#yeah it's me don't queue your pants

[jeannineee]

SINCE U ASKED FOR ACOTAR REQUESTS, I HAVE ARRIVED!! First of all, don't say that, I love your work. Secondly, Azriel headcanons/scenario where reader is like, in the town house with papers and books everywhere and can't organise and Az(who usually helps,) has been on a mission for a week? Fluff? Smut? u decide!! have funnn

-recent follower<3

azriel with a disorganized, busybody mate

azriel x reader

warnings: briefly proofread. fluff and then smut. afab!reader, praise, fingering, maybe some slight dumbification bc this is azriel we're talking about. regardless, minors go away.

Cool shadows slither along your skin before rustling the piles of paper around you. They halt as you stare—as though they feel they’ve been caught doing something they shouldn’t. A quiet laugh leaves you at the sight.

To most, shadows lingering about in broad daylight would be cause for concern, or even fear. But you knew their presence meant your mate was nearby.

As if on queue, you felt a tug on the bond, with more shadows unfurling along the wooden floor.

“Hi, Az,” you murmured, eyes still trained on the parchment before you. “You’re home early.”

“It seems I was smart to finish quickly.” Strong arms wrap around your shoulders from behind, followed by soft lips pressing a kiss to the crook of your neck. “Given the mess you’ve made.”

You sigh and tilt your head back, warmth flooding your chest as you meet Azriel’s golden-brown eyes. “Rhys wanted help with a little paperwork.”

An arched brow. “A ‘little?’”

Your eyes flutter shut as his hand caresses your jaw; tension melting away with ease. “I may...have bitten off more than I can chew.”

“Hm. Shocking.”

Your eyes didn’t need to be open to see the deadpan expression he bore. “I should be finished soon, at least.”

He snorts. “I’ve heard that before.”

Azriel makes his way around the couch, collecting some of the papers and books you’ve strewn about. “You can take a break for now. I’ll help you later,” he says, setting the books aside before joining you in sitting.

“But I have too much to do. And not enough—”

You’re cut off by him pressing his fingers against your lips. “No objections. You have plenty of time. Especially if I help you.”

Any protest you had prepared was left unsaid as Azriel pulled you into his lap, hands resting at the small of your back.

"Just relax for me, yeah?" he almost whispers, grazing his lips along your collarbone. "You're always so busy."

You instinctively arch into him and whimper as he paws at your breast over your shirt. At your reaction, Azriel wastes no time in removing it, and begins sucking marks into your skin.

Heat pools between your legs, any previous worries long forgotten as you roll your hips against him, desperate for any amount of friction. Azriel chuckles against your skin; pulls back to meet your eyes.

"If you wanted me to touch you," he says, toying with the hem of your underwear, "all you had to do was ask."

"Please," you breathe, heart racing with need.

Azriel simply watches you for a moment, as if commiting the image of you into memory. You knew if he wanted to, he could make you beg. It certainly wouldn't be the first time.

A knowing smile from your mate has you wondering if he can read your mind--even more so as he asks, "Didn't i say I just want you to relax?"

His hand dips beneath your underwear; pupils dilating as he cups your heat. "I'll take care of you, sweetheart," he murmurs, carefully easing two fingers inside you. "Don't I always?'

Azriel uses his free hand to guide your mouth to his, greedily swallowing your moans as the heel of his hand rubs against your clit; fingers curling against your sweet spot at a pace that has you feeling dizzy.

"Always so good for me, aren't you?" Azriel grins, unable to hide his amusement at the way his words affect you. "Such a good girl."

"Azriel," you pant, walls tightening around his fingers as your pleasure reaches its' peak. "Azriel..."

"I know," Azriel says. "Cum for me."

You shudder against him as your orgasm crashes through you, with Azriel whispering praises against your skin as though they might be branded there.

As you come to, you become vaguely aware of Azriel's length straining underneath his trousers. But as you reach for him, he stops you.

"Let's take a bath, hm?"

You don't get a chance to answer before Azriel is lifting you into his arms, carrying you across the house.

"What about you?" you question softly.

"We'll get to that, sweetheart. I'm more concerned with you right now."

There's a glint in his eyes that sends anticipation rolling through your belly. But as he lowers you into the warm water, you're more than content to let him take care of you.

[jinnirev]

hii!! i love your writing skills !! could you maybe do jealous!ot8 x 9th member? you can make it any scenario youd like! im literally so inlove with how you wright your stories you're such a good wright!! you're fr one of my favs ‼️ (its okay if you dont wanna write about it, i understand)

HII TYSM FOR SUPPORTING MY WORK!! sorry I couldn't respond early I had no access to internet 💀 but omg skz would get so jealous and possessive so easily, I'm foaming at the mouth 🤤

☆ pairing: ot8!skz x 9thmem!reader

☆ t/w: mentions of soobin from txt, degradation kink (calling reader a slut), reader gets slapped :( (hyune kisses it all better dw <3), reader is kinda a brat, manhandling, spanking, pussy slapping, implied anal, implied gangbang, oral sex (m!receiving)

☆ note: I feel so bad for writing this after the incident 😭 wishing them a speedy recovery! I accidentally pressed queue on this draft so I had to quickly finish this up 😭😭

nsfw under the cut!

jealous!skz who'd get so so mad when they see you chatting with soobin during musicbank. why are you talking to other men when they're right there? laughing and giggling like whatever he's saying is that funny. they all knew you were doing it on purpose to get them all riled up and it worked.

jealous!channie who would respectfully pull you away from soobin, smiling kindly at him as if he wasn't coming up with different ways to punish you when you get time alone.

jealous!leeknow who tells soobin that they have to go fix your outfit because there were "some wardrobe malfunctions." even though you could clearly tell that your outfit was perfectly intact.

jealous!changbin who would manhandle you into an empty dressing room with the boys even though you're squirming and throwing a tantrum because why can't you talk to other men?

jealous!seungmin who would degrade you instantly the moment your bratty side comes out. "are 8 cocks not enough for your slutty pussy?" he'd glare at you, slapping your ass harshly as changbin forces you down onto the couch, laying you on your tummy over his lap. "have we not been fucking you enough?" he'll be the first one flipping your miniskirt over, slapping your ass again as he watches the fat of your ass ripple.

jealous!hyunjin who'd grab you by your chin to pull you into an open-mouthed kiss, his tongue shoving its way into your mouth to claim you as his or theirs. he'd pull away from you, a string of saliva connecting your mouths before slapping you across your face. "don't do that again," he presses his lips all over the now reddened handprint on your cheek, covering your face in kisses.

jealous!hannie, who'd be pulling your panties down, scoffing when he sees how wet your cunt is. "fuckin' slut, getting all turned on by getting slapped huh? you like that?" his hand comes slamming down onto your wet cunt as you let out a loud yelp. "tell me, does your pussy even deserve our cum?"

jealous!felix who'd be pushing hyunjin away from your face, his pants already unzipped and cock already out as he presses his cock against your lips, "open up, slut. you need something in your mouth to keep you quiet," he growled as he watches your lips fall open obediently, pushing his cock down your throat in one go.

jealous!jeongin who'd press his fingers against your asshole, smiling at you, "I think we should just use this useless hole of yours, yeah? leave your pussy empty because sluts like you don't deserve anything in her pussy~"

[crookedteethed]

18+

⋆ ★ You weren't even a fan, but here you were fucking the band's drummer in his tour bus. <3

Pairing: band!rafe x fem!reader

(a/n: posting this so y'all don't think I passed away😍😍😍 ps: I imagine rafe being a pouge in this. )

"For fuck sakes Cameron! Would'ja unlock the goddamn door?!" JJ, the bands guitarist struck the bus door as if it been his electric guitar.

"I'm coming, hold your horses!" Rafe yelled back, his voice muffled by the thick door. You could picture him rolling his eyes and a smirk playing on his lips. "Just giving our guest here the grand tour."

The bus fell silent for a moment--beside from the squelching slick of your cunt--and you could almost feel the confused glances being exchanged between JJ and Pope. Then, a loud groan reverberated through the door.

"You mean to tell me you brought a groupie on board? We have another show in a few hours, Rafe! This isn't the time for your extracurricular activities." Pope, their bassist, voice carried a hint of frustration and concern.

"Oh, shut up, Hayward. It's not what you and Maybank think," Rafe retorted, his hand still gripping possessively on your hip, his cock slotting in and out your sopping wet cunt. "Open the damn door and see for yourself!"

"It's locked you asshole!" You heard Pope quip, causing Rafe to laugh like the little shit he was.

"Oh yeah, guess you'll have to wait then!" Rafe shouted.

You wondered if they could hear you--the little whimpers that laced your lips at every rock of Rafe's hips--as you had heard them but actively decided to ignore them. 

"Rafe hurry up." you whined, tilting your head back to rest on Rafe's shoulder. "They're waiting."

"You think I give a shit about them waiting?" he asked you, his rocking movement stilling for a moment, and because you didn't want the pleasure to end, you quickly shook your head 'no.' 

Rafe had you bent over the tour bus dining table, your leg hitched upon the carbon steel, as he gave it to you from the back, repeatedly.

Your leather skirt and bra were bunched at your waist, and your shirt was on the ground somewhere. Rafe's impatience had torn the fishnets you had on earlier to shreds. 

You felt Rafe's hands grip your hips tighter, pulling you back onto him with each thrust. The table dug into your stomach, a contrast to the pleasure that pulsed through you.

The tour bus's windows had been tinted, but you could feel the eyes of the other band members on you, cupping their hands to the glass, but you didn't care. 

This was always how it was after a show for Rafe—the rush of performing, the need to let go, and the freedom of the open road, and the girls, girls, girls!

Rafe had realized he'd been a lucky man because every night after his band had done a set, there would be a queue of girls waiting to do whatever he said. 

He'd fucked girls in the East and the Midwest, and the South that had pretty decent pussy, but the girls in the West pussies never seemed to fail Rafe--like yours per se. 

Rafe breath was hot against your ear, his desire matching your own; Rafe almost wanted to kiss you. 

You pulsed around his cock at the sensation.

Fuck, did Rafe love your pussy, he really did.

"You'resofuckingwarm." Rafe words jumbled. 

Your cunt was the type of warmth you'd feel after being outside in the cold all day or, as Rafe imagined, the type of warmth you get from hugging a dead loved one, per se, like his mother. 

A moan escaped your lips as Rafe's tip hit a particularly sensitive spot, and you knew you were close.

The bus bounced slightly with each of Rafe's eager movements, a rhythm that matched the pounding in your chest.

The sight of your heart-shaped ass backing into Rafe's pelvis--equally as eager as him to reach your peak--almost made Rafe say, "fuck it." and let you make an honest man out of him. 

You wanted to prolong this moment, but the pleasure was too much.

"I'm close," you panted, your voice hoarse with need.

Rafe's response was a low growl, his hips snapping faster, driving you further towards the edge.

Rafe's hands then switched from gripping your hips to both his hands, palming your plush breast and forcefully pushing you back on his cock, causing the table to creak beneath your weight, the sound adding to the erotic symphony of the moment. 

And then, with one final, deep thrust, you cried out, your body shaking as pleasure washed over you.

"Ah, fuck." you panted. "Fuck." your head was spinning. It felt like someone had just put your brain in a blender, and pressed start--metaphorically speaking.

Rafe followed a hoarse groan tearing from his throat as he found his release, his cock twitching inside for every stride of his cum.

For a moment, you both stayed still, catching your breath. Then, with a soft laugh, Rafe pulled out and turned you to face him.

And you were pretty too?! Rafe had thought to himself, because this was the first time he ever really saw your face that wasn't in the dark bar light.

Rafe was glad that he hadn't been drunk or high in the moment, because he could see himself now getting down on one knee and popping the big question.

Rafe had watched you get yourself back together, he handed you you're discarded shirt on the floor, and then asked:

"Can I see you again?"

You took the shirt from Rafe, feeling a mix of emotions. On the one hand, you were flattered by his apparent attraction; on the other, you knew your personalities were likely incompatible. "I'm not much of a groupie," you replied with a small smile. 

Rafe couldn't help but burst out laughing at your response. "Well, I guess I'll just have to settle for this one unforgettable fuck then," he joked.

"Rafe it's just that--" you paused. "I know your type. You're the type to hit it and quit it, right? Leave girls once you get sick of them?"

"Funny, I didn't take you as a tabloid junkie. You shouldn't believe everything the magazines say, y'know?" Rafe said with that boyish charm of him--the same charm that landed you getting fucked in the back of his tour bus.

You laughed, a rich, full sound that surprised you both. "Fair enough," you conceded, slipping your shirt back on.

"But I'm serious, Rafe. I'm not looking for a fling, and I don't want to be another notch on your bedpost." You paused, considering your next words carefully. "I like you, and this was… incredible. But I'm not sure we're meant for anything more."

Rafe's face softened, and he took your hand in his. "Hey, I get it. I've got a reputation, and it's not exactly a good one." He squeezed your hand gently. "But maybe, just maybe, we could try something different? Something real?" His eyes searched yours, and you could see the sincerity in them.

You bit your lip, torn between your better judgment and the pull you felt towards this enigmatic man.

"Sorry, cowboy. My 'no playboys' policy is firm," you playfully jested, causing Rafe to flash a grin.

"Oh, really?" he responded, drawing you closer. "I suppose I'll have to sway your opinion then."

"I suppose you will."

And with that, time would tell if he could win you over or not.

[cdbabymp3]

𐙚dancing in the living room ― hamzahthefantastic

summary: hamzah helps ease your nerves as you get ready to meet some old friends

notes/warnings: supportive bf hamzah yipeee!!! pretty fluffy and sfw, reader has a bit of social anxiety this is lowkey self indulgent

shaky hands smooth over your black dress, as you take deep breaths in and out. the bathroom you shared with hamzah suddenly felt a whole lot smaller. to stabilize yourself, you grab for the porcelain counter, not realizing how hard your grasp is until your see your knuckles turn white. as if on queue, hamzah knocks gently against the door, making you snap out of your panicked trance.

"babe? you okay? you've been in there for awhile...."

"maybe this wasn't a good idea." you open the door slowly and give him a defeated look.

he shakes his head, taking your hand and leading you out of the bathroom. "i know meeting up with old friends can be scary, but i think it's gonna be good for you, i really do." he kisses the top of your head, "plus didn't you say they've all been saying how much they've missed you over text?"

you huffed, "yeah, but they wanna go to this club and dance, but you know i don't really dance so, i-"

he playfully scoffs, interrupting you, "i've seen you dance."

your cheeks turn warm, thinking back to that drunken night when you and hamzah were only friends. somehow you had ended up at a karaoke bar in downtown toronto and had way too many shots, dancing and moving your hips to the music like you were an entirely different person.

"that was different..." you mumble. there's a beat of silence before hamzah shifts. seeing the genuine distress on your face, an idea pops into his head. he takes you down the hallway, hand in hand, until you're in the living room. while hamzah's place was very nice, it lacked space, so he scoots what furniture he has near the back wall so that the middle of the room is empty. he doesn't speak as he does this, making you tilt your head in confusion.

"hamzah, what are you doing?" you laugh nervously

he pushes the last sofa-chair against the wall and holds up a finger for you to be patient. you roll your eyes at him, watching as he grabs his speaker from the coffee table and connects it to his phone with a little synthesized hum.

"now, i don't wanna hear that you can't dance, y/n" he starts playing 'yeah!' by usher and you immediately burst out laughing.

"the song???" you pant out in between your laughing fit

he laughs with you, shouting over how loud the music is, "what? is this not what they play at the club?" he starts pumping his chest to the beat with his tongue out, trying to get you to loosen up. he looks so stupid and cute at the same time, you can't help but giggle.

"okay, okay, fine." you put your hands up in surrender, walking over to the center where he dances. you start to find your rhythm, rolling your hips to the beat and sliding your hands along your curves like you did that night at the club.

"ohhhh here we go, c'mon!" hamzah cheers, sizing you up with a hand over his mouth as you move

you flip your hair, letting your hips do all the work. you can feel hamzah's eyes boring into you as you try not to smirk, staying focused on dancing. unable to hear him walk over because of the music, you feel hamzah's hand hold your waist from behind as you both rock to the beat. you smile, placing your hand on top of his and moving with him until the song ends and the room is quiet again.

"okay, you. me. that bar downtown. next week." hamzah lets out a breathy laugh, but he's cut off by your turning around and embracing him in a tight hug. he's caught off guard, the wind nearly getting knocked out him.

"thank you." you whisper warmly, face pressed against his chest

hamzah just about sheds a tear, grateful that he was able to ease your worries. he knows how much you beat yourself up, especially with social things, so that fact that you were able to distract yourself and laugh means the world to him. he leans down and kisses the top over your head, "anytime, party girl."

lil draft from march i felt like posting idk im sad and i miss hamzah. no im not back....i think

[enmie]

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ Living ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ -pt.3: Yuuji

➶ jjk's Yuuji Itadori and his denied jealously and love for you; he's convinced he loves you more

➶ late night talks with Yuuji makes him realize a lot of things 【 fluff? 】

➶ cw: cussing (mild.) fem reader

𓅪 excuse Yuuji he's just a bit sleepy :'//

𓅪 I'll let you decide if you wanna date him

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

Nights like these were treasured greatly. Late nights, talking and all. It was weekly. Yuuji never really grew up with such a family, that he thinks you're a great addition to his life. To the point where it even begins to get romantic, but you never seem to notice.

Because here you are, proving that very fact. On and on, babbling all about Megumi and shit he said. That's his best friend, yeah, but he doesn't want him to have you. He wants you to be a complete addition to his life, because for him, you're the only way to live.

"And, get this, he said I was cute." You remark, sitting on the bed while hugging a plushie. Yuuji holds an eye roll back, and he simply sips on his boba tea. It isn't that you're gushing, you just think it's unusual of the stoic boy.

"I mean, he doesn't do that, does he?" With a sigh, you pick up your coffee. Late night coffee. "He's your best friend, you should know."

"...Is that really what he told you?" Yuuji asks, shifting uncomfortably at the thought of you getting asked out (by Megumi at that.) Little did he know you deem it platonic. Yet he was jealous.

"Uh-huh! Aren't you glad?" He thinks for a moment. He wants to support you, but really, his own tongue betrays him and he swears it's Sukuna.

"... Now that I think of it," He sighs, "no." You flinch and whine.

"What if I call you cute instead?"

The outward suggestion made his stomach ache a lot. Butterflies, Yuuji thought, this is what they called butterflies. "I mean, how would you react?" You giggle at his question. The pink-haired boy was rarely jealous or even upset at these kind of things. Yet here he was, making hypothetical questions.

The coffee slips through your fingers as you gently put it down on the bed. Those hands Yuuji adores so much. So so much. "I guess I'd thank you. You're nice, Yuuji. Megumi is sooo much meaner than you are." Before you knew it, you were rambling. And just like that—

"Shit!"

He exclaims when your coffee spills on your bed, getting all over the newly changed sheets and some on his pants, some on yours, and some on that long hair of yours. He's nearly convinced the Megumi talk tipped the plastic cup over to spill. Overly determined to make you think he's so much better than his best friend, he stands up to grab tissues. You blink with shock. This boy... was wiping the mess off of someone else's bed!

You burst into laughter, standing up as well to get new sheets from the closet.

This has happened before.

"You don't need to clean for me," You nudge Yuuji's side. A pout forms on his face when you gently push him away to take off the dirty sheets. He seriously thinks he's able to help through all of this, and he wants to prove that.

So his hand almost automatically reaches for the old sheets, carrying them to the hamper to throw them in the little washing queue you had. "So..."

Yuuji clears his throat. "Am I boyfriend material yet?"

You burst out laughing again. Even the shake of your shoulders, your wide open mouth releasing sounds of joy, he finds it endearing. Nothing but adoration fills his gaze. "Keep convincing yourself, buddy." Oh. But he was serious about that. Maybe he shouldn't keep hoping for you to take him like a real person.

"Will do so," He says with a salute. Fighting unseriousness with unseriousness. If that was all he was good at, so be it; immaturity for life.

And of course you press him about it. "It sounds so ridiculous. How about if I ask? Am I girlfriend material yet?" You repeat his in a goofy voice. Yuuji scoffs. But... he finds himself muttering under his breath, eyes down at the floor as you neatly put the new covers on your bed.

"... Yeah."

"What?"

You look over at him, thinking he said some snarky comment. And that's what he covers it up as.

"I said keep convincing yourself, bitch...!" He makes up on the spot. You give him another playful nudge, a chuckle escaping your lips. Oh, those lips. "Since when did you start swearing?"

He shrugs. "Oh, I don't know. Well... you like it when Megumi swears." Just like that; you deny it. He denies it, too, the undying yearning he has for your love.

ⒺⓃⓂⒾⒺᛌⓈ fanfic

[sturn-wrld]

🪼sunsets at the beach

pairing: matt x reader

summary: where matt takes reader to the beach

genre: SMUT!!! if that makes you uncomfortable dni!

warnings: unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy), nicknames (babe, baby)

a/n: day 11 of smutmas. parts of this fix are almost poetical. this one is a little longer than usual i would like to think. idrk.

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hey baby do you want to come to the beach with me?

yeah of course baby :)

i'll be there in 15 love you

love you

as you rushed around for 15 minutes to get ready to go to the beach with your boyfriend matt, you were wondering why he would suddenly want to go to the beach at 5 in the afternoon in the middle of winter. i mean you had an idea but kinda rushed it away because he could just come to your house for that.

you heard a knock on your door. you opened it with overwhelming amount of joy to see your boyfriend. it had been a while since you saw him last and you really just wanted to spend some quality time with him. "matty" you said reaching your arms out for a hug, "baby" he said pulling out the y sound as he hugged you. "you ready to go?" he asked me as we released from our long hug. "yeah, i think so" you said looking around after picking up my bag making sure that i didn't forget anything. "we aren't actually swimming though right? because it's freezing and i don't want to get sick" you said looking at matt wonder in your eyes, he just laughed. "no no no don't worry beautiful i wouldn't do that to you" he said place a piece of hair behind your ear and place his hand on your cheek, caressing it. "okay let's go then" you said walking up to his car.

as you hopped in the car, you connect your phone to the aux and started queueing up some songs. he looked over at you as you reached the first red lights and said, "you are so beautiful" you looked back at him making eye contact before looking away to your lap smiling and blushing. he placed his hand on your thigh, where he drew little circles for the remainder of the drive to the beach causing your panties to become a mess, but you soldiered through it as this was a sweet gesture from your sweet boyfriend.

he parked right above the beach where you could see everything from right by as sunset was at its peak. "wow this is so pretty" you say staring at the beautiful orange and pink tones that a shining band reflecting against the ocean, the remaining sunlight sparking against the blue ocean. "not as pretty as you" you look over at your boyfriend to only look away again flustered.

you looked down at your lap to see out of the corner of your eye, matt's pants starting to tent and his hand making it further and further up your thigh. you now looked directly at his crotch and back up to his face where he now became flustered before looking away. "i'm so sorry baby" he said trying to apologise for having a boner, "it's the first time i'm seeing you in weeks and i stuff it up by getting hard" he said pressing his palms to his face and looking down.

"who said you ruined it" you said while now slowly caressing his hard on. "what" he said his breath hitching in his throat. "i mean we clearly haven't done anything like this in a couple weeks because we've been apart but what if we need it" you said feeling his boner a little rougher. "are you sure your okay with that baby? i don't want you to think we need to just because i'm a horny fucktard" all you did was start to undo his belt as he looked at you, eyes filled with seduction. he continued to pull of his belt and pants until his bottom half was naked and his hard cock was sprung up against his stomach.

you took his dick into your hands as you slowly started run your finger over his tip before starting to fully pump his now fully extended length. his noises were every where. he was whining like you had never heard before. you suddenly took his cock into your mouth, his hands going straight into your hair. "i love you so much gorgeous" he said feeling up your ass making you moan around his cock, making him vibrate and groan even louder. as you started going a bit faster, he started bucking his hips up into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. you felt him twitch meaning he was close to his finish. you started bobbing your head up and down faster to prompt his orgasm. he whined impossibly louder as his loud shot down your throat. you gently took your mouth from around his still hard cock. he grabbed a nearby napkin to wipe the excess cum from his cock and around your mouth.

"get in the back baby" he said sweetly wiping the cum from your mouth as if he isn't about to rearrange all of your internal organs. you obeyed and crawled into the back, him following behind. he crawled on top of you, making out with you, his cock teasing at your clothed centre. you started moaning already. matt noticed your sudden neediness and tried to rush the foreplay section a bit as you were just wrapped around his cock. he pulled off all of his remaining clothes and all of yours before placing himself comfortably in between your legs, rubbing his cock up and down your aching core.

"babe please stop teasing" you said grabbing his shoulders and neck, not being able to bear the mixture of semi pleasure and pain anymore. he started kissing up your stomach and chest until he was aligned with your face. "your wish is my command beautiful" he said pushing his cock into your core. you moaned in response not knowing how long you were going to last with this amount of pleasure. he started thrusting in and out of you at an inhumane pace that caused you to own lifer and louder with each thrust. "are you already close my baby" matt said feeling you clench around him already, a signifier that you were close. "yes baby, you make me feel so good" you practically screamed. "alright hold on for just a little bit for me" he said simultaneously going faster and faster pushing himself towards the edge. "i don't think i can last much longer if your going the fast" you said in a drunken haze almost not sure if your surroundings anymore. "it's okay cum for me now beautiful" with that you released with an unruly moan as he cummed inside of you.

he slowly pulled out of you, positioning your selves so he was slightly underneath you. "look at the sunset baby" you said as the sun had almost passed the horizon, the orange hues now overpowering every other colour"

"it's almost as beautiful as you"

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[stevesbipanic]

Steve couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Eddie and Robin had come over the previous night to watch corny Christmas movies, Robin had left before they went to sleep since her family was driving out to visit her grandparents in the morning. He and Eddie had crashed in Steve's bed, something that was becoming a regular occurrence and not helping Steve's overwhelming feelings towards the metalhead.

They had had no plans for the next day so of course they'd slept in and of course they'd woken up tangled together and of course they didn't talk about it. Steve had made them breakfast and Eddie made them coffee and it was all sickeningly domestic and exactly what Steve craved. Eddie eventually had to leave though which lead them to now.

"Ahhh, Stevie, slight problem."

"What is it?" Steve said as he trailed out from the kitchen to Eddie in the foyer.

"Fuck."

"Fuck."

Eddie had opened the door to a wall of snow.

"We're snowed in, shit."

"Fuck, um well maybe I can just go out the upstairs window?"

The boys went upstairs and looked out.

"Noooo, my van's totally snowed in too shit."

"Plus I honestly don't like the thought of you jumping from my second story, Eds."

"Fair point, guess you're stuck with me for a bit."

Neither boy minded having to spend longer together. They watched more movies and smoked and listened to Steve's music which thankfully Eddie had started supplying with "good music". The boys worked together to make themselves something warm for dinner, Steve had been teaching Eddie to cook since the spaghetti-o's incident.

"I still stand by canned foods, Stevie."

"And I stand by living to thirty, Eds."

They were now smoking Eddie's last joint on Steve's bed, talking about dumb shit when it happened.

"Hey, at least we still have power right?"

As if on queue the lights went out.

"Fuck."

"Fuck."

Steve checked the circuit breaker to no avail.

"Well Dustin took my last flashlight for 'science' so we'll have to do with candles."

"Trying to seduce me with this romantic atmosphere, sweetheart?"

Steve hoped Eddie either didn't see his blush or blamed it on the cold. And cold it was, they had gathered up all the blankets they could find around the house and cocooned themselves on Steve's bed.

"Ya know this is kind of fun, Stevie."

"Yeah? You like freezing yourself?"

"Well no, but I like freezing with you."

Steve couldn't help the warm blush that spread through him.

"I like freezing with you too, Eds."

"I think I know a way we could warm up," Eddie said smiling softly.

"Oh yeah? How you got a secret heater in your pocket?"

Eddie laughed shaking his head and leaning in, before Steve knew what was happening, Eddie was kissing him. Steve smiled into the kiss, pushing back against Eddie. Eventually they pulled apart, slightly breathless.

"You know what? I do feel warmer."

"Well I've got plenty more ways to warm up."

"Is that a candle in you pants or are you just happy to see me?"

Steve had never felt warmer than hearing Eddie's laugh.

[yandere-kokeshi]

— Bloody, fucking red!

Pairing: Yandere dabi x afab reader.

Summary: Dabi wants to help with your period. So, why don't you let him?

Warnings: Yandere behavior, period sex, doggy style(?), oral sex, fingering/eating out, soft-dom Dabi.

This is not proofread — this is on queue.

Might do a part two. This was supposed to come out on valentines day but hey, it's out ig.

“Doll, why don’t you let me help?” Dabi asked behind you, cringing at your painful groans.

Sighing, you dig yourself further into the bundle of pillows and blankets, “No… It’s icky.”

“Icky?” You heard him laugh, “What are you, a child now?”

You rolled your eyes, before groaning from the immense stabbing you felt in your lower abdomen. Gosh, did cramps really have to hurt this bad?

You heard Dabi sigh, feeling hands drag along your back and thighs, weight being sunken into the mattress behind you. Turning around, you saw Dabi kneeling over you before kissing your cheek and nose.

“Bambi, I promise. It’ll help with the cramping and bloating. I can show you the damn article.” He looked at you with his icy-blue eyes, trying to convince you to agree to the ‘romantic’ intercourse.

“But–” You stopped, starting to chew on your fingernails with overblown thoughts.

“But what, baby?” Dabi repeated, before smirking at his thoughts. “I know you’re having a hard day. Plus, I know sitting on my face always brightens you up.”

“Dabi, it’ll get messy–” You try to protest. But he brings his face closer to yours, pulling his mouth to your ear before whispering.

“—I like it messy.”

Finally, you nod — a slow, agreeable nod that Dabi took right too. Climbing over you, Dabi took his shirt and pants off, only leaving him in his boxers.

Dabi gets under the sheets, crawling between your legs, making sure to grab a pillow to slip beneath the small area of your back for comfort.

With him laying on his stomach, you felt embarrassed. Uneasy at this position and spiraling thoughts that made the situation worse. What if he leaves you? Or he get fed up with how you bleed and doesn’t let you finish? Or how—

“Hey,”

Slowly, you meet Dabi’s gaze, a soft yet stern look in his eyes. “Stop overthinking. If you want me to stop — tell me.”

You nod yet again, throwing a smile at him before feeling your shirt being pulled off, exposing your stomach and breasts with his warm hands kneading at your skin; feeling his face move downwards, kisses being prepped all over your tummy.

Letting out a shaky sigh of relief, you feel Dabi knead the soft swell of your breasts in his palm. Hearing him hum at your hardened nipples, he looked up at you before speaking.

“Spread your legs.”

Within a second, your pants and panties were guided off, being thrown into the abyss of the semi-larged bedroom.

Dabi pulls you closer to him — earning a small yelp out of you, a small chuckle coming from him.

He pulls your knees over his shoulder before diving in, his tongue meeting your center. He started off slowly, smearing and licking your growing slick and blood all over your entrance, nibbling softly at your clit and squeezing your thighs affectionately.

“Fuckk,” He groaned, making direct eye contact with you. “You’re so fucking sweet. This pretty pussy is my favorite meal.”

You moaned, feeling your cheeks heat up even more. God, it felt really good.

Dabi continues his abuse, the sounds of slurping and occasional deep groans combined with your needy whines, all your negative thoughts and feeling of ‘ickiness’ were sucked away. His thick muscle was flat against your clit, tracing tight but quick circles.

“Cum for me, do it dollface.” He demanded, voice slightly muffled by your thighs clenching around his head. “Come on, you can do it. You're doin’ so well baby, this is all ‘for me, yeah?”

“Shit!” You moaned, embarrassment rushing through you. You tug at his hair, hearing the way he eats your cunt. It’s sloppy, erotic — lewd. Wet noises fill the room, it was borderline disgusting, yet so hot.

Your tummy starts tightening — almost too tight like a rope ready to rip apart.

You came, clenching around nothing as his fingers spread your pussy, licking all the blood and slick that had slid down. Making sure to slurp and suck more as your sensitive pussy carved more stimulation.

Suddenly, the front door had two bounding knocks. Which resulted in both of you turning.

Dabi smiled though, “Guess the pizza is here. Should I go out like this, baby?”

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[cranberryjuice-posts]

hi ! hope you're doing well ! I was wondering if you could write for clarisse x apollo child reader ? where like, r got into a fight (for clarisse maybe) (they ain't together yet yk, just r flirting a lil) and chiron's like "no desert and no magic healing" and r goes back to their cabin tail between their legs and then clarisse spawns, dropping a plate of like fruit or whatever next to r on the bed and has some first aid kit in her hand. I also see her like "drop ur pants" and r being "if u wanna go at it just tell me their a bed yk" stupid stuff like that. and it's just c being oddly sweet to r and like at some it rllly hurts and r's like "I'm refusing treatment >:(" and clarisse sits gently on their lap and plays with their like "please" and r's like "...okay" and when reader's all good to go they just cuddle and make out a bit 🤏🤏 (if ur comfortable)

feel free to ignore if u you don't want to/ can't/ don't feel comfortable to write dw !

Unlikely love

Pairings - Clarisse La rue x fem apollo Reader

An - this ain’t proofread so ✌️✌️

Here you were. Sitting in the big house getting a lecture for something that isn’t even your fault. The girl was running her mouth, and what you were suppose to just take it. “For punishments I think stable duty is fitting. No desert for a month and if your injuries are terrible you may visit the infirmary before returning to your cabin.”

“Great” You gritted through your teeth. Standing up you stormed out the old style house and down to the cabins. Ignoring any person that tried to stop you, pushing through the door you slumped past the medical stations and dropped onto your bed.

You weren’t an aggressive person. You hated physical alterations all together. The entire fight was Un fair but you couldn’t let her get away with what she was saying; clarisse wouldnt.

As if in queue the door opened. It was probably one of your siblings who forgot their weapon. Though in the corner of your eye you noticed the clock showed 7pm. Guess capture the flag was over with already. Go figure you were inside the big house for a while.

“I don’t have your shit so don’t bother asking me” you loudly spoke. You weren’t in the mood to deal with any of their accusations today.

“Don’t be a smart ass”

Sitting up you noticed Clarisse who was rummaging through your cabins medical stash. Walking to your bed she held a med kit and a plate of your favorite food, a glass of your drink of choice as well.

Setting the items beside you she turned on a light before looking at you with disappointment. “So why’d you fight her?”

You shrugged. “It’s not important”

“I think it’s pretty important when the least confrontational person i know gets in a fight.”

Realizing you won’t fess up clarisse sighed shaking her head. “Take off your pants”

“What?” You quickly asked. “If you wanted to get in my pants that badly you just have to ask”

Clarisse didn’t enjoy your joke. Giving you a warning glance you smiled finding her attempt to warn you cute. Sliding out of your shorts you sat on the bed, the wound you received from being thrown on the ground causing blood to run down your leg.

It didn’t take long for her to get to work, cleaning the cut and attempting to manage the cut. “Ella started running her mouth about you, calling you names and slurs.“

“And did you win?” She asked. Gripping your thigh she wrapped it in gauze before placing Medical tape on top.

“Yeah” You grinned. Clarisse chuckled a ‘good’. Leaning up she kissed you sweetly, a certain softness she hardly used. Noticing your busted lip she tried to continue to asses you.

“Clarisse stop” sighing you pushed her hand away.

“Your lip can get infected, stop being an ass”

“Im not I Just don’t want you to bother with all of it”

Staring down at clarisse you felt easily intimidated. She had a glare in her eyes that clearly communicated she wasn’t going to back down. “Fine” you grumbled.

You started dating the daughter of ares only a few months ago. Sure on the outside she seemed intimidating and well— cruel. But she wasn’t. Her hands were soft, holding your face with care while she apologized the pain You received as she managed your wounds. She never raised her voice to you, even when she was mad.

Wiping away the dried blood from your nose clarisse pulled you into a short hug. “I don’t want you fighting anymore” she instructed.

“But if someone says something about you I—“

“No you don’t.” Her voice never left an even tone. “I know how I’ve presented my reputation and I fully expect people to talk shit about me. But you can’t risk getting hurt because some smart ass wants to run their mouth”

She was right. Taking one of her hands into your own you gently kissed her knuckles. “I promise to never beat someone’s Ass for talking shit about you again” your sarcastic tone was met with a look from clarisse. Laughing you bent down to kiss her cheek.

“I put up with too much shit for you” she mumbled, reaching across you hand you, your dinner.

“Mm but you love me so it cancels out”

“Yeah it’s a real unfortunate situation.”

Hitting her arm you both laughed. As she sat on your bed, and let you lean on her as you ate, you were happy. Your girlfriend holding you while she talked about her day or the capture the flag victory while you ate dinner made you feel loved, made you feel proud to call her your partner.

[nocturnalrorobin]

Hidden Smile

(Killer x fem! Reader)

@a-killer-obsession, @nethhiri

cw: degradation, p in v sex, oral (reader receiving) , rough sex, mentioning of attempted kidnapping, fuck buddy Heat

Minors DNI

Chapter 1: Uncomfortable

“I can’t believe we’re renovating a room to give to a boar, but here we are.” You shook your head in amusement as Mini grunted from behind shoving you slightly. “Don’t worry girl, I know you are more than just a boar!” You knelt, sharing some nuts with her as a snack. 

“Kid just called, he and the guys will come by with the stuff for Mini’s room later.” Shen entered the room to inform you and was followed by her girlfriend Yin. You loved Yin’s style; she had soft purple hair that she wore in two space buns, she usually wore crop tops and mini skirts, usually in pink, and because her eyes were susceptible to light, she had to wear darkened glasses and her glasses looked more like a futuristic visor. Your second roommate, Shen, also wore crop tops but preferred baggy pants; her hair was long black and white, and she had a huge scar on the right side of her face from a robbery; that's how she met Kid and the boys and, of course, Yin.  

“Are all of them coming?” You turned around to face them. You shifted nervously as you waited for the answer. The girls looked at each other and sighed. 

“Well yeah. You have to get over your thing with Killer. He isn’t a scary guy, give him a chance.” Yin shrugged. Shen embraced her from behind and hummed in agreement. 

“It’s not  easy to trust someone who never shows his face.” You frowned.  

“Don't run away this time though, like a scared kitten.” Shen flicked your forehead. “Anyway, we really should finish up here ladies!” Everyone got back to work, cleaning out the room and finishing up the walls, even Mini helped. The left wall was quickly covered in black except for the middle where a pattern started to take shape. Mini now had her own Pirate flag on the wall because, in another world, she would be a pirate; she huffed proudly through her snout.

You were about to clean out some more when you got a text from work. “Sorry, I gotta go to work and will return in 4ish hours.” You excused yourself, quickly showered, and got ready for work.

“Hey Boss, I came as fast as I could.” you were out of breath. A tall man with maroon hair handed you a cold glass of water. “Sorry for calling you in on such short notice, but both my sisters are sick. I can make all the desserts and donuts, but I need you to serve the customers.” He quickly told you on his way back to the kitchen. You immediately brought your stuff to the staff room and went behind the counter. 

“The shop has been open for 2 hours. Have you been trying to do this by yourself?” You quizzed him while filling up the contents on the counter. 

“I didn’t wanna call you in on your day off, but it was too much.” He sighed from behind the open kitchen window. 

“Ugh Katakuri, you know I don't mind.” You answered with a laugh. Most of the working hours were uneventful, except for the last hour. Customers had been swarming the place and were standing in a queue. You always tried to look at the customers when they placed their orders. If nothing else, it's rude if you don't, but you were so swarmed with orders that you barely had time to breathe. “Hi. Welcome to Katakuri’s delicacies. What can I get you?” You asked the next in line, you didn't look up.

“Uh. Hi. 2 creme brulee, 2 chocolate pudding, 3 Vanilla pudding, and 7 Donuts of your choice. Also, I’m here to pick you up.” A deep baritone voice said nervously because he knew from the start this was the worst idea Kid and Yin had ever had. The moment you heard his voice, you froze. Did he say picking me up? Surely not?! Your thoughts were racing, but you still kept working. You didn’t even pay attention to what donut tastes you put in the bag. 

T-That's 28 Dollars please.” You tried to speak confidently, but your voice betrayed you; it was barely above a whisper. Lucky for you, Killer had a superb hearing. You just couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. It was hard to focus on the last part of your shift, knowing Killer was waiting for you.

“It’s ok, you can go home if you have someone waiting for you. I can handle the rest.” Katakuri smiled at you. He caught a little off guard because you didn’t want to leave yet. You knew why your boss did that, he wanted you to find a good man, he was a bit old-fashioned.

“Thanks, Boss. I know you are just trying to play cupid though.” You smiled when his cheeks dusted with soft pink. “Big old softie you.” You huffed a laugh. Katakuri is by far the most caring boss you ever had. You went to the Staff room and got your backpack. “I’m going now. Bye.” You waved. As you left the dessert shop you saw him leaning against his Harley Davidson. The lower part of his face was covered by a medical facemask, and the upper part was covered by long, unruly bangs. Even Though his eyes were covered you could still feel his icy blue orbs piercing you as he watched you walking over to him. 

“Ready to go?” He peered at you as you came close and shyly nodded in reply.  He handed you a helm and paused for a second. “Have you eaten anything? Do you want us to stop anywhere? We already ate.” Both your hands touched as he asked the question. None of you realized it at first, but after a short moment of awkward silence, you abruptly pulled your hand away.

“S-sorry.” You rubbed the back of your neck. You wanted to just disappear, this was the worst. Killer just sighed he knew this was a bad idea. “I-i will just eat some instant noodles.” You quietly said and put the helm on. 

“Better hold on tight!” He said in a commanding tone as straddled his Harley. You hesitated but wrapped your arms around his waist. The ride took about 15 minutes; during this, you unconsciously nuzzled closer to him. The way his muscles felt under your touch. The truth was you were attracted to Killer, but your trust issues kept you away. As he stopped in front of your house he looked at you for a second. “Tell the others I forgot something at the restaurant and will be back in 10 minutes.” He didn't wait for a response and you went inside.

“Hey, guys. Killer will be here shortly. He forgot something at the restaurant.” You took the donuts and desserts out of your backpack and placed them on the table in the middle of the room. You went upstairs to put your bag away, took a quick shower, and changed into comfy clothes. 

As you went downstairs you felt your heart racing because you figured Killer would be back by now. To your surprise, though, he wasn't, which made you relax; you dropped yourself into your favorite seat: Heat's lap. The two of you had been inseparable since you first met when Yin and Shen moved in. “Get a room you two.” Kid teased. 

“You know it's not like this Kid.” Heat protested with a flushed face. Heat was special to you but neither of you had romantic feelings for each other. Kid was about to tease you both some more when he saw the lights in the driveway. You and Heat sat on the floor with your backs to the door and window so you didn't know. 

“So, Mouse, tell me, why are you so scared of Killer?” He sneered down at you, knowing full well that Killer heard that question as he quietly entered the room behind you. 

You took a deep breath knowing full well everyone wanted to learn the answer. “I'm not scared of Killer, I never have been. I'm quite attracted to him, but his mask just makes me uncomfortable. When I was about 5 years old a masked man tried to kidnap me. He first chased me down an abandoned street next to train tracks, and he took his time because I had such small legs. When I had nowhere left to go he wanted to pick me up, but then my grandfather showed up. So no, I don't feel comfortable around him. “ You finally said it and it was quiet, when suddenly someone that wasn't Heat cleared his throat behind you and handed you a warm glass box. 

“I thought maybe you wanted to eat some proper pasta so I told Thatch to prepare everything for carbonara,” Killer said quietly. You took the food and didn't know what to do; he heard everything you just said while he went out of his way to make your favorite dish. 

You got up without a word, went to the kitchen door, and said a quick “Thanks” to Killer before you left the room.

 You sat alone in your room with your delicious pasta. Heat suddenly entered your room without knocking. “If you were trying to see my tits, you are too late buddy.” You curled up another fork full of spaghetti while Heat took his place behind you. 

“And here I tried to be so sneaky.” He answered playfully. “Are you ok? You seem down.” He looked at you with worry. 

You turned to face him and twirled in your pasta. “Not really down. I just feel like an absolute ass.” You stated. “Is Killer ok?”

“Hmmm. I think he was more taken aback by the fact that you are attracted to him.” Heat chuckled when he saw you trying to hide your face between your knees. You got up after you finished your pasta and placed the empty glass form on your desk. 

As you went back to your bed you saw Heat’s eyes devouring you. He almost looked like a predator hunting its prey. The mattress shifted as you crawled toward him. “By the way you look at me, I’m guessing I don't need the strap on today?” You yanked his hair harshly making him wince, then you licked his cheek before finally your lips found his. He made quick work of your pajamas as well as his clothes. “Someone is in a hurry.” You giggled as he pushed you down on the mattress. His hot lips were traveling over your breasts, his tongue darted in on one of your nipples and circled it before he sucked on it and gently bit it then slowly, as he repeated the pattern on the other breast you moaned and needily grinding your pussy against his hard cock. He continued kissing his way downward to where you desired him the most. At first, he placed soft butterfly kisses on your thighs, as well as leaving little bite marks, then his fingers held open your pussy lips for him as took a long lick up to your clit, finding you were already wet. He sucked on clit and pushed one finger in as there was not much resistance he quickly added a second one, curled them up and he quickly pumped them in and out always hitting that sweet spot deep inside. At the same time, he sucked and licked at your clit and it didn't take long for you to reach your climax.

“Looks like I’m not the only one in a hurry.” Heat peered at you and then smacked your pussy. You arched your back as your body shook from another wave of pleasure while your hands took a tight hold on your sheets. “I know you are just hungry for cock you little cock whore.” Heat tried his best with the degradation, both of you were bottoms, so this part was never easy for either of you. 

“Unnnng Heat just fuck me already.” You pleaded. 

“Get on your knees!” Heat commanded and you obeyed. Heat grabbed you roughly by your hips and started thrusting into you. Loud erotic squelching noises could be heard as your skins slapped together. You came pretty quick but kept going harder. “Be a good girl and give me one more.” He pushed your head down on the mattress and the other found its way to your overstimulated clit. As you felt him twitch inside you it pushed you over the edge. “H-Heeaat.” He released inside you at the same time, thrusting one last time for good measure, and collapsed on top of you. He got up and came back with a damp washing cloth to clean you. “You alright?” He asked worried he went overboard.

“You are so adorable, I'm not made out of glass you know.” You giggled, pulling him in for cuddles. “So tell me how is your app coming along? Can I sign up yet?” Your eyes sparkled at him. The lights in your room were quite low but he could tell. 

“Am I not enough for you?” Heat pouted and pinched your cheeks playfully. “It’s currently in Beta testing select few have access to it, but I would prefer if you would wait until it's officially out, I just don't want you to get hurt. You looked at him with your best puppy eyes. 

“Heat baby. Please?” You kissed his cheek. A defeated sigh could be heard from the kind and softhearted man as you handed him your phone. He installed it and handed it back to you. 

“The app is called Hidden Smile so make sure you don't delete it by accident. There are rules you should follow as well. No pictures or videos that show your face, it’s up to each chat participant when to suggest a meeting, when that happens it will send each of you to Wires dungeon as there are cameras in there. Even if you don’t meet up for sex I still suggest this option. If anyone suggests a different address, we can't protect you and you will do so at your own risk. Understood?” He looked at her seriously, he was not happy about this. 

“Yes ok. I promise I will be careful!” You took his hand and then laid back on his chest. You quickly filled out your profile and uploaded a picture that wasn't too old, before you put your phone away for the night and fell asleep in Heat's arms. 

As you woke up the next morning Heat was already gone, today you could finally relax so the first thing you did was check your phone and see the notification. Spaghetti Massacre has sent you a message.

[cosmic-ships]

Alright, I think anon is going off for a little bit. If you got a (real) issue with me you're gonna have to put on your "big boy pants" so to speak and talk to me like an adult without hiding.

A few things to note:

My blog. I chose how to run it. Multiple people trying to tell me what to do. "Tag this" / "change this" / "add that" / "follow me" / "I follow you. You follow me" <- literally how lol/ "stop making personal posts" / "I thought this was a self ship blog why are you talking about x thing" / "insert anons telling me how to tag my ships" hullo? Pretty sure I can now make a check list titled "anon demands"

Blacklist/filter tags exist. Hell options on tumblr exist for long posts (I tag everything that matters like venting/not self ship/playing video games/writing etc and if a tag doesn't work lemme know!) if you still can't be bothered then just unfollow me if I'm making your experience unpleasant by existing on dash. It's not hard.

Blocking and unfollowing is free if you're incapable of blacklist/unfollowing/using features. You don't need to announce your departure. Just move on if you feel like we aren't vibing yeah might suck if we are close moots but ya know, no hard feelings there are other places to talk to each other if you still wanna connect!

I will not be harassed by people with no faces.

I do not condone s*uicide bait or any type of harm

I do not condone who the fuck ever it is who keeps dogging on my ships.

My job is not to catered specifically for everyone else.

I've sort of had enough of of whoever the hell it is or if there is more than one person. Which is truly unfortunate because a lot of engagement happens when anon is on. Idk if it will be a permanent off or if I will bring it back in the future but it sucks people ruin it for everyone else ya know.

Literally tumblr is about curating your own space it's not up to me to make every single person feel comfortable. Sometimes you gotta do things for yourself.

Sorry if this sounds super bitchy but I'm tired. I have a lot of really shitty things happening irl which a good majority of you know and this is suppose to be my happy little escape place and everyone is doing a great job of stressing me out more (everyone as in the weird demanding anons, not the nice people ilu!)

I just wanna love on my f/os and have a nice time talking with my lovely mutuals and rbing stuff

So yes this is a very long winded "I'm turning anon off" but I wanted to say why I'm doing it.

Don't reblog // keeping option on for queue

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Lost & Found

(3-3)

Previous | Next

Short story # 20

Gif NOT mine.

Summary - Reunited with the loves of their lives once more, (Y/n) and Frank both feel as if they are made whole once more. And now finally alone they can embrace the way lonely lovers ought to.

Year posted - 2024

Rating - NSFW

Reading time (roughly) - 11 minutes

This one originally got posted by mistake because my queue is an asshole and doesn't want to work right. It was supposed to post the second one... I had this one scheduled for December so it wouldn't post this one, and it posted it anyways! 😤

"I can't believe you came." (Y/n) breathed into Frank's neck, the pair of them having moved from the broken table, to cuddle on the couch instead. "Of course I came, why wouldn't I come to you." He murmured softly, his arm tightening around her waist. "I mean... This isn't your universe." She pointed out, leaning up to look at him. "And I'm not technically the (Y/n) you knew." She added, her fingers idly tracing patterns against his sternum. "Maybe not, but your still the love of my life. I'll love you in every life, and in every universe." He promised before tugging her down for a kiss. "I'm happy to take things slow if you want." He added after they parted. "Take you out on a few dates, get to know you in this life." He smiled warmly at her, adoring the raw emotion that swirled in the pools of her eyes. "I'd like that... But I don't think I can be patient enough." (Y/n) hummed with a grin, her fingers slowly tracing down his chest and abdomen. "Well we could always save the dates for another day sweetheart." Frank said with a faint smirk, swallowing thickly when (Y/n)'s fingers hooked into the waistband of his pants. "Yeah I think I like that idea more." She hummed as her fingers ran along the edge of his waistband, a smile stretched across her face at the sight of his pupils widening with desire.

"I think I do to." Frank whispered softly, his hand idly traced up and down her side. "We should move to the bedroom, this couch isn't exactly sturdy." (Y/n) said with a soft laugh, afterwards sitting up and straddling his hips in order to climb off the couch. But before she could move to stand up, Frank took a hold of her hips, keeping her right where he wanted her. "I don't know breaking the couch might be kinda fun." Frank said with a small laugh, pulling her down to grind her against his bulge. (Y/n) giggled as she willingly grinded down against him. "While that does sound fun, I ain't payin for a new couch baby." She leaned down, pecking his lips softly. "Come on handsome." She encouraged as she pulled out of his hold, standing up she turned a wiggled her hips to taunt him. Without missing a beat Frank jumped up from the couch, and swept (Y/n) up into his arms, smiling at the excited squeal that escaped his lover. "God I've missed you." He breathed out before kissing her. "After you left the Void, it felt like a part of me died." He rest his forehead against hers as he walked her to the bedroom.

"You looked so beautiful fighting to get to Nova, fighting to help your friend." He smiled warmly at her. "And seeing you dressed up in all that body armor, you've never looked more sexy." Frank said before shooting her a wink. "I was thinking the same thing handsome." (Y/n) grinned at him, a giggle bubbling up from her throat, when Frank practically kicked open her bedroom door. "You never saw me in uniform in this universe?" He asked as he kicked the door shut behind them. "I was the soldier sweetheart, you were the stay at home dad." (Y/n) hummed with a dreamy smile, thinking back on better days. "You were the stay at home mom, you always hated when I had to leave for work." He chuckled softly, gently setting her down on the plush bed. "You always tried convincing me to retire early." (Y/n) said with amusement in her voice. "Now we have all the time in the world to make up for the time we've lost." Frank said as he joined her on the bed, hovering over her he braced himself on his arms. "I don't think it'll ever be enough." (Y/n) hummed softly before pulling him down for a kiss. When their lips met, it was like the first time all over again. They felt sparks and a passion they had both forgotten long ago. Frank's tongue swiped across (Y/n)'s bottom lip, and she granted him access without hesitation. A moan rose from her throat as her lips parted, a warmth blooming within her chest, at the feeling of Frank's tongue caressing her own.

(Y/n)'s hands traced down his back, then dipped under his shirt, tugging at it to get him to remove it. Frank pulled away from the kiss, stripping off his shirt he tossed it aside carelessly. Sitting up (Y/n) followed his lead, slipping off her shirt, and bra with a calmness that made his heart swell. Quietly they each removed every last piece of clothing, smiling at eachother and stealing the occasional kiss. Once completely stripped down (Y/n) lay back on her bed, observing Frank with a smile as he moved to lay directly beside her on his side. Leaning his upper half over her he pulled her into a passionate kiss, his fingers trailing slowly down her body. His fingertips hesitated at the peak of her pelvis, silently asking for her permission to continue. (Y/n) rocked her hips up, moaning into her husband's mouth, begging him to continue. Frank didn't need to be told twice, greedily tracing down her mound, his fingers teasing her outer lips. A groan rumbled in his throat, as his tongue dominated the kiss, exploring all that he had missed for so long. "Please Frank." (Y/n) whispered against his mouth, her hips bucking to find any source of friction, her sex throbbing with a once forgotten need. He chuckled softly against her, kissing her again as he parted her outer lips, his thumb brushing her clit masterfully. Happily he swallowed (Y/n)'s whimper of pleasure, and he became greedy to hear more, so he breached her hole with his middle finger. "Fuck." She murmured softly into the kiss, loving the torturously slow pace he set, to get her accustomed to him again.

Her moisture dripped down his knuckles and onto the bed. Frank chuckled as he pulled back from the kiss, just enough to look deep into her eyes. "You're damn near as wet as when we first made love." He stated in a soft loving tone, his head turning to observe how his finger sunk in and out of her heat. "Frank." She puffed in a whine, her eyes closing and her head falling back. "Please." She begged, her breath hitching when he easily sunk in a second finger. "I've got you baby." He cooed softly, looking back to her he nudged her jaw with his nose, smiling when she opened her eyes. "There's my girl." Frank hummed before kissing her cheek. "Look at how well you're taking my fingers." He instructed, his own eyes casting down once more. (Y/n) raised her head, then pushed herself up onto her elbows, moaning at the sight of her husband fingering her pussy. "I think I can fit another one in." He mused, lightly brushing her stretched cunt with a third finger, making her shudder. "How about we skip the rest of the foreplay, and you just fuck me already." (Y/n) challenged, smirking at the look of raw hunger that washed over her husband's handsome face. "If that's what the lady wishes." Frank hummed as he eased his fingers out of her sex, loving the look swirling within her eyes. "It is." She giggled as he placed himself between her spread thighs. "You sure you're ready?" Frank asked, teasingly brushing the bulbous head of his cock along her slit, tapping at her clit once he reached it. "Fuck yes I'm ready, please Frank I've waited too long for this, for you." (Y/n) said as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers toying with the hair at the back of his neck. "I love you." He murmured with a lovesick smile, notching the head of his cock into her weeping hole before she could respond. "Lo-love you too." She stammered as he sank inch after glorious inch into her heat.

A groan of pleasure rumbled in Frank's chest as he bottomed out in her, her pulsing wet walls like heaven. "Fuck I missed you." He admitted as he slowly pulled back, rocking back into her at a steady pace, while her fingers clutched at his shoulders for dear life. Their breaths mixed as they panted and huffed for air, lost in the feeling of eachother after being separated for so long. The bed squeaked as Frank adjusted himself, so he could wrap an arm around (Y/n)'s waist, and pull her flush against his chest. Sweat began to build up along Frank's spine, the bedroom feeling hot and stuffy, now with the combined smell of sex and sweat. And in a way, it was divine. Two lovers, who'd lost eachother, gone down dark and twisted paths, now reunited once more. All of that pain and anger washing away with every kiss, every caress, and every snap of Frank's hips. "God I've missed you." (Y/n) huffed, before pulling her husband down for a searing kiss, her hips grinding to meet each of his thrusts in perfect rhythm. When they parted for air, a small string of saliva connected their lips. "I don't know how long I'll last, it's been." Frank grunted, as his cock twitched within (Y/n)'s heat. "Been too long." He concluded, and his wife simply hummed in agreement. He laid her back against the bed, to put just enough space between them, so he could rub at her swollen clit. The touch had her mind reeling in pleasure, and she locked her ankles around Frank's slim hips, keeping him within her where she needed him most. "I'm gonna-" Her voice cut off with a whine, her eyes falling closed as the coil in her lower belly tightened almost painfully.

"Let go baby, I'm right behind you." Frank encouraged her, moaning at the feeling of her walls clenching down on him, when she reached her peak. A cry of pleasure died in her throat, and her head pushed back into the pillows. Euphoria washing over her in hot waves, making her muscles twitch, and her mind go fuzzy. As she neared the highest point of her peak, Frank's cock twitched and pulsed before painting her walls white. His thrusts became short and erratic in tempo, drawing out both of their peaks, until it became too much for the both of them. "Fuck." He panted as he stilled within her, looking down at her with adoration and longing. (Y/n) smiled up at him, tracing his jawline with her fingers, her heart feeling full and warm once more. "Don't go anywhere." Frank murmured before slowly pulling out of her sex, both of them hissing at the sensation it caused. "Okay." (Y/n) agreed while he climbed out of bed, watching as he walked out of the room and into the hall. Closing her eyes she lay her head back and simply basked in the afterglow, waiting patently for her love to come back to her. And when she felt a warm wet towel brush gently across her sensitive pussy, she shuddered and opened her eyes. Smiling at Frank who cleaned her up with practiced hands, and then kissed her softly when he was finished. "I brought you some water." He pointed to the glass on her nightstand. "Thank you." (Y/n) hummed as she grabbed the offered drink, overjoyed to find it was cold enough to cool her down a bit. Once he had disposed of the now dirty towel, Frank crawled back into bed with his awaiting wife. Both of them laying on their sides, facing one another. "No one will ever take you away from me again." Frank murmured softly, as their legs tangled together. "Likewise." (Y/n) agreed with a smile, wrapping her arms around his middle, she closed the small space between them, pressing against eachother in a lovers embrace.

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[skylarinfinity]

God… giving (AGED UP) Peter, Steve, Bucky, and tony the BEST head of their lives (as a male reader)

author notes so uh this is not a smut more like their reaction after that, i want to write full smut but english not my first language so it's hard to write full story even for incorrect quotes i have make so many grammar mistakes so yeah... hope this okay?

peter: [blushing hard] um- uh thank you?

m/n: [snort] you're welcome?

peter: [blushing harder] if you want i can try do the same for you?

m/n: [smile and shake his head] oh not yet, i'm not finish with you yet [wink]

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steve: [panting] that- that was amazing...

m/n: [lick his lip] well thank you-

steve: [kiss m/n] do you want to me repay?

m/n: [shrugs] is okay if you don't want to-

steve: [whisper] i want to but you need to guide me~

m/n: [smirking and whisper to steve ear] get on your knees babe~

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bucky: fuck [keep repeating the same word over and over again]

m/n: [stand up and go to the bathroom] is that good enough for you?

bucky: [still in daze] that- that's the best sex i ever had in my life...

m/n: [leaning against the bathroom door] if you call me giving you a head “sex” than oh boy this is going to be exciting! [toss couple condom to bucky]

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tony: [grinning like an idiot] fuck! that the best one you ever do yet-

m/n: [in serious tone] get on all four and arse up now.

tony: [panicking] wait what? i thought- i'm the top for tonight?

m/n: it's either you listen to me or i stop no-

tony: [immediately got in all four] please don't stop...

m/n: [smirking] good boy, don't worry you get to have your fun after this one [kiss tony head] i promise.

another author notes

1. i always see m/n as a switch, dom bottom and top so don't expect me to do bottom behaviour so much...

2. i thinking put all the requests on the queue like the rest incorrect quotes so it's make my life a bit easier (i have queue until 29 july) so if your request not come up yet because i put it on the queue...

3. if you want me to tag you just comment or dm me but it will not update until 29 july because i already have blogs on queue and i don't really want to go edit all the blog's just to added new tag 🤷🏼

tags lists @sonicqaulan @graysonfriggason @thebettermaximofftwins @sloanalistair @acienthazard @starlinggoldeneyes @ortegaolsen @wednesdaywanda @sandwichmarvel @gardenofmarvel @wanda-cabin-natasha-jacket

[supervillain-smut]

Hi babydoll! Ngl, I don't have all that much for this request. Can I get some sleepy morning sex with mansk? Please?

-☠️

FUCK YEAH FINALLY A MANSK REQUEST LEMME JUST-- *FUCKING EATS IT NOM NOM NOM* Anyways, I'm normal now, enjoy~

Mansk awoke slowly, his eyelashes fluttering as he slowly and reluctantly opened his eyes, feeling the heat of your body pressed against him. He wrapped his arms tighter around your torso and buried his face in your neck, inhaling deeply. Your scent was intoxicating to him, as always, but something was different about it this morning; it awoke something in him.

He groaned as you wiggled further into him, bringing everything closer as he felt his arousal ignite. His cock, currently tucked away into his body for protection, twitched. He placed soft kisses on your shoulder and neck, only for you to hum tiredly and wrap your tail around his leg as his began to swish impatiently under the covers. Your tail pulled his leg towards you, making him nearly cover your body with his as his member hardened.

"Baby girl, wake up." He whispered softly, his voice low and scratchy from sleep, as he attempted to jostle you lightly awake. You groaned and stretched, pushing your ass further into him and Mansk had to stifle his own groan.

"What's wrong?" You asked with a yawn as he tucked his head into your neck. "You're making me really horny, and I need you to either stop it or tell me to keep going." You looked over your shoulder at him flustered at first, then grinned mischievously as you pressed yourself impossibly further into him, ensuring to wiggle your ass for good measure as he chuckled, and presented him your queue.

"I'm fine where I am, thank you. I don't mind if you continue." You spoke matter-of-factly as you lay back down on your side. Mansk chuckled lowly and began grinding into you as his cock slowly worked its way out of its slit. He continued to pepper you with kisses and small bites, connecting your queues as both of your eyes dilated from the intimate connection and lust.

He stopped once he was at full mast, gently pressing on your shoulder to coerce you to flip onto your stomach, which you happily did, presenting your ass to him, and he groaned in appreciation. You were already so wet and ready for him, your body was more than capable of taking him, but even still he was slow and patient, running himself along your folds, lubricating himself before slowly delving into your welcoming heat as he moaned, his ears folded down in concentration.

He began slowly thrusting as you mewled and wiggled under him, and he placed a hand on your hip to steady you. "Mansk, god, faster, harder, please!" You begged him, and he placed a kiss on your shoulder blade before responding. "Anything for my girl." Was the last thing you heard before he pressed his weight down on you, caging you under him as his hips pistoned into you with everything he had, his tail wildly swaying left and right as yours tensed and kept itself to the side.

Mansk's noises got louder and more desperate as you both neared your climax, his hands like vices, teeth bared, until he couldn't hold back biting down onto your shoulder as he came with an animalistic growl, you right along with him, echoing his noises with your own.

He dug his feet into the mattress attempting to penetrate even deeper as he emptied himself into you, panting heavily. He finally released every hold he had on you, his hands massaging circles into your flesh as his tongue laved over any bite marks as you sighed contentedly.

It was all interrupted by the blaring alarms for all of the recoms to gather up for a pep talk from the Colonel.

[getsojaded]

downtown lovers i — it won’t always be like this || calum hood

a/n: ok so. i originally wrote this out of my ass while listening to inhaler (shout-out inhalersos fans) and as i kept writing i decided to make this like an open series where i just write abt little downtown adventures and honestly i don’t know how this is gonna play out LMFAO cause it’s like not exactly a series but at the same time it kind of is??? like those stand alone books that you don’t have to read in order to understand but you still can for the experience???? dude idk what im saying anymore just roll w it i hope u guys like it

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the cool, evening breeze of downtown seattle brushed against melanie's legs as she stood in the queue of the music venue alongside many others, waiting until the doors opened for the band that would be performing that night, inhaler.

she switched between scrolling through different apps on her phone and eavesdropping on various conversations made by people surrounding her, hearing "i'm so excited to see josh jenkinson!" one too many times, trying to find ways to make the time pass a little bit faster.

this was her first concert that she'd be attending alone, and needless to say, the social anxiety was catching up to her. she'd been so used to having at least one friend accompany her to the hundreds of concerts she'd gone to, and she was under the impression that she wouldn't be attending this one alone...

until her friend cancelled last minute on her. which, was bummed her out an extreme amount.

however, the show was the next day and she absolutely did not want to scramble around on twitter and instagram, trying to find people who would want to buy her ticket last minute. so here she was, standing alone in a crowd of grouped-together people. and god, was she feeling anxious.

lost in her own intrusive thoughts, she even failed to realize that the man lining up behind here in the queue was alone as well.

she turned to her side, leaning her back against the brick wall of the venue and closing her eyes, taking a deep sigh as an attempt to calm herself down.

"hey, you okay?" a deep, accent-laced voice filled her ears. her eyes opened and she looked to her left side, making eye contact with a tall, tan skinned man. her eyes quickly scanned him, immediately noticing how fucking attractive he was. dark, curly hair that was on the verge of forming a mullet, a black supreme tee-shirt that exposed his multiple tattoos on his arms and accentuated his muscles, straight black leg dress pants and black docs. with a leather jacket in one hand, his phone and an unlit cigarette in the other.

god, he was hot. really fucking hot.

"oh yeah, i'm alright. just getting tired, 's all," she responds, trying to sound as collected as possible. "you're lookin' a little stressed there, love." he responds, assuming that the rosy shade appearing on her cheeks was from the cold air and not the use of his pet name, to which that assumption was flat out wrong.

"i'm okay. was just a bad choice of footwear for a concert. did it to myself," she fibs, letting out a light laugh as he takes notice of her black boots, then analyzing the rest of her outfit. a basic, black silk dress that was underneath an oversized leather jacket. "at least you look beautiful," he tells her. "you here alone?"

"thank you," she sheepishly smiles up at him. "yeah, i'm here alone, my first one, too."

"ahh, that's why you're lookin' so shaken up." he replies, letting out a light laugh. "don't worry, going to these by yourself are a piece of cake. definitely needs some getting used to, but afterwards it feels like nothin'." he reassures her, reaching in his jacket pocket for a lighter. "what's your name?"

"my name is melanie, and yours?"

"beautiful name for a beautiful girl. i'm calum."

"pretty name for a pretty boy. by the way, are you always this flirty?" she asks him, resulting in light chuckles from the both of them. "no, not always. only when pretty girls are lined up alone in front of me for inhaler." he says, melanie rolling her eyes and smiling in response.

"well, calum, i'm not lining up alone anymore. i'm lining up with you, now." she states, a big grin appearing on calum's face afterwards. "glad to be waiting with you."

they're standing in line for a little over 45 minutes, the conversation flowing exceptionally easily as they got to know each other. melanie's found out that he had also been in a band for a brief amount of time when he was younger, ultimately deciding to part ways but staying best friends with his bandmates. calum found out that melanie had just moved to the city as a result of a new job opportunity, originally living on the east coast just a few months before. with all the free time on calum's hands, he decided to spend some time in the city, having always admired how beautiful it is, yet never having enough time to adventure around it while he was around on tour.

"you're gonna have to play me some songs of yours, wanna compare you to bobby now," she jokes around at that last bit, referring to inhaler's bassist, robert keating, after finding out that calum was the bassist in his band as well. "i'd rock his shit, just saying." he responds, melanie laughing at his sudden defensiveness.

more giggles and continuing of conversations let the time pass by so much quicker than melanie had felt that they did before, and the next thing you know, the pair were standing beside each other while the general admission crowd were waiting for the anticipated band to come out.

despite choosing comfort and deciding not to camp out for long hours outside of the venue for the show, they had still made it to the second row on bobby's side of the stage. "looks like i'll be comparing you two for the entirety of the show," melanie giggles, calum nudging her slightly in response to her joke, "shut up. i'm showing you our songs the minute we get out of this place."

next thing you know, the lights dim and the four band members appear on stage, instruments, opening the show with it won't always be like this. the crowd roars and cheers, singing along to the band in front of them, hands waving around and feet jumping in all sorts of directions.

though melanie has some extra height with her uncomfortable leather boots on, her petite hight is on her bad side today, coming to the realization that she can't see very much due to the tall people standing in front of her.

halfway during the second song, calum takes notice of the way she's attempting to crane her neck up, still having a smile on her face as she enjoys the show. he breaks the touch barrier between them, softly grabbing her by the waist. melanie jumps slightly at the initial touch, but then loosens up at the realization of calum gesturing her to stand in front of him so that she could see better. it would benefit her anyways, and since cal was at least a foot taller than her, it wouldn't affect him that much – at all, really.

calum’s hands don’t leave melanie’s sides for the entirety of the concert. and as they’re exiting the venue and walking down the crowded streets at midnight, his arm is still wrapped around her as they stroll together.

“you know, you made this concert a lot more enjoyable,” she says softly, smiling up at the tall man beside her. “glad to hear. the exact same goes for you as well.” calum responds. “are you doing anything now?”

“if i would, i still wouldn’t be walking with you to no destination in particular,” she giggles, turning to him and stopping them from walking. “why? what did you have in mind?”

“i’m not entirely sure if this is too forward considering we met maybe 3 hours ago,” he starts, grinning. “but i’d love to get to know you better. preferably not in a concert queue. if you were willing to, would you wanna grab a drink or two with me?”

“hmmm, i’m gonna have to think about it,” melanie puts her hand on her chin, walking away from a calum with his jaw to the ground, laughing as he chases after her.

once he’s within reach of her shoulders, he turns her around, big smiles planted on both their faces.

“yes calum. i’d love to spend more time with you.”

[finniestoncrane]

How do the riddlers feel about wearing lingerie?

Riddlers & Lingerie

Riddler Headcanons gosh i am so glad two people were thirsty for this because then i could justify moving it up the queue lmao, thank you for requesting and thank you anon for being so sweet and nice and thank you both for letting me spend my time thinking about these idiots in tiny pieces of clothing ;-; 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: suggestive stuff, lingerie etc.

telltale

ok i see him going all out on a rocky horror inspired outfit, basque, fishnets, heels. he's a jazzy guy, i don't see him shying away from feeling his absolute sexiest and he's exactly the kind of freak (pos.) who loved rhps when it came out and goes to see it all the time when it comes around, theatre and cinema, and he dresses up for that so he already has the outfit (plus frank's wig) ready to go in that box up the back of the cupboard that he won't let you look in

unburied

there is only one specific circumstance that he'll wear lingerie. if you promise to be nice and promise to be gentle, he will absolutely wear some stockings and suspenders provided that he is going to be bent over and absolutely railed with them on. rip them, pull at them, make him feel so pretty while you use him

capullo

i don't see him willing to wear any kind of "female" underwear, because his ego and masculinity are too fragile for that BUT he wears thongs on a daily basis. like not just teeny tiny "male" underwear, full on thongs because they make his butt look better in his suit pants. his favourite ones are the silk purple ones and the neon green leopard print ones he bought as a "joke"

young justice

ok so while i don't see him going out of his way to wear lingerie, i don't think he'd be adverse to it either. especially not if his s/o was asking him to. but also, sometimes, if he gets bored of his modern interpretation of the classic riddler getup, he does don some bright green or purple tights just to see how it would feel if he went for a more 'campy' and classic look. and he likes how they feel against his skin

gotham

i will scream this from the high heavens over and over again but he freakin loves leather, latex, pvc all those textures. a dress, shorts, a vest, a jumpsuit, gloves, stockings, boots, panties, whatever you name if it's in one of the above textures he'll put it on and he'll get just as hard feeling it against his own skin as he does watching someone else wear it

arkham

yeah not going to happen. mostly because he 100% just doesn't wear underwear? it's pointless. you just end up with more to wash. better to hang free for the ease of movement and swift access for...other reasons. if he was going to pick anything, he could swap his vest out for a fishnet one, but only if you do a good job convincing him

dano

absolutely game for it, loves it, wants it more than you do because he knows how cute he looks in it. babydolls always, especially if they're silky and have fluff on the bottom. and he is down for a corset, fishnets and animal ears. he can be a little bunny or a dreamy catboy whatever you want, just let him know, seriously

twojar

he's more into the 'completely naked' look if he's going to pick anything, what's the point in putting something on that he's just going to take off? he will wear your underwear though if you want, including lacier ones or thongs. only if you swap and wear his though. and only if you don't wash yours first