long ago.

After convincing yourself to leave the comfort of your bed, you decided to search for the missing blonde. You crack open the door to a weird combination of radio music blaring throughout the house, and the delicious smell of something cooking in grease. It's no doubt your boyfriends doing. He always likes to impress you with how skillful he is in the kitchen. He hasn't made a dish you disliked yet nor will he allow himself to do so.

Standing side by side, minus the height difference, d/n and Katsuki both were too immersed in their cooking to notice you leaning against the island counter, trying very hard to not cry instantly at the sight in front of you. Watching them interact together was definitely something you'd be treasuring for the years to come.

A rush of savory and sweetness infiltrated your senses, the scent strong enough to knock you back to sleep. As if he read your mind overnight, Katsuki took it upon himself to prepare your favorite breakfast dishes. The dinner table made for three already set by none other than d/n, who currently looked proud at her work and craftsmanship. A large vase was propped in the center, a collection of vibrant flowers stuffed to the brim, the water inside almost overflowing. Attached to one of the stems of the flowers was a tag, the handwriting sloppy and hard to decipher.

To my dumbass, love ya - K.B

You felt the delicate touch of your daughter wrapping her hand around yours, giving it a slight tug before pulling you into the kitchen again. Katsuki flicked his gaze to you now, flashing the same mischievous grin you grew to love. his hands simultaneously worked on the food while taming the animal, that is indeed your daughter, from bumping into the pan handles.

"What's all this for?" You asked, the question directly appointed to both your boyfriend and daughter.

"Oh, so I can't treat my sexy girlfriend to a good meal?" he teased while setting the burners to low, letting the food cool off before plating it. Your daughter audibly gagged at the comment and swatted Katsuki's arm.

D/N's tiny legs were faster than yours and reached the cabinet where the plates and cutlery were stored at. To her dismay, the cabinet was higher than she anticipated. trying her best to waiver down the disappointment as she climbed on the sleek marble counter top, losing her footing here and there. Katsuki caught her in time before she misplaced her footing and almost toppled onto the floor.

"May I need to remind you not to climb on the damn counter tops anymore d/n?" he scolded as he put her down before grabbing enough plates for everyone.

Pursing her lips tightly, she crossed her arms and said, "But if I'm going to be a future hero then I have to battle my way through tough obstacles!"

U.A's immense training and work studies came in handy when dealing with d/n's hard headed ideologies. It's been a stressful reoccurrence, having to constantly teach her the importance of being a hero at such a young age. Her impulsive tendencies mirrored the blondes old habit of taking action before thinking. But there was always a saying when storing away your fear and facing danger head on.

"That's true, but sometimes a little teamwork wouldn't hurt. Your father should know a thing or two about that when he was a young U.A student," you said as you patted her head.

"What'd you say shitty woman? Talking crap so early in the morning already?" a strange popping sound alerted you to turn around, only to find Katsuki flaring his flashy quirk with a glare that could splice you open.

But his alarming gaze wasn't the thing that was scaring you at the moment.

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT USING YOUR QUIRK IN THE HOUSE! YOU'RE GONNA SET OFF THE FIRE ALARM AGAIN, IDIOT!"

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You thought the smorgasbord of a breakfast was the last of your boyfriends romantic gestures, but you should've known better once he demanded you to change out of your sleep attire and into something to  wear outside. Not thinking twice about where he was dragging you to, including daughter, you decided to play it safe. He approved on your choice of ripped jeans, synthetic tank top, and thrown on cardigan once heading off to the car.

The car ride to the mysterious destination was short lived as your boyfriend pulled up into the driveway of his old house. Mitsuki stood waiting by the threshold of the doorway, waving her fingers sweetly to whom you can only assume was you and not her only son. She stepped off the porch once Katsuki shifted the car in park, unlocking the doors as well. His mother reached the side where d/n stayed strapped in her seat and yanked the door open.

"Ah my little princess! How have you been? I missed you so much!" She unbuckled d/n's seat belt and flattened her in a tight hug, squeezing till her eyes popped out. "I can't wait to spend the weekend with you baby girl! Are you excited to have a little fun with grandma?!"

"Calm the fuck down, you're gonna kill her if you keep squeezing!" Katsuki's voice boomed out of the window.

"Oh pipe down you little shit I'm not harming her! Also don't talk to me like that! You're old enough to treat me with some respect by now!"

"SHUT UP YOU OLD HAG! JUST TAKE THE LITTLE GREMLIN AND GO!"

After the heated exchange, Katsuki eventually calmed down and drove the two of you back to the house in complete silence. It was quite a shift in a sense of environment wise. By now d/n would be begging you to make her some pudding or pour her a cup of lemonade, then place yourselves in front of the tv watching a random kids program till evening. Tonight you lend the torch to your boyfriend, allowing whatever devious plan he conjured up to unfold.

Before you could shuffle into your shared bedroom, Katsuki placed his calloused hands onto your cramped shoulders. Merely centimeters from your ear, he laid a chaste kiss on the area beneath it, smiling at your innocent reaction to his sudden actions and nuzzled into the crook of your neck. You smelt the familiar scent of caramel and men’s soap, both of which you undoubtably loved when combined.

“Suki?” Upon hearing his nickname, Katsuki quirked an eyebrow at you. “What’s with all the romantic gestures lately? Cooking my favorite breakfast, the flowers, and our daughter. Don’t get me wrong, I love her! It’s just nice not to worry about if she’ll set the curtains on fire again.”

You felt the vibrations of him chuckling behind you.

“Isn’t it obvious? I just want to fuck the shit out of you,” you sat paralyzed by his bluntness. his tuft hair tickled the underside of your chin, earning him an acute giggle from you. “I’m just kidding, pretty face. I figured you needed a weekend where you just relax and did nothing. Let me do all the work. That’s including getting rid of the brat.”

Shifting in his arms to where you can face him, you can now see the adoration oozing from usual heated glare of his vermillion eyes, the scowl long gone and replaced with a soften feature not so many from the outside can witness. To think this was the man you devoted yourself and love for, to allow him to bare witness anything and everything you endure. He’s a man of showing his compassion through his actions, not lousy words of affirmations that anyone could sputter out and proclaim its love. No, he reflects back everything right with the world, even when you felt the weight of it searing through your system, dragging it down with you. The same explosive blonde awaits patiently by the opening for you to enter, no matter how long it’ll take for you to accept his love. Because he’ll be there. Waiting.

And here he is waiting. In your arms to repeat those three words you made out from watching the movement of his lips.

The words leave your mouth effortlessly, the proclamation hanging in the air between you two.

“I love you too, Katsuki. Thank you so much, for everything.” Like so, you kiss the plump flesh of his lips, the same inflammation of your heart burning as before. The strong muscle of his tongue prods your entrance, practically begging by licking your bottom lip. Katsuki grabbed your chin as gentle as he could muster, titling it for a better leverage to explore your mouth in return. Your hands trailed across the defining shape of his collarbones, rubbing any part of his body so that your fingers remained busy. Both of you hum in satisfaction, relishing in the feeling of the intimate moment. To your disliking, he removes his lips from yours and hovers instead, panting from the mini-make out session seconds ago.

“I’m going to marry you some day, mark my words. So don’t act fucking stupid when I pop the question,” he hotly proclaims, not once removing those piercing red eyes from yours. That’s when you knew he wasn’t bullshitting. If there’s one thing you learned about Katsuki over the years of dating, is that he doesn’t throw out promises in the air nonchalantly without keeping them. You can vaguely hear the ominous sound of wedding bells in your ears.

“Sounds intriguing. I always wanted to see you in a suit and tie.”

“Ya know, maybe someday might be tomorrow-.”

You cut him off with a scorching peck, making his eyes widen and dilate with every given second you laid your lips onto his. “Shut up babe and ravish me already.”

A mischievous grin forms on his mouth as he links his arms around the back of your knees and hoists you over his shoulder. He erupted into fits of laughter after hearing you squeak from the abruptness. The door to your shared bedroom came into view, your boyfriend kicking it with his free foot before entering through the threshold.

“You’re in for a long night sweetheart. Now that our daughter isn’t here, I’m not holding back on anything,” he threatens as he lays you down on the comforter.

Another thing you learned from your relationship. Katsuki is always true to his word.

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[catboynonie]

Can i req something like gyu is being snuggly while reader and him watch a movie but he starts feeling a littke horny and asks to cock warm sjcbsjjd i feel like he would just love the feeling and just gently thrust every so often

friday night

pairings: switch!mingyu x switch!fem!reader

genre: smut (do not interact if you’re not comfortable!!)

w.c. : 1019

warnings: established relationship, cockwarming, little bit of degradation

summary: you and mingyu every friday night watch movies together, but this time is a little bit different than usual

it was finally friday night, that means that you and your boyfriend mingyu had your usual movie night. you really enjoyed these moments you spent with your boyfriend, it was always so cozy and cuddly. you couldn’t not love them. “do you need help sweetheart?” his voice coming from the living room, while he was choosing what to watch.

“no, don’t worry” you came back to the living room holding a big bowl full of pop corn and also a big bag of chips, “so what are we gonna watch?” he showed one of your favourite movies that you both love a lot, you smiled at him. mingyu helped you, he carried the chip bag while the two of you went to your room. that night no one was at home, there was only you and your boyfriend and it felt really great to be alone at your place.

you put the snacks on your bed reaching for the remote turning on the tv on the right setting. mingyu sat down on the end of the bed, he was scanning your figure. your perfume was everywhere, his mind started to think about a bunch of different things that weren’t adequate to that situation. “hey, did you hear me?” your voice took him back to reality, he watched you with a confused look on his face. “sorry, i was lost in my thoughts. what were you saying?”

you chuckled a little, moving your head making him understand that he had to lay down, “you are more distracted than usual, what do you think about all the time?” his cheeks got a little red because of your question but he only shook his head, opening his arms so that you could lay down in between them. there was something with him but you didn’t ask him anything more.

you pushed play and started the movie, your back against his chest spooning you. your eyes followed the scenes on the screen but it wasn’t the same for mingyu, he was looking at you, at your expression, at your lips moving as the emotions of the protagonist changed, he was looking at your body while he was caressing it gently. he was watching anything but the movie.

in the middle of the movie mingyu’s lips were ghosting on your neck, his breath hot against your skin, his hands started to roam on your body more and more putting one of them under your hoodie. you squirmed under his big hands, your head turned to watch him with your big eyes.

mingyu was over the edge, he could only think about fucking you senseless, making you scream his name so that everyone in that neighbourhood would have known his name. “what are you trying to do mingyu?” he bit his lips, shrugging his shoulders “what do you think i’m trying to do baby?”

you sighed pausing the movie, “are you that horny that you can’t wait for the movie to end? are you that desperate gyu?” you raised one of your brows, your eyes changed and became more intimidating. mingyu blushed more, poking his tongue on the inside of his cheek

“what if i am that horny? we just have to stop the movie and start again after we finish, we watched this movie like a hundred times”. you moved your eyes a little, like you were thinking deeply, “no, we can’t stop it. but if you are that horny like the whore you are we can do something different instead” he agreed and waited for your idea.

“slide that filthy cock of yours into my core, we have to stay like that until the movie ends” a smirk appeared onto mingyu’s lips, he really liked the idea but he knew that it would have been a torture for him. “okay, let’s do it” you lifted your hips, taking off your pants and your panties while mingyu was doing the same thing.

his shaft was half hard, you took him in your hand stroking his length making him hard under your palm. he licked his lips, one of his hands moving to your center moving two of his fingers on your clit. you sighed a bit moving his hand away when you felt wet enough so that you could take him. his cock easily slipped through your folds making you whine a little, even though you had sex many times before that night you still weren’t used to his size.

he was stretching your walls while you were whimpering trying to adjust around his lenght. “i just entered your cute little hole and you’re already whimpering, aww. wasn’t i the one who was desperate?” if looks could kill, mingyu would have been dead after that question. but you kept your mouth closed playing again the movie.

mingyu was comfortable in that moment, he was enjoying the warmth of your core around his cock. but your walls clenched around him from time to time, making it more difficult not to move. his hands started to move again on your body, squeezing one of your breasts in his big hand. you sighed lightly, starting to feel more and more pleasure as time passed by.

your cunt tighter against him because of the stimulation, but you didn’t lose your self control. the movie was about to end, you were again focused on it, meanwhile mingyu was trying his best not to move, snuggling more into your body. his breath was heavier and his cock was twitching a bit into your wet core, he started to grind against your butt trying to feel more pleasure.

you were trying your best not to whimper still looking at the scene on the screen, “mingyu, you fucking needy slut i said we had to stay still while we were watching the movie” your tone harsh. he whined a little putting his head on the crook of your neck, starting to thrust more and more pounding into you. your walls clenched around his shaft, sensibles because of him. “y-you won, but please now fu-fuck me senseless until all i know is your co-cock”

[babbushka]

I’m so excited to be able to request this finally 😍 So I’m a simp for Detective Zimmerman (as we all are Lol) I’m dying for a soft NSFW post 🤩 Foreheads touching, holding hand during the act, sweet affirmation, etc. I know you’ve got a lot of work happening for you at the moment but if you ever got around do doing something like that I’d die a happy girl 😍😵 P.s I love you and your work ✨❤️

Anonymous said:  Hello Mrs.Zimmerman 🌷A very happy new year to you! (Hopefully this year is kinder to us all) May I request for Flip : new beginnings, midnight & dreams with some domestic soft fluff as you do best with our one and only favorite lumberjack.

Anonymous said:  Hey Mrs Z! I hope 2021's treating you alright so far. So I know a lot of the time Flip is written as Very Dom™, but I just really wanna dom the shit out of the guy, idk what it is about him. Could you possibly do some sub!flip goodness?

(1.1k, cw: discussions of children/wanting a baby; fluff & NSFW [very snuggly sex])

Flip wasn’t sure what kind of bullshit it was that he was paying for a suite and he wasn’t even allowed to smoke in it, but he sure as shit wants to complain to someone about it as he wraps the plush robe around himself out on the balcony. The ski lodge way up in the Colorado mountains was booked solid for New Year’s, and he figures he should be glad he was able to get a suite at all, grateful he could surprise you with a little getaway to ring in the big 1-9-7-5.

And he is grateful, he just really fuckin’ hates that he can’t smoke inside or else he’ll get fined for it, so onto the balcony at midnight in the freezing fuckin’ cold he is. He finishes his cigarette quickly, the drags burning his lungs in that comforting way that he needs right now, quieting the jitters in his veins. When he’s done, he stubs the butt out in the ashtray, and lets out a little huff of laughter when he goes back inside and sees the state that you’re in.

“Well don’t you look cozy.” Flip teases, letting his chilled robe fall to the floor, trying to work out how you’ve managed to cocoon yourself in all these sheets and blankets.

“I warmed your side up real nice for you.” A hand emerges from the depths of the blankets, and you reach for him with grabby hands, wanting him close. “C’mere, come kiss me.”

“I like when you’re bossy.” Flip’s pulse pounds in his throat, he wants to be close to you too.

“I know, that works out pretty well then that I’m the boss, doesn’t it.” You’re cheeky, so cheeky, and he licks across his teeth with a dark glimmer of lust and love in his eye, and agrees;

“Yeah, it does.”

He manages to find a way into the blankets, and at once, he’s yielding to you.

His lips find yours, mouths moving against one another with eyes closed there in the dark and quiet of your suite, hands exploring and caressing one another’s bodies. You whine in the back of your throat, and Flip rolls himself on top of you, knowing what you want after what feels like a lifetime of fucking you and learning everything about those noises that you make.

He knows what you want, what you like, and his cock throbs with the thought of giving it to you. All he ever wants to do, really, is give it to you.

“Slow, I wanna feel you.” You whisper against his mouth when he kisses you, and something in his brain trips up, goes into overdrive, wants to please.

“Yes, anything,” He groans, his cock already filling out and nudging against your pussy, already pushing his way in, “Anything honey-bunny.”

Flip yanks some of the covers up over your heads, encapsulating you both in a bubble of your own. There’s a time and place for when he chokes you out and calls you a dirty whore – for this moment he can only think of how gorgeous you are as your mouth falls open, as your hand winds in his hair and pushes his head closer to yours, as your bodies move in time together under the covers.

“Fuck that’s good Flip – oh!” You laugh, and that’s one of Flip’s favorite sounds, when you laugh during sex, when he surprises you with how good he makes you feel, even though you’ve been doing this for years and years, “Yeah, right there, oh good boy.”

The praise goes straight to his cock, and he can’t help but be overwhelmed with love for you, as his hips grind against yours, as your heart beats in your cunt.

“IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou,” He just has to tell you, he has to start the year off by letting you know, as if you could ever forget – he doesn’t want you to forget.

“I’m – I’m gonna come, touch me,” You’re too sleepy to keep it up for much longer, and Flip knows that, it’s late after all, you were really only staying up because you don’t like to be asleep when Flip’s awake, gasping against his mouth, “You and your big fuckin’ hands.”

Flip’s hand drops to your clit immediately, and you both come together with a big of a weak groan of pleasure, a little laugh of bliss bubbling up from between your lips.

Keeping your bodies linked together, he rolls you onto your sides under the covers. He’s so pressed up against you that he could cry, your heads sharing one pillow, foreheads pressed together, noses rubbing.

“How’d a guy like me ever get a girl like you, hm?” Flip whispers, vulnerable in a way that he isn’t very often.

Your hand reaches out to cup and caress his cheek, and he turns to kiss your palm.

“Don’t go sayin’ that, I’m the lucky one.” You beam, a little sweaty and very sleepy. “I get to wake up to this handsome man every day? Jackpot.”

“Tell me one of your resolutions.” Blushing, Flip continues to kiss your palm, kisses the tips of your fingers, “Tell me what you want.”

“I want another baby.” You surprise him by saying, making his eyebrows shoot up.

The idea of having more kids had always been in the back of his mind, but he wasn’t sure that you’d ever agree to it. You’ve got two together, a happy toddler and an itty bitty baby back at home, being babysat by Flip’s Ma.

“Another one?” Flip keeps blushing, feeling like this is all one big dream he’s having. “Are you sure your hands aren’t full with the snuggle bugs we got already?”

“I’m more than sure, I think they need a little brother or sister.” You bite at your lip, eyes big and hopeful.

“I have been wanting to trade the family car in for something bigger…” Flip playfully teases, and you throw your arms around his shoulders and hug him tight.

“Really?” Beaming at him, your cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

“Really really ketsl.” Flip kisses you, sighing against your lips, “I love you so fuckin’ much.”

You gaze lovingly into one another’s eyes, snuggling together under the covers. Flip almost feels like he needs another cigarette, but your gaze grows a little more heated all of a sudden, and you make him laugh with how forward and blunt and bossy bossy bossy you are when you demand;

“I love you so much – but I’m awake now, so you better get to knockin’ me up, because I’m not leaving this resort until you do.”

[neon-junkie]

flaco, kieran, micah, and arthur with a super short s/o? like 4’10 bc im super short and i have a massive size kink 😔 you don’t have to do all!

size kink gang LETS FUCKING GOOOO!!!! yeah i love that shit. here’s some gn!Reader headcanons for you, slight NSFW warning below >:) 

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Flaco

Oh god, Flaco is going to play with this sooooo much the second he finds out. He definitely shares the same kink.

It'll become a bit of a pred/prey dynamic with him. He's quite feral when it comes to sex, but he's really gonna make sure he's towering over you at all times. Expect him to manhandle you a lot too, he'll pick you up and put you wherever he wants and there's nothing you can do about it!

Flaco is almost always the dom, but he will sub for you every so often, mostly because he gets the HOTS for a person half his size having so much power over him.

"You like having this power over me, don't you? Telling big Flaco what to do? C'mon, give me your worst."

But when it comes to fluffier things, Flaco loves to see you in his coat. That thing looks HUGE on you, you look like a very cozy burrito and he LOVES IT.

At least you'll never have to worry about being cold as this man can wrap his body around you easily, and he'll jump on the opportunity to do that. He loves having you snuggled up in his arms.

Kieran

Kieran doesn't play about with this kink so much during sex. He's not the kinkiest person out there, but he's similar to Flaco as he also really enjoys subbing for somebody half the size of him.

And when you get him in that state, he will do ANYTHING. He's just in so much awe and gets super into it, so if you want to use that to your advantage, go ahead.

Kieran also thinks the height difference is really cute. If he catches both of your reflections in a shop window, he'll tug your arm, getting you to stop so he can just admire that size difference.

"I-I know I always do this, I just think it's nice, alright? Can't a fella appreciate?"

Kieran also really likes the height difference because he can kiss your forehead without barely having to bend his legs, which is his favourite kind of kiss!!

Whenever you travel with Kieran, he'll put you in front of him on the saddle, his arms reaching around you to hold onto the reins. He loves that you don't need to duck down so he can see, you'll fit very comfortably against him as he rides. Don't be surprised if you feel something hard press against your ass whenever you two go down a bumpy path.

Micah

He's such a dick when it comes to your height difference. He'll use you as an armrest all the time, maybe rest his chin on your head when he's trying to be a little bit affectionate.

Micah NEEDS to see you in his leather coat. He needs to see the way his coat hem drags along the floor, and the way the sleeves look twice the size as they dip far below your knuckles.

"Ain't that the cutest thing? Might need to buy myself some more coats just so I can dress you up in them."

He won't admit it at first, but he really likes the way you fit so snuggly against his chest whenever he's spooning you. Micah is so weak for that!!

He adooooores having you on his lap, especially when you're straddling him during a heated makeout session. You've had to hold him back many times from just taking you on the table in the middle of camp, at night of course, because those makeout sessions get far too intimate to risk anyone seeing.

Micah's quite the slut for missionary because he can enjoy the way he towers over you, pinning you down to the bedroll, leaving marks along your neck as he either praises or scolds you, depending on what mood he's in.

Arthur

Oh my god, Arthur loves it.

He finds it a lot easier to manhandle you and will jump on the opportunity to pick you up and push you against the wall during sex.

I hope you have a praise kink too because you're gonna hear a lot of praise coming out of his mouth.

But when you two aren't having spicy times, Arthur loves to have you cuddled up in his lap at the campfire.

"Come over here, darlin'. Don't you wanna come cuddle up with me by the campfire?"

You'll fit so perfectly snug against him, almost using his body as a blanket as you lean your back into his chest. His arms will always be tucked around you, legs on either side of yours. You can tell when Arthurs getting tired because he'll rest his head on top of yours (and maybe doze off.)

He also enjoys having a bath with you because of the same reason; you'll fit so snugly against his chest as the two of you relax together, eventually helping each other bathe before straddling him and dirtying yourselves up again.