#tw shameless

[heartofjasmina]

Best friends dad Bakugou who hates how much he wants to fuck you. You're a fucking brat with an attitude as big as your very fuckable ass, and you talk back to him like you're begging him to put you in your place. One of these days, he's not going to be able to keep his temper in check. One of these days, he's gonna take you over his damn knee. One of these days, he's going to fuck you so deep you'll feel him in your throat.

[heymacy]

@shamelesscreatorsnetwork JUNE THEME: PRIDE ╰┈➤ "Every time someone steps up and says who they are, the world becomes a better, more interesting place."

[llydiadeetz]

SHAMELESS 4.08: Hope Springs Paternal

[ozzgin]

I looveee the Monsters x Heartbreaker reader. Especially how reader is a b**ch.

So what about a motherly reader with the monsters? I do love to give those monsters an awakening breeding kink and future family when they meet motherly reader lmao

TW: monster smut, breeding kink, pregnancy talk

I think it definitely adds another layer of possessiveness. Reader is not only a player, but also a caring Darling who just happens to be hornier than the average person. So she will lovingly accept the courting of any monster, with a lot of preparation and plenty of aftercare.

The realization doesn't immediately settle in. Obviously they've never dealt with a human before, so pregnancy is borderline ridiculous and out of the question. The monsters just follow their instincts and filling Reader with their seed is merely a kinky finale to their play.

And then it happens. Maybe it's a pregnancy scare, maybe more knowledge comes to light, but the important conclusion is that Reader can indeed be bred. It's the ultimate way to mark their territory and permanently brand her as theirs. What better way to say "She's mine" than turning her into the mother of their children? Bite marks, scratches, rough handling, they all go away with time. This is permanent.

Except, you know, this flawless logic implies there's not a horde of suitors waiting for their turn. "You're all mine", but multiply it by Lord knows how much. Yet, regardless of the reasoning, the urge prevails. No rational approach would convince the beasts in heat that they should take a step back. Even the ancient, all-knowing eldritch creature is clouded by tremendous jealousy at the idea that some other pathetic brute would gain the upper hand with Reader. Absolutely not.

It's a terribly crass way of putting it, but once this desire develops within the monsters, Reader will be dripping every step of the day. Whatever was happening under the sheets before has now turned into who can fill Reader up the most.

*insert multiple gas pumps meme*

(Ah, yes, that's where the Breeding Olympics from the previous ask come in. I almost forgot. Naturally, only the best of the best may have the chance to procreate with the one and only human of their realm. Funded by the Mayor of Monstertown, the historical event will ensure that Reader doesn't waste her time - and birthing resources - with anything less than elite.)

[apparently-artless]

⋆☆ KAIJU NO. 8 ○ HOSHINA SOUSHIROU ICONS ☆⋆

↳ requested by Mishmish (@peskyfirefly)

[credits to Remi (kithsune) for the dividers]

[batterycityghoul]

Shameless: Go Home, Gentrifier! (s11e02)

[beananium]

*remembers the best gamefaqs forum question of all time*

[mickeygifs]

[harringroveera]

AU where Neil finds out about Billy and Steve

(Incorrect Harringrove + Gallavich Quotes)

[heartofjasmina]

could you write more about sukuna fucking his slutty little sis

Nonnie, I thought you'd never ask~

Sukuna knew you had a thing for him. You always chewed your lip raw when he was working out in the basement (like he couldn't hear you on the basement stairs every time), you lost track of thought a little too easy if he was walking around the house without a shirt, and you constantly cling to him when you get the chance.

Not that he's immune to you, all softness and curves he just wants to squeeze. Plus he knows he'd be your first. You might act like a slut desperate to get fucked, but you were for him and no one else.

So when you sneak into his bed he just grins, having waited patiently for you to come to him.

He took his time with you, eating you out till you cried and fingering you on his thick digits, stretching you open. By the time he finally gets you on his cock he's lost all sense of gentleness. He wants you split open on his cock, wants you to cling to him anyway.

And you do. Even when you're sniffling and asking him to slow down, he bares his teeth at you and licks your tears away, "But you're creaming for me, sis. You like it when I'm mean huh?"

You flush and try to deny it, but the more he fucks you- rough and plucking at your nipples, slapping your clit lightly, the more you feel it. You're going to cum. Hard.

And the feral grin on his lips says he knows it too.

[heymacy]

That's the first time I've felt anything since, uh.

[frownyalfred]

since we’re in the shameless self promotion vibe tonight I will say that while I haven’t written explicit Thomas/Alfred (yet) I did write a stand alone a/b/o fic where Alfred submits to Thomas and basically pledges himself to him and Martha and it’s arguably more intimate than even sex.

[gardenerian]

Is this how it is? Is this how it's always been?

[killmymind]

SHAMELESS: KILLER CARL

[kmesons]

back on my infected!paul/wilbur cross nonsense. an interaction between these three would be very amusing I think

[heymrspatel]

ian’s feeling a little self conscious and mickeys just straight up loving on his husband and telling him how sexy and fine he looks!

ohohooo boy you've hit me right in the chest with this one... ok, let's see!

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ian's having one of those days. those days that don't happen super often anymore, but they do happen. waking up feeling physically heavy, groggy, slow. the harsh lighting in the bathroom making him notice those extra soft bits on his body, where he used to be taught and lean. he looks down, where his tummy sticks out above the band of his boxers, sighs.

eyes back up, he brushes his teeth, gazes at his reflection, and acknowledges that this is a fleeting feeling - because nowadays he looks at himself and sees it. happiness and health and comfort in his settled life. he loves it. he's sturdy, strong, beefy. he's soft, holdable, grounding. he sees it, he knows, mickey reminds him.

he sees it, washes his toothbrush, wipes at his face, takes a final look. he knows, but it's just one of those days. he turns off the judgmental fluorescents and pads back into the bedroom towards his....

my god... there, face bathed in soft light and gorgeous, mickey. he's shifted in the ten or so minutes ian's been gone. sprawled out and entirely tangled in the comforter. left hand sticking out and clutching ian's pillow - like he was searching, wanting, grasping - coming up empty. he's awake now. ian moves, the floors creak, mickey's eyes zero in on him.

"do you know how fucking cold it is in this room?... why the fuck are you up this early?" and ian's quiet, suddenly realizing he came to a stop in front of their full length mirror. a glance at himself, back at mickey. maybe he doesn't have to be up yet, it's saturday. maybe he can spare lounging around a bit more. glance and back. he should get under there, mickey said he's cold. glance, back. he doesn't move, rooted in place. "...come back under here and get on me!" glance...

"babyface... c'mere"

he moves. mickey rolling away, untangling, giving him his space in bed back... immediately shifting back and attaching himself to him. "always leaving me here in the mornings... can't stick around for me? hmm?" the drama of it all making ian chuckle and press his lips to mickey's forehead. he feels mickey's hands wander around his chest and down to his belly, making him draw in a breath and stiffen. he sees mickey's eyes squint and his nose scrunch in the process. a small tut escaping his lips. here it comes.

"got myself a human heater... warm and soft. teddy bear mother fucker." and that's a new one! "you gotta stop leaving me here every morning. you're like one of them weighted blankets you're always going on about... hmmph... comfy." he nuzzles into ian's chest, wrapping tighter around him, and breathing so deeply. smiling. "smell so good... i think i get why you're always sniffin'." giving quick cute pecks along his collar bone. "so many freckles. all over. this one here is my favorite." he moves to the hollow of his neck. giving it a little lick.

and ian can't help but giggle really. because his husband is so in tune, because he always knows when something is up, because his licks are tickling him!

mickey pulls until he's securely pinned under ian. "my big guy. cover me just right" his hands begin their familiar dance. over ian's strong shoulders, down the muscles of his back, lightly scratching back up. "you threw me around so good last night. was fucking airborne at one point."

oh. these giggly kisses are some of ian's favorites!

"you gave it to me so good and hard, made me grab on to all of you, huh?" his hands are everywhere, covering ian's body with love. "so sexy. do you know how good you feel and look when you're overpowering me like that?" the complete contrast of his statement and his soft lips making ian all fuzzy and warm.

"so good. so soft. so strong. so hard." a mantra. each declaration punctuated with the sweetest kisses. his hands wandering, grabbing, pressing ian's weight down. soft little moans making an appearance.

and god if ian doesn't feel like he's floating! high, on a cloud. sustained by mickey's touches, his sounds, his scent. his words, his words, his words. breaking through and helping him see and remember what he already knows. because today is one of those days, yes, and it'll take more than this to claw his way fully out... but he's being uplifted and loved and touched in the right ways. in the ways that wiggle in and help chip at that wall and appears in times like these.

he sees his strong arms framing mickey's head, how his size and weight are making him feel. he knows he's good, he's healthy, he feels his heart pumping strong and full of love in his chest. it'll take more than this, but this helps. every part of this helping, chipping away.

he breathes, he kisses, mickey moans...

he sees, he knows, mickey reminds him...