#comin out of my cage

[bulldog-butch]

i can be an animal for you 🐆

#how the hell do i still have tan lines??? #i don’t think ive been out in the sun with a sports bra since october #comin’ outta my cage #i’m contractually obligated to take pics in my new underwear as soon as they come

[six-demon-bag]

Reverb

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Helmut Zemo

Summary: Bucky discovers he can feel Zemo’s pain. More dangerously for his sanity, he can feel Zemo’s pleasure.

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Nebulous Zemo Parole Universe | Helmut Zemo Paroled from the Raft, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Telepathic Sex, Masturbation, Orgasm Denial, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Anal Sex, Exhibitionism, Dubious Mirror Physics, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Word count: 5017

Link: Reverb

Excerpt:

He cleans himself up and the rug as best as he can. He adjusts his clothes and pretends he hadn’t just gotten fingerfucked to tears by nothing and pulls his door open. He nearly walks into Zemo, fresh from a shower based on the wet hair and slightly open bathrobe. Zemo smiles at him absently, his cheeks pinkened and dark eyes lazy with satisfaction. Bucky’s too lost in his post-orgasm haze to do anything but unsteadily follow Zemo into the kitchen where his cold coffee is waiting.

#winterbaron #pwp #comin out of my cage to deliver pwp #and then going back in #sixdemon fic

[nervouscrusadecandy]

The Blue by Gracie Abrams is so Johnshi coded

#johnny cage x takahashi kenshi #johnshi #kenshi takahashi x johnny cage #“You live in Hollywood- you are half an hour from me- your reputation 's good- i hope we've got a lot in common” #“i kinda think you should- just drop it all and call me- you tell me on the phone- you really want to meet my family ” #“you talk about your dad- he used to get so angry- he'd scare you and your brother” #“you came out of the blue like that- i never could've seen you comin” #like cmon #gracie abrams #song lyrics

[benbamboozled]

Cheating bc we've talked about it but I love hearing you rant so: brujay!

Do I ship it??? Do I Ship it??? We’re INVOLVED.

1. What made you ship it?

2. What are your favourite things about the ship?

Oh god where do I even begin????

The history.

The tragedy.

The FEELINGS.

I just love how Jason and Bruce are so entangled in each other. I love how NOTHING about them is healthy but also like…there is a core of softness because they both just WANT to be with the other SO MUCH. (As seen in their respective Cheer hallucinations…I will seriously never get over this I will be 124 years old sitting in my Mad Max motorcycle-sidecar screaming to my whippersnapper companion as we drive through the post-apocalyptic desert wastelands, “AND SEE THEIR PERFECT WORLD IS THE CHANCE TO FIND SATISFACTION WITH EACH OTHER!!!!”)

Like I don’t even mean it specifically in a shippy way, they just get SO MESSED UP about each other.

I mean…when Jason died, Bruce genuinely tried to kill the Joker and then did a “kill myself (with extra steps for plausible deniability)” speedrun.

When Bruce “died,” Jason decided to Be Batman—complete with attempting to recruit a Robin! And also went on a miiiinor fratricidal rampage. Just a little one.

So, you know…they’re super normal about each other is what I’m saying.

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on this ship?

I’m not really into the “Bruce realizes the error of his ways and that he was mean to Jason and idk maybe is cool with Jason killing or w/e” genre of fics. I understand why people like them, but one of the things I find so compelling with Bruce and Jason is how they so consistently attract and repel each other.

And, like, as a Bruce-stan (although it may not seem like it)…I don’t want him to be okay with killing. And like, yeah, I know he’s gone all sorts of ways in canon wrt his code…but I like him having a line he won’t cross and I like him holding to that line for the heroes in his city.

(Oh yeah and that might be an unpopular opinion wrt Ghostbat in that I don’t like Bruce being all “it’s whatevs girly!” when it comes to Khoa killing people.)

And like…OBVIOUSLY I don’t want Jason to give up killing people (as I have made…uh…abundantly clear in the past lol), so honestly my ideal Bruce&Jason dynamic would be one where they’ll have each other’s backs when the shit hits the fan but they are still, on the books, enemies.

So Batman will still foil Red Hood’s Crime Lord plots…but it would take too much time and too many resources to SOLELY take down the Red Hood.

And Red Hood’s still going to be Crime Lord-ing away…but he’s not going to specifically target the Bats. (Anymore.)

(And then also they have scream-fights and “I need you too much to let you go even though that would probably be objectively better for both of us” sex.)

(Grab the ship game here and feel free to ask more questions!)

Sources are (roughly in the order I used them)

Batman #645

Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #100

Batman #629

Batman #646

Batman #647

Batman: Urban Legends #6

#ask answered #comic pages #comic panels #comic edits #did some light panel editing so that I can add all the bits I wanted. #comin out of my cage with big ‘cancel me daddy’ energy!!! #seriously though these two…gosh.

[goldkirk]

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#comin out of my cage and I’ve been doing. surprisingly fine bc no emotions #just ‘is this COVID or am I paranoid and experiencing physical symptoms from how much I am not feeling emotions about family things’ #shoutout to [redacted] for tossing some common sense and logic at m earlier about that #anyway briefly let myself have hope and immediately got hit with a grand piano falling out a window a couple days later #but you know what kids? that’s NOT a sign I should just always stay on guard forever #it means it wasn’t wrong of me to try to not be totally in the past and hyper vigilance #and just because I did get blindsided again by. a pretty significant bad development ngl. #it doesn’t mean it has to end MY world right now #and it doesn’t mean I should go totally into hiding again #it means I hung on to 2% of a lifeline this time instead of 0% #and that I am going to get good practice developing brain pathways that lead to healthy and better feeling rebounds #instead of direct trapdoors to draining or damaging behaviors #will I for sure not spiral or fall off a cliff in the near future? no. but every hour and day that passes before I do is incredibly powerful #brain rewiring ftw #shifting focus to making as safe and well-cushioned a place for my nephews and nieces to land when they make it out and need to run #and to evaluating how it feels to have boundaries forming out of the fog #personal #shh katie

[qeyond]

friend asked for sloppy wet L and i wanna know if its okay to draw him line drying like this? today on this day?

#also not ignoring my other asks i promise i just thought of this and i have to run with it #qeyond sucks #death note #his human washing machine malfunctioned and he came out of the deep water wash soaked #i know this from experience as my comfort blankets came out of the wash the other day weighing a ton of bricks #it was very sad for me at 10pm but i fixed it dont worry :)) #also i dont subscribe to bible so dont quote me for any inacuracies cuz idk and idc <3 #happy comin out of my cage and doing just fine day #q art

[moinsbienquekaworu]

Looked for love songs and the impactful ones were all sad/about break-ups/relationships that aren't doing well, or for some that's what I associate them with. Sous les brûlures by Mlle K, Mr Brightside, Comme d'habitude, Dis quand reviendras-tu, those are Not about being happy in love with good relationships. Also honourable mention to Mon père était tellement de gauche, which isn't a romantic love song but about the singer's dad ("My father was so left-wing") and it's absolutely about loving his dad. Let me tell you those last lines, Mon père était tellement de gauche que quand il est parti la gauche est partie avec lui (he was so left-wing when he passed the left went with him) hit so hard as someone who loves her left-wing dad and cries if she thinks about her parents dying more than in passing. Like it's not romantic but that's love dude, that's love! Loving your dad so much, joking about him being super left-wing (when the wall fell he went and bought bricks etc) and then ending it on a serious note and I just - love song in my heart if not in technical romantic terms. That's the aro what do you want.

#sous les brûlures is such a break-up song i love it #mr brightside was a 'break-up' song for me too #when i was out of my shitty abusive relationship with That Guy #'comin out of my cage and i've been doing just fine'? #yeah you bet 15 yo me just out of a terrible relationship was singing that #comme d'habitude ('as usual') is about the bad kind of routine in a couple #as usual i'll get up as usual i'll try not to wake you up as usual i'll go to work #as usual i'll have more fun there than i've had at home in years #as usual i'll get back as usual we'll have lukewarm sex as usual we'll get to sleep #a mood. #dis quand reviendras-tu is about a man who isn't there enough #and though she loves him if he doesn't come back she'll make their time together her best memories #the lyrics are absolutely excellent #beloved songs all of them #wow i have a ramble tag now

[abcjxyzyeo]

Mr Brightside.

summary; Ever since you joined the gaang, Zuko had kept his eye on you. Even tho he hasn't officially joined your team, he thought you were kind, sweet, and good looking. But unfortunately for him, his mind tormented him with thoughts of you and Sokka, assuming you two were a couple. When he finally joined, he tried to make a move but yet it only confirmed his fears. Until...

Pairing; Zuko x afab!Reader(romantic) , Sokka x afab!Reader(platonic)

AN; !!!!! first post !!!!! Kinda nervy writing this cuz it's my first time writing something but I been on my avatar shiiii so yk I gotta do what I gotta do !! Anyways yea this is like kinda sorta based on Mr. Brightside by The Killers but it's also like not ?? And again it's my first time writing so the plot and dialogue and everything abt it is def messy and possibly rushed but pshh enjoy !! And also not to be a lil spoiler but ofc Zuko and y/n get together in the end 😘😘😘

Warning; Angst(???), F!reader(mentioned !!), sex and sexual implications(???) idfk 😭😭😭

Zuko paced back and forth, unsure what to do. You were the only thing on his mind, it bothered him and he had to do something about it. But yet ever since that day when you two first met, Zuko couldn't let go of the fact you were probably Sokka's girl. But he couldn't let go of your kindness, you sat and cried next to his uncle that had just been struck with lightning. But obviously, his emotions getting the better of him, he shot fire at you and Katara. He watched as Sokka grabbed your hand and waist pulling you up and running away. But eventually when he had gathered all his courage(which took a while) and his strength he walked up to you.

Comin' out of my cage and I been doin' just fine Gotta, gotta be down because I want it all

"Hey y/n." he grimly uttered

"Zuko! Hey! Why so down? Did someone die?" you chuckled to yourself

"Uh n-no. I was just wond-"

Just when he was about to admit his feelings, here came the killer of all his courage. Strutting with intensifying ego. Sokka. With widened eyes, Zuko stared as Sokka scooped you up and twirled you around. Wrapping your beautiful arms around his neck and burying your head with them. Zuko looked down and saw his hands firmly carry you while holding your ass. A twinge of pain and jealousy struck his intestines hard and fierce.

"What's on your mind?" You said with immense joy in your voice, but yet not looking Zuko in the eyes. Your attention now only focused on Sokka staring into his dazzling eyes.

"Uh, can I talk to you.. alone." Staring dejectedly at Sokka, and he simply shrugs, setting y/n down and walking away.

Zuko can tell you are obviously annoyed, and it worries him. Maybe he isn't wrong and you and Sokka are a thing, his palms start to become slick with sweat and he lets out an exasperated sigh with a low flame following.

It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this? It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss

You watch as Zuko walks intensely closer, invading all your personal space. It wasn't a problem with you but it was definitely confusing. Zuko opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out. Letting out a groan of frustration, he made a quick fast move. Grabbing the back of your neck and the small of your back, pulling you in and landing his lips on yours. At first for one mere second you found yourself kissing him back for a second, but when you came to your senses you pushed him off. Zuko falling flat on his butt and looking up at you with hurt in his eyes.

"Zuko what the hell?" You yell trying to shake off the weird feeling in your gut

"Y/n I'm sorry!" He tries to yell while you turn and run towards Sokka, great, you just kissed some guys girlfriend, he thought. "Ugh, I can't believe how stupid I am!" pitiful tears welled up in his eyes before he violently wiped them before they could even think of spilling out of his delicate eyes, god that was embarrassing. He got up and threw himself in his tent to try and take a nap to even forget what he did.

Now I'm fallin' asleep and she's callin' a cab While he's havin' a smoke and she's takin' a drag Now they're goin' to bed and my stomach is sick And it's all in my head

Zuko throws the sheets off of him, sitting up in a cold sweat. He wipes the sweat off the back of his neck.

"Shit," he utters

He kept having weird dreams about you and Sokka, as if he was looking right at you two, having to watch a repeating nightmare of the girl of his dreams get taken by another guy. He lays his head back down and closes his eyes. Clutching his stomach that's tied in all forms of tight painful knots making his throat slick with spit. Maybe if he just thought of anything else he would have some form of nice sleep.

But she's touchin' his chest now He takes off her dress now Let me go And I just can't look, it's killin' me And takin' control

Zuko was having yet another horrid nightmare, but it felt all too real. He had left his tent and made his way to yours to apologize for stepping over lines. Weird noises, smells, and heats emitted from your tent though. He grabbed the curtain and pulled it up, horrified at the scene in front of him. A topless Sokka laid over you on the ground, he was carefully stripping you of all your clothes. You looking over and making straight eye contact with Zuko as Sokka slides himself in.

Zuko shoots his upper body up covering his eyes and yelling. Softly opening up his eyes he realizes it was all a bad dream. But oh God what if that's actually happening? He wipes the sweat off his forehead and swiftly got up and out of his tent in one motion.

Jealousy, turnin' saints into the sea Swimmin' through sick lullabies Chokin' on your alibis

Zukos eyes landed on Sokka watching you practice your earth bending. He slipped down into a spot next to Sokka and blissfully watched a girl he can never have. He looked at Sokka through his peripheral vision, that very familiar pinch of jealousy hitting close to home.

"You're a lucky guy," he uttered

That caught Sokka by surprise and he laughed

"What?"

"Y/n, look how talented she is! And she's kind and pretty, and she's yours."

This caused Sokka to laugh even harder

"Lighten up Zuko! Y/n isn't my girlfriend, she's just a close friend of mine being Suki's sister and all. I see Suki a lot in Y/n and according to Azula with Suki in prison it's nice to still have a piece of her somewhere."

But it's just the price I pay Destiny is callin' me

This caused Zukos eyes to widen fiercely. Everything he had worried about simply drifted away, even if you had rejected him he still felt worlds better. A giant boulder sized relief fell of his shoulders.

Y/n saw Zuko and Sokka sitting together and waved to both the boys with a happy smile, walking up to them and nodding Sokka off. Leaving the earth bender and the fire bender alone. Before you could say anything Zuko shot up from the floor.

"Y/n I'm so sorry, I never meant to overstep any boundaries I just thought-"

He was cut off by the feeling of lips on his own

"You talk too much," you giggled "I'm sorry for brushing you off earlier I was just caught by surprise and I was nervous. But I do like you Zuko."

Zuko smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into yet another kiss.

"I like you too."

Open up my eager eyes 'Cause I'm Mr. Brightside

#zuko #prince zuko #atla zuko #zuko x reader #sokka #atla sokka #sokka/zuko

[aurorawritestoescape]

RIBBON || Joel Miller x f!reader || 1k

Summary: Joel wants you to come without touching yourself.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, pwp, Joel is strict but fair, unprotected piv, bondage, size kink, praise kink, a drop of degradation

A/n: I saw these two pics on Pinterest side by side and couldn’t shake off the thots. Pics for mood only, reader has no physical descriptions. Kisses to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing💖 Hope you all will enjoy🎀

MASTERLIST

*****

“Joel, please,” you whine wriggling on the bed, legs spread around his hips. “I can’t, I need someone to touch my clit!”

He’s fully clothed, jeans unzipped and pulled down to the mid thigh while you’re completely naked, your tank top and shorts discarded on the floor by Joel’s impatient hands.

“The fuck ya mean ‘someone’?” He growls looming over your face, his cock buried deep in your cunt. You squeak pathetically when you see him clench his jaw.

“I mean you or me. I can’t come… you know, just from you fucking my pussy. It’s not you. I never could.”

“Hngg,” he growls and you nervously chew on your lip.

“I’ll touch myself a little, ‘k?” you ask as your hand inches closer and closer to your pulsating bud.

“The hell ya will.”

He pulls out and you see him reach for the nightstand and search for something in the drawer.

“Good…,” he mumbles before pulling a pink ribbon out.

“What are you…?” is all you have time to say until he grasps your wrists, pins them to the bed and starts tying them together, huffing over you. His hard cock smears precum over your belly, his delicious musk hits your nose and you clench around nothing when he cages you like that between his giant body and the bed.

When he’s done, he hovers over you with a satisfied smirk.

He gets back between your thighs as you bring your hands to your face and widen your eyes in surprise. The ribbon holds your wrists securely but doesn’t hurt you.

“It looks really pretty, Joel,” you say admiring his work.

“It ain’t for being pretty, sweetheart. It’s to stop your hands from touching your needy clit. You’re comin’ just from my cock tonight. Nothing else.”

You furrow your brows and pout your lips, placing your bound hands on your naked chest but he grabs them and pins them over your head.

“Ready for your training?” Joel asks you, his dark eyes searching your features for any trace of discomfort.

“Do your worst,” you smile at him and spread your legs a little wider.

You’d expect another man to hammer into you immediately, trying to hit anything that can make you come. But not Joel.

“Breathe for me, sweetheart,” he asks you, nudging your wet hole with his fat head, and then slowly pushes it in, deeper and deeper, making your folds spread around his girthy cock. Your moan is needy and lustful.

He bottoms out and groans looking down at the place where his cock disappeared inside your greedy hole.

“Fuck, ya have a perfect pussy, baby. Look at her takin’ all of my cock so good.”

Joel slowly pulls out almost to the tip and you feel your walls clench around his fat head, not letting it go. His eyes dart attentively between yours, reading your reaction, as he slowly buries his length into you again.

“She’s not perfect”, you whine, “I wanna come on your cock and be a good girl for you. But I can’t.”

Your insecurity is soon alleviated by his warm smile, full of love and affection.

“She is. Just needs a little help.”

“Like your thumb on my clit?” You purr with an innocent smile.

Joel chuckles.

“No, baby. She needs to be fucked right. Does she want that?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out, your cunt melting around his cock. His tip kisses your cervix and you softly whimper, as your nails dig into your sweaty palms.

Joel groans, then leans lower and kisses you. His taste intoxicates you, his tongue possessive, lips skilful and soft.

When his lips leave you, he stills his thrusts and looks deep into your hazy eyes. You whimper, feeling his length throb deep inside you.

Then he rolls his hips and starts gradually increasing the pace. You’re moaning and chewing on your lip feeling the climax closer and closer. His tip rubs against something so pleasant that you’re dripping on the sheets, your body sweaty with the heat radiating from him. Albeit dancing on the precipice, you still can’t seem to take the final leap.

“Joel, please, just graze it, just a little,” You plead with a desperate need in your voice, eyes glossy with tears of frustration. You wiggle your hands, trying to free yourself from his grip but he’s unyielding, the ribbon held tightly by his thick fingers.

“Shh.. I said ya gonna come like this, sweetheart. Now lie still and let me make ya feel good. ‘k?”

You nod and he pulls out, grabs a pillow next to your head and sits on his heels between your thighs.

“Lift ya sexy ass for me.”

You do as you're told and he pushes the pillow under your butt, raising your hips.

Then he stands on his knees between your thighs and throws your legs over his shoulders. With his hand wrapped around his cock, he pushes it into your soaked hole again. It slides in easily, his length, your folds are all covered in your juices, and the sensation is so much brighter in this position, a gasp leaves your lips.

He starts fucking you, his strokes hard and deep. No one has ever made you feel this good. With each thrust, you say his name like a prayer, devotion in your breathy voice. You’re looking up at him like he’s your god. And he is at this moment.

“Yeah, baby. Bet your little fingers can’t make you feel this good, huh? Singing beautifully on my big cock. She’s gonna choke me soon, I can feel it.”

You nod with half-lidded eyes, lips parted, drunk on the sensation of his hot member massaging your walls just right, and he barks a laugh,

“You’re so cock drunk, baby. Not a single thought behind your pretty eyes.”

You have no power to object, why would you? He’s right. All of you is focused on his cock fucking into your soaked pussy.

Joel slows down dragging his tip against your front wall and making you squeeze your eyes shut with pleasure.

“I feel it, Joel. So close. Please make me come, please,” You whine desperately, opening your blown eyes, legs trembling on his shoulders.

“I will, sweetheart”, he rolls his hips just right and you scream, clenching on his cock, your whole body shaking.

“That’s it…perfect little pussy,” Joel mumbles as his thrusts become erratic. He doesn’t stop when he begins emptying his heavy balls inside you, prolonging your orgasm with the jets of cum caressing the walls of your contracting pussy.

“Yeah…Keep milking my cock, baby…hnggg. Good girl.”

Wanting to be closer, you drop your legs, sit up, throw your tied hands around his neck and pull Joel to you, chest to chest. Nuzzling the crease of your neck he continues filling you with his warm cum, growling against your skin.

Joel stays on top of you for a few moments, big and broad, pressing you into the mattress with his weight. You kiss his cheekbone and whisper a loving ‘thank you.’

*****

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[wettvagina]

RIDE IT LIKE A RODEO [collegeau!eren yeagerxreader]

warnings: p in v , creampie , softdom!eren

"Erennn" your honeyed voice cooed, "Huh? Oh hi." you observed how the tall, brunette stiffened, his green emerald eyes boring holes into your own pupils, you walked up to him, your pink bag slung around one shoulder, you watched how Eren eyed you, stopping at the jot of skin which was exposed from your tight, bubble-gum pink spaghetti strapped top, which stopped right below your navel, paired with some black shorts.

"I was absent last class, mind sending me the notes?" you chirped, walking at his side as you both journeyed to your history class. "I-I know, but we had a free class." Eren informed you, a tint of blush forming on his face. "Oh, alright. You comin' to my party tonight?" you enquired with a calm smile, watching Eren's face from the corner of your eye.

Eren noticed how your figure had slowed into a halt, stopping alongside you, you grabbed at Eren's forearm, "Can you come, please? I wanna show you something." you say with a seductive smirk, you found it funny how his entire face turned red, even after you had fucked him so many times, you lost count. He always acted somewhat shy around you, you thought that when you first met him that he'd break out of this caged up persona he sported around you, but that was yet to come.

"I'll be there." he sighed, earning a small smile from you, "Oh and, don't bother bringing any condoms." you whisper to him, smiling before walking ahead of him, leaving him flushed and stationary.

Eren had came before the party even started, you were a bit worried about the party, wondering how anyone would even engage in the party if the host wasn't present. You texted Sasha, Connie and Jean, telling them to handle everything, of course you didn't want your party to flop just because you wanted some dick.

Hearing the boom of speakers downstairs, Sasha texted you, informing you that everything was ready and that they'd take over, you smiled to your phone before placing it on your side table.

"You're early." you say to Eren who looked around your room like if he hasn't been in it atleast six times already. "Sorry, I was just..eager to see you." Eren confesses, his deep sultry voice echoing in your head. Woah, this is different, usually he'd stammer out a mess of a sentence.

"Really?" you walk up to him, pressed your hands against his toned abs, sliding them down his waistband, grabbing at his fully erected cock, hidden in his sweatpants. "You weren't lyin'" you say with a smirk, you watch how his face contorted into a look of lust as you massaged his throbbing cock.

"So fuckin' hard, I want you to come inside me tonight." you whisper, dirty talking him, you pulled your hands out of his pants, draping them around his neck and pulling him into a sweet kiss, tasting the mint on his soft lips as he grabbed at the fat of your ass, fingers massaging your clothed clit from the back, causing you to moan into his mouth.

You parted your lips, giving Eren's tongue permission to explore your mouth, Eren groaned into your mouth, and you felt your panties dampening. "Wanna fuck you so bad." you mewl, "Yeah?" he asks with a smirk, "How bad?" he asks. With an incorporeal click, you feel the tension grow and the roles switch, and it just made you wetter.

"So fuckin' bad." you moaned, "Get on the bed." his firm voice instructed, you followed his directions, taking off your shirt as you strutted to your bed, leaving you in only your bra. You sat on the edge of your bed, Eren's crotch in your face, but you managed to look up at him, smelling a woft of his cologne.

His hand lowers to caress the side of your face, he looks down at you, as you look up at him, his eyes never leave yours as his large hands trace down to your shoulder, gripping it as a small smirk forms on his face. With a vehement push, your back meets your sheets and you watch as Eren crawls above you, knees digging into your mattress while his hand grips onto the sheets near the side of your face.

He leans in to kiss you, savouring your lips in a slow, sweet kiss. He feels your hands cradle his face, as you deepen the kiss, Eren feels his dick fully press onto the cloth of his pants. You immediately notice Eren's absence when he rolls over to the side, back leaning against the headboard of your bed, "Ride me, ma?" he asks, hand woven into yours.

You climb onto his lap, ass pressing against the bulge in his pants, and you hear him gasp before you connect your lips to his oncemore, your vacant hand reaches between your legs, rubbing at your clothed clit, causing you to moan into Eren's mouth.

Eren grips onto the fat of your ass, lips still moving on yours, he feels your hand slip beneath the wasitband of his sweats, grabbing his dick while nudging the fabric down. You push your panties to the side, lining his dick to your hole.

The reddened, meaty tip prods at your enterance before you slip it in, earning a loud groan from Eren as your pussy walls squeeze down on him, "S-So fuckin' tight." Eren says breathlessly, breaking out of the kiss, you immediately bounce on his lengthy cock, his breath hitches as the skin of your ass slaps against his pelvis, Eren wraps his hand around your back, burying his warm face into the crook of your neck as you ride him.

You hear him whisper curses into your ear as you grind on him, feeling your pussy clench around him, "Fuck, 'm gonna come." you mutter, "I-I might too." he mumbles into your ear, "Fuck!" you wail when you feel him thrust up into you.

"You like that?" he asks, "Y-Yeah, keep doing it." you immediately respond, he continues to jut his hips upwards into your welcoming pussy, hearing the creamy sounds of the essence of your arousal mixing with his pre come.

"S-Shit!" you curse when you feel his dick harden inside of you, and as Eren is coming he feels your pussy clamp down onto him, you cream all over his cock as he's coming inside of you, painting your walls white. You both pant as he rubs his large palms up and down your back.

#aot x reader #aot smut #smut #eren aot #eren yeager #eren smut #aot #attack on titan #eren jeager #eren x reader #eren #eren jeager x reader #eren yaeger x reader #eren jaeger #eren jeager smut #eren x black fem!reader #eren x y/n #eren x you #eren x mikasa #eren yeager smut #eren yeager x reader #eren yaegar #eren yaeger smut #eren yaeger imagine #snk eren #aot eren #eren jeager x y/n #eren jeager x you #snk x reader #aot eren jaeger

[bulldog-butch]

shout out to magic city hippies - i’m a fake fan but they keep letting me into their green room

#also my friends raw film turned out so good !!!! #ahhhhh #comin’ outta my cage

[cyberfreaky]

dbf!simon who sneaks into your bedroom for a quickie while there’s a dinner party happening downstairs. you’d escaped the party out of boredom, not without simon following right behind you.

dbf!simon who finds you relaxed on your side, soft body clad with a mini skirt that barely covered the cusp of your ass. you were such a tease, weren’t you?

dbf!simon who crawls onto your bed, his weight sinking into the mattress and forcing you to lean against his chest. he’d grin smugly, caging you in his big arms while his hand traced the length of your body.

dbf!simon who could get off just hearing your staggered breathing, as his fingers trailed up to your chest. that tank top wasn’t appropriate, it was so tight against your pretty tits. he’d brush his thumb across your perky nipples, feeling them harden through the fabric.

dbf!simon who whispers in your ear, watching you crumble right before his eyes. “y’knew what you were doin’.” he’d croon, starting to softly nip at the skin of your neck. “walkin’ ‘round the house, dressed like a little whore. tsk.”

dbf!simon who hooks his arm beneath your knee and lifts your leg, seeing that you weren’t wearing any panties. he’d bite back a groan looking at your glistening pussy, running his tip through your slick folds and against your clit.

dbf!simon who has his hand clamped over your mouth, stifling your loud moans. “shhh.” “don’t want yr’daddy comin’ in ‘ere and finding us, do ‘ya?” he’d drawl quietly. his thick cock bullied in and out of you deliciously, repeatedly slamming his hips against your ass as he stuffed your cunt.

dbf!simon who feels your tight walls clench around him, making the older man pound you harder in response. your smaller body started trembling as your climax started brewing. a milky ring formed around the base of his cock, your hole squelching while he fucked you dumb.

dbf!simon who starts grunting in your ear, “f-fuckfuckfuck.” his thrusts became sloppy and languid, the last few strokes enough to send him over the edge. his hot seed would spill inside you, filling you up as he kept slowly rutting into you.

dbf!simon who forces you off the bed and back into the dinner party, not letting you clean yourself off. he’d keep an eye on you, smirking as you squirmed in your seat while his cum was still dripping out of your pussy.

— all rights reserved © cyberfreaky (2023) do not repost, translate or copy my work without given permission.

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost riley #cod simon riley #simon riley cod #simon riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon riley x reader smut #call of duty #call of duty smut #cod #cod smut #ghost riley smut

[emmyrosee]

Rintaro couldn’t stand late night practices.

The idea of not being able to come straight home to you after a grueling day appalls him, he gets so frustrated and starts to take it out on himself via the intense practicing. His hands tremble from the abuse, his throat dry from the continued panting, and he knows you hate when he gets like this, but you’re not here to yell at him, are you?

His teammates hoot and holler every time he makes an incredible save, or an intense serve. He couldn’t care less.

All he wants to do is come home to you, eat some of the food you’d undoubtedly slaved over for him and crawl into bed next to you with your head on his chest and your arms caged around him. He wants to burrow as close as he can to your warmth, cling to you like you’ll disappear, and in the morning, have to wake up to you giggling and telling that you “have to go to work, let go!”

He can already hear his croaky ‘call out’ and your groan of faux annoyance before resigning and letting him once again, snuggle into you as he does after a long practice.

And that is all that’s able to get him through the rest of practice.

The gods do, however, seem to bless him as Washio rolls his ankle as the clock strikes yet another hour, and the captains call off the strenuous end of practice- maybe a little selfish to be excited about a teammates injury, but Washio walked out of there fine! And at that point, all Rintaro wanted was to come home to you.

He haphazardly threw all his gear into his duffel bag, barely let the coach go through their next schedule before all but sprinting to his car to get home to you.

Then driving twenty miles over the speed limit.

Then nearly blowing two red lights.

And almost hitting a pedestrian (look, not a proud moment, but who needs to go take a lap around the block at 1:23 am! Freak.)

He finally, fucking finally, makes it home- albeit barely alive, but home regardless. He knows you’ll yell at him if he doesn’t eat, he knows you’ll yell at him for not drinking some water, and not taking his shoes off, but he can’t even begin to care.

Instead, he carries himself up the stairs (only tripping twice, he’s proud of himself) and shambles into your shared bedroom where he sees your frame curled up on his side of the bed.

A small sliver of skin sits tantalizing between where your shirt has ridden up and the blanket on your hip, and he lets out the softest whine about how cozy you look.

“Hey sexy,” he whispers, smiling exhaustedly down at you. He sits gently on your side of the bed, fingertips tracing over the tender skin of your back where your shirt’s ridden up, watching the goosebumps raise over your skin.

You mewl softly and pull his pillow tighter to your chest, and he smiles sweetly before leaning down to place tiny kisses along that skin. You stir, eyes blinking open as you move your hand to card his sweaty hair, “this’ll be real awkward if you’re not my fiancé.”

He chuckles, “you’re lucky you’re too cute to mess with right now.” You smile happily at his voice and slowly shift to lay on your back, which he clicks his tongue and lays a warm palm on your hip to stop you. “Stay comfy, babe, I’m comin’ to bed.”

“You think I’m cute?” You yawn, slowly scooting over to let him crawl in next to you. He knows he should get up and change into more comfortable- and clean- clothes, but he’s just so exhausted, and you look so inviting…

Fuck it. He’s positive you won’t mind if he skips a night.

“Just right now,” he sighs, inching under the covers and resting his head on the small bit of pillow you’d let him have, the rest still mostly on your side of the bed. “Still think you’re gross when you drool on me.”

A lie. A dead lie. But he knows you know that.

“Lovely,” you giggle, nuzzling your head in the dip of his sternum. He chuckles back and tosses a long arm around you, humming happily at your warmth and familiar, soothing scent. “Such a way with words.”

“You love it,” he sighs, planting tender kisses to your hairline. You offer him an agreeing hum, and he gives you another short squeeze. “And I’m sorry I woke you up; just wanted to see that pretty smile before I went to bed.”

He feels you tense up, and it only makes him smile wider, glad the darkness doesn’t give him away.

“Shut up and go to sleep,” you grumble. “Before you gotta leave me again in the mornin’.”

“You got it, baby.”

#barking brb #suna rintaro #suna rintaro fluff #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro x reader fluff #suna rintaro x gn!reader #suna rintaro imagine #suna rintaro haikyuu #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x yn #haikyuu x y/n

[ladybirdswritings]

Pretty Thing - Cooper Howard (Ghoul) x Reader

Summary: You’re a shiny, pretty prize worth more caps than can be counted on ten hands altogether. There’s something special about you, and the Ghoul is determined to figure out just what it is.

Notes: I’ve been wanting to write for this cowboy for days now and I’ve finally come around to it. Cowboys are my specialty lately <3. Lmk if u love this and I’ll write more (feel free to leave me lots of comments and interactions, I love those!!)

A03 | masterlist | next chap

pretty thing…

“Well lookie here, seems you vaulties ain’t as perfect as you promise to be, huh?”

A furrow of chocolate brows, offense and confusion from sweet Lucy MacLean. This vault promised development in weaponry that the new world had never seen before. It was a thing of storybooks, the kind of thing her dad told her right before her head hit the pillow.

Now, here she was; and it wasn’t a caged weapon she was staring at… no, but rather a caged person.

“This violates all of our policies…” she muttered softly, worry stitched in her soft features as she looked on at the mangled cowboy beside her.

“Tsk tsk, sweetheart. You oughta be more careful with trustin’ these shit-eating freaks. Ain’t you learned your lesson first time round?”

Lucy sighed, falling to her knees and grazing a warm hand against the metal. She looked on at you with pity. Weak, hazy you.

How did you end up in this predicament? You didn’t know. You didn’t remember.

It was as if the entirety of everything you’d ever known was only stitched within your brain in jagged, disorderly flashes. This had to be one too. A flash.

A vault dweller and a ghoul, side by side.

It was most certainly a flash.

“What do we do, coop?” The brunette wondered, doe eyes gazing up at the mangled creature. He only smirked.

“We split. You find your precious tin-man you can’t stop yappin’ bout… and I’ll snatch up this dyin’ cargo. Comprende?”

Lucy had come to trust him, and maybe it was a stupid thing to do. Reality was, though, he’d kept her alive this far. Maybe she owed it to him to follow orders. With a huff, she parted— and then?

It was just you and the ghoul.

Heavy footsteps circled your metal cage, like shark to labored minnow. You were far too exhausted to pick up those pretty eyes of yours from the ground they gazed at.

Chains wrapped round your wrists and ankles, cold metal burned against your spine and cheek. There were two ghouls in your peripheral vision, and each one was the same amount of horrifying.

The footsteps halted, and suddenly the mangled, noseless blur was clear as day before you. Kneeled to your level, observant— cold.

“Well well— look at you, huh? Pretty thing. Now I understand takin’ precautions but damn, sweetie. That’s a lotta chains, hm? What’s so scary bout’ you?” He whispered the last part, thread laced finger lifting to slowly push a loose locket of hair from your dampened face through the cage.

You blinked, forcing your gaze upward so to try and meet his eyes. It was exhausting.

He observed you like you were a foreign object, a diamond in the radiated rough.

“I’d wager to say that you’re just the weapon we was lookin’ for, ain’t you?”

God, he didn’t know just how right he was.

If there was one certain thing you could remember clear as day, laced through the flashes, it was your powers. Each and every one of them, laying dormant now.

You were far too poked and prodded, too drained to even think of lifting a finger.

“Been doin’ this for centuries, pretty thing. Centuries and I ain’t ever seen this kinda experimentation on a little fawn. Hm. Guess you was just unlucky.” His breath was warm as it hit your face. Musing and eyeing your exhausted, slumped figure. Observant, taking his time. Your keepers would be coming soon— he didn’t seem worried.

“Tell you what. You look like you gon’ make me lots of money. So you’re comin’ with me. Don’t you worry, I prefer ropes stead’ of chains, sweetie. You’ll be nice n’ comfortable.”

The more he spoke, the farther away he sounded. You were aware he was a ghoul, that much was certain. Yet even so, no part of his voice, no part of his fading threats were even a little bit startling. No.

His voice was a soft yet strong southern drawl and god— it was far more comforting than the chains and cement floor you’d always known. Perhaps that’s why you let the exhaustion overtake you. Perhaps that’s why you closed your eyes.

Did it matter why? No. All that mattered was that you did.

The rest was a blur. The last thing you remember? Frayed ropes being wrapped round you tight as you were freed from your chains. Mangled, coat covered arms lifting you from the cement and golden teeth pressed against your aching ear to whisper:

“C’mon now, pretty thing…”

Then?

Slumber…

¿to be continued?

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[imagine-creative]

Bird in a cage: The dressing room

I’m havin so much fun with this I have it pretty much wrote out it’s just drawing it out now! Here’s a snippet of the I wrote for this part of the story :) (if you would like me to post the snippets with the comics I will just let me know!)

Lottie fumbled with the zipper, her fingers trembling. The low hum of the club's music throbbed behind the wall, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside her. Visions of a sun-drenched field, filled with the laughter of children, clashed with the smoky haze. All she could think about were the two men at the bar, sunny and moonlight, offering her a way out. Her mind was spinning thinking of what ever “plan” they had must be a good one since they were keeping her in the dark about it.

Then, the click of a door handle. The Don Eclipse sauntered in, a storm cloud in a rumpled suit. Her breath hitched, his shadowed eyes raking over her like a lion sizing up its prey.

"Jesus Christ, Eclipse," she spat, forcing a laugh. "Heard of knocking?"

He moved with predatory grace, his cold hand tracing the zipper's path before closing it in one deft motion. His voice, a gravelly rasp, grazed her ear. "Who were the two lowlifes you were cozying up with?"

The lie tasted like sour milk. "No one. Just, uh, patrons. Complimenting my song."

His fingers found her shoulders, his grip like a vise closing in. "Drinks are free, sugar. Especially yours."

Panic clawed at her throat, but she choked out a nervous giggle. "Just being, uh, nice! Didn't want to be rude."

The dressing room air hung heavy, pregnant with a potent mix of powder and fear. Lottie stared at her reflection, hands frozen mid-gesture as she applied some eyeshadow. In the mirror, eclipse loomed behind her, his presence a suffocating shadow.

His fingers caressed the exposed skin of her shoulders and arms, their warmth a chilling mockery against the stark contrast of the celestial sun and moon tattooed across her back. Its delicate lines unfolded outstretched over a jagged scar that traced a cruel path down her spine. A constant reminder of the night Eclipse's possessiveness carved its mark onto her.

Lottie's jaw clenched, but she kept her head bowed, willing him to evaporate like the wisps of cigarette smoke curling around them. His voice, a gravelly rasp, dripped with thinly veiled jealousy.

"Just being nice? You and that bleeding heart of yours..." He trailed off, his touch lingering like a predator savoring its prey.

Then, the cruel twist of the knife. With a flick of his wrist, he forced her chin up, his heterochroma eyes searching hers.

"Don't think about trying anything...clever...tonight. I'm watching you, my little songbird. Remember...what happened last time."

A slow, predatory grin stretched across his face, sending shivers down Lottie's spine. “Be on the stage in five, starlet” Eclipse chuckled as he backed away out of the room. “Yeah yeah, I’m comin…” she hissed. Lottie took the only thing that mattered and tucked it in her dress. A photo of her family because if this “plan” was going to work she was refused to step food in this dressing room again.

#dca #fnaf security breach #sundrop and moondrop #fnaf daycare attendant #sundrop security breach #daycare attendent #sundrop #moondrop #moondrop security breach #fnaf moon #dca moon #moondrop fnaf #moondrop fanart #sleuth eclipse #eclipse dca #eclipse security breach #fnaf eclipse #eclipse fnaf #eclispe #fnaf dca #dca oc #fnaf oc #mafia au #fnaf au #gangster au

[ariadne-mouse]

comin' out of my cage and I've been doing just-

#i'm going FERAL you guys #critical role #c2 #cr memes #m9 twoshot #mighty nein twoshot #the mighty nein reunited #m9 reunited #i'll pick a tag later #the mighty nein #op