#i don’t even know if there’s gonna be anything there mushy enough for me to eat

[nvuy]

Boothill is a “your pleasure is my pleasure” kind of guy do u agree 🎤

mdni. im snatching the mic. i got carried away ty anon for giving me an excuse to ramble about this loser.

he takes pleasing you very seriously. this is serious business. it’s like his day job.

he’s half-convinced he was given a second life just to cross paths with you, so once he’s got you, he’s not letting you go. not for a while, at least. he’s stuck to your hip like glue. wherever you go, he’s most likely right next to you.

he’s always making sure you’re catered to first.

it’s the same in bed.

he’s extremely touch starved, so while he’s got his hand between your legs, he’s also busied himself nuzzling his cheek to yours to feel you helplessly panting against his skin. or, his ear is resting against your heart. whatever works for him in the moment.

he’s absolutely smitten with how warm you get. he’s always, always, pressing himself against you one way or another. just touch all over his face, please and thank you.

he’s all for kisses too. sometimes, when he’s having a bit too much fun, he’ll get all mushy and gross. not that he already isn’t, but it somehow gets worse.

he’ll bite too. not enough to make you bleed, but enough to leave an angry mark for the next few days.

actually, he just nips you all the time. it’s a weird thing he does. don’t point fingers in his face. he’ll try eating them. he’s very strange in that way. sometimes you can be gesturing at nothing while you talk, and if your fingers get too close to his face, he’s trying to nip at them like a teething puppy. you got used to it.

great tongue too. bonus points because it’s actually real. he works his magic with it, but only after you beg enough. you gotta work to get your hands on the merchandise. his mechanics are expensive, so play nice.

if we’re getting into unserious business, the robocock is great fun. it’s got smooth ridges and it’s cold. probably customisable, too. it’s definitely possible, but whether he’s gonna wander up to some poor mechanic and ask them to add some special features… well.

either way, your pleasure is always his priority. his hobbies consist of biting every single exposed expanse of your skin and exploring new ways to make you squirm.

it’s bad enough you having to deal with this lump of steel and scrap—frankly, he doesn’t even understand what’s so appealing about it—but if you enjoy bouncing on his lap, go ahead. do it all night for all he cares. as long as you have that pretty dizzy smile on your face by the end of it all. it makes him melt into a puddle of liquid metal knowing how good he makes you feel.

he’s also VERY susceptible to puppy eyes. they’re your greatest asset, and his biggest weakness.

you figured that out after you pleaded with him to put on these clothes you bought him (and, yep. these clothes have just as many cut outs as his usual attire). you can also use them if you want to do his hair. please convince him to wear it in a high ponytail more. he has such a nice face, and it also stops his neck from overheating. those poor fans need a vacation.

it takes some convincing, especially when you show him the hair tie is actually a red sparkly ribbon. you’re going to ruin his tough guy persona. but he’ll drop anything for you, so he’ll comply. on the condition that you give him smooches afterwards. it’s also an excuse for him to indulge in how your fingers feel against his scalp.

puppy eyes, crying, begging, whatever, usually get people he’s apprehended nowhere. he doesn’t care for theatrics. not at all. a criminal is a criminal at the end of the day.

but you? aww, how can he say no to your angel eyes? wanna fuck his face? you didn’t even have to ask! just watch the teeth. and feel free to pull his hair. wanna ride him until he short circuits? sure! if you can keep up. he’s all yours.

and when you’re done, his aftercare consists of coddling and pinching your cheeks. he’ll prattle on about nothing. the subject will change to gushing over how pretty you look in his bed, to the weather tomorrow, to how he misses the taste of spaghetti. he’ll even kiss all over the marks he’s left on you. probably kicks his feet too.

he’s still so energetic it’s mind-baffling. he’s so casual about it too, acting as if he didn’t beg for you to cum on his face just ten minutes ago.

but that’s robot stamina for you. or maybe it’s just a boothill thing. who knows?

after a while he’ll calm down. i still haven't decided if he can sleep, but once you’ve fallen asleep, he’ll lay next to you and draw patterns on the nape of your neck with his fingers.

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[ghost-proofbaby]

15 with Eddie? :)

i woke up this morning, rolled over, and immediately wrote this all on my phone. wasn't even 8 am and i was already all mushy and horny for this man. enjoy whatever this is (morning sex. it's morning sex and being in love) <3

15. "I had a very nice dream that started like this."

warnings: smut, p in v, oral (f receiving), afab reader but no pronouns used, a lot of religious imagery idk why it just... worked?, not edited, 18+ so minors do not interact

pairings: eddie munson x afab!reader

wc: 2.9k+

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The sun hadn’t even rose yet. The sky simply lighter, a gentle omniscient light peaking through the curtains, holding little to no warmth yet when you first awoke. The room is shades of grey with hints of violet, soft pinks just on the horizon but not quite painting the scene. 

It’s nice — it’s serene.

You can feel him breathing behind you. Still there, still warm, still holding you with one strong arm around your waist as his nose brushes at the nape of your neck, his snore rustling your hair ever so carefully. It’s almost enough to soothe you back to sleep; counting his deep intakes of air, exhaling in time with him, sinking deeper into bed sheets that are stained with the smell of his cologne and shampoo. Almost.

But when you first awake, you have a different idea in mind.

It starts off innocent enough. Small movements as you press yourself further back into Eddie, minuscule wiggles to just be close to him. You’re still half asleep and yet, every atom in your body is desperate to melt into him. You need every inch of his skin pressed tightly into yours. Your vision still blurry, but the instinct to burrow more tightly into your boy impossible to miss.

“I know you’re awake,” he suddenly murmurs into your neck, voice muffled and rough with his rest.

You hadn’t even noticed the change in his breathing. More focused on the ache between your thighs that you had woken up with. 

“Sh,” you jokingly whisper, smiling as you force your eyes back closed. He can’t even see your face, but it feels right to put on an act, “You’re gonna ruin it, Munson.” 

“‘M not ruining anything, baby,” he nearly slurs. His arm tightens around you, encouraging all your squirming, pulling your hips back to be flush with his a little more urgently.

He’s hard against your lower back. His flimsy boxers do nothing to hide his excitement. It isn’t particularly surprising — most mornings he wakes up hard as it is — but it does cause a soft stirring within you. Encourages your hips to swivel once more, action a bit more pointed, just enough pressure to cause a low groan to slip almost inaudible from between his lips.

“Careful,” he warns, voice a bit louder now. His tone is still gravely, scratching an itch of the farthest reaches of your mind. Somewhere between a cat’s purr and the sound of tires on dirt roads when your favorite person is returning home. Comforting. Serene. 

You press into him further, shamelessly grinding now, eyes still shut, “What? ‘M not doing anything.”

He doesn’t need to see your voice to hear that sleepy grin.

It doesn’t happen quickly — there’s no rush as he slowly tugs at your body, encouraging you to rotate so that he’s no longer spooning you. Your back digs into the mattress holding the warmth of his body from the entire night, wrapping you up in a bliss that’s impossible to replicate. His smell, his warmth, his presence. You don’t think you’ll ever tire of mornings like this, especially not when you finally open your eyes to find him propped up on his elbow, looking down at you with half-lidded eyes and a half-smile that accentuates  his left dimple. 

He’s fucking beautiful. It takes your breath away.

“What’s got you so excited this morning, hm?” 

The light has grown ever so slightly brighter, just enough as though it whispers, look at him. The room is still grey, but your boy is a vision of colors. Dark russet eyes with streaks of gold that the sun couldn’t compare to, chestnut hair that sticks up in all the wrong places from his slumber, skin that washes out in the pale winter morning and only makes the contrast of the soft fuchsias and violets blooming along his neck from the evening before more apparent. He’s softer than any sunrise, more relaxing than any bath he’s ever drawn for you, more calming than hearing your favorite song strummed out on muted guitar strings. 

You love him. And that only really fuels your flames.

“I had a very nice dream,” you mumble, squinting up at him, bringing a hand up to his cheek. Your touch is delicate as you trace over his stubble, painting mindless patterns briefly before cupping the full side of his face and threading your fingertips into the edges of his hairline, “A very nice dream that started just like this.” 

He rolls his hips against your side, peering down at you as he does so, letting you guide him closer until his lips barely brush yours. 

You can hear birds chirping outside. There’s the rumble of a truck engine. The creak of a nearby front door opening and shutting.

The world is beginning to wake up, but you’re not quite yet ready to share the day with anyone but him. 

“You did, did you?” he’s awake enough now to tease you, body slowly inching its way over yours, arms on either side of your head to hold his weight. The plush comforter slips down, exposing his bare shoulders as his torso serves as your new blanket, “Tell me ‘bout it, baby.” 

Your legs fall open instinctively, making a home for him and only him. A space between your thighs perfectly carved out for the shape and weight of him as he slips into place, hips digging into yours, a homely and familiar position you’ve found yourself in a hundred times before. 

It never gets old. It never elicits any less of a reaction from you, always pulling the softest of gasps from your throat as he leans his head down to trail his lips down your exposed neck. 

The sound has him pulling you into him a bit more urgently, but his pace never quickens. He’s taking his time. You two have all the time.

A car alarm, distant as could be, sounds off. A voice of a neighbor echos across the trailer park. 

Maybe it’s an adoring husband wishing goodbye to his wife for the day. Or a mother, rushing her children for school. There’s a million and one scenarios, thousands of strangers beginning their dreary week, but you only care about the warm welcome of the day that he offers you. 

Anything but dreary, even in tired morning light.

“You were kissing my neck,” you say, careful to be as silent as can be, even if it were just the two of you in the room. The world doesn’t need to know you’re awake yet; it doesn’t deserve your attention like he does yet.

His teeth graze unintentionally against the soft spot below your ear, “Like this?”

“Just like that.”

For emphasis, you lift your hips, seeking out his with ease. You can feel him, pronounced as he presses against the thin fabric of your underwear. There’s too many layers between the two of you, too much cotton and linen in the shapes of his t-shirt you’d worn to bed and his damn boxers, but they’ll come off eventually. 

Eventually. There’s no rush.

Your head tilts back in a sigh, and he pauses all his kisses to ask, “What next?”

“Keep going,” you squirm, hips continuing to roll, flames of desire lighting in your gut, dancing as soft as the morning light, “Keep going, please.” 

The night before, he would have teased your desperation. 

But right now, with just you and him and the ghost of sleep, he’s not in the business of taunting. 

He listens, a hand coming down to your hip. Not holding it down to the mattress, but simply holding. He lets his thumb slip beneath the t-shirt, lets a rough callous built up from years of guitar and working on his van brush roughly over your skin with the most sensitive of intentions. 

Slowly. If the morning wasn’t so heavy still on the two of you, weighing down every movement, slowing every reaction and pacing every adoring kiss, this is the part where the two of you might have grown a bit impatient. More nipping, more bruising gripping, more complaints of going further, further, further. 

But today? In this moment? The two of you have time. 

A dream sequence of his wandering hands slipping that old faded tee up until it’s finally bunched at your chest, until he’s finally peeling himself away from your body and he’s lifting it over your head. Every move is brimming with a love you never thought possible. A love to swim in, a love to sink into. One with the capability to drown the two of you, but it only breathes a new life into both of your lungs. 

When his lips wrap around a nipple and your back arches, that love thrums a bit deeper, coiling up your insides and urging your fingers to tangle up into his curls. 

You need him closer.

“So beautiful,” he whispers against your skin as he mouths at it, “So, so fucking beautiful.” 

The back of your skull digs deeper into a pillow engrained with the shape of your head from years of rest, a soft laugh slipping in between your blissful breaths, “Don’t lie. I’m a mess right now.” 

You were. And so was he. In a barely awake, subtle and tired way. Messy hair, messy marks of sleep across cheeks, messy breaths not yet minty from a morning routine the two of you followed like a religion. 

His head lifts, eyes glowing in the limited light, “I like your mess. As a matter of fact, I love your mess.” 

His hand on your hip squeezes for emphasis. 

You look down, wordless as you drink him in. A vision between the pinks dancing through the curtains, a godly presence as the dawn breaks. He’s a salvation, a new beginning and a new ending. He’s everything fairytales had tried to convince you existed in your youth. Prettier than any angel, warmer than any sun. 

And he’s yours. In this moment, and in all the next ones.

“I think I can make an even bigger mess of you, though, if you’ll let me,” a devilish smile finally overtakes his features and both of those dimples you’ve become so unintentionally fond of make an appearance. 

He dips his head, lowers his voice, lets his lips explore. You nearly pray to the Heavens above as you feel his hand slip from its gentle cupping of your hip, moving to slip nimble fingers beneath the band of your panties — but you don’t. Not a single God would care about what’s happening right now.

Just two people, two souls, twisting up in their bed sheets. Finding each other, finding divinity, before the sun even has a chance to stretch its arms fully over the horizon.

When he sinks lower and his face disappears beneath the cloak of the comforter, you hold your breath. When his mouth finds your cunt over fabric, you release it with a moan.

“That’s it, baby,” he encourages, both hands pulling off your underwear, pressing a hard kiss one final time over the cotton before he slips them off, “Keep making those pretty noises for me.” 

Your thighs drape over his shoulders, heels digging into his back as he begins his morning worship. All lips and tongue and finding the right places as fast as possible. Not out of a rush, but out of practice. He knows your body like the back of his hand, and he proves it. 

He knows exactly how hard to suck on your clit once he’s captured it between his lips. He knows exactly where to trace his tongue, circling your hole in lazy circles, not quite teasing but not quite succumbing as he lets you buck your hips in reckless abandon. When to speed up, when to slow down, when to add a finger and when to let the gravel of his voice vibrate against your core — he knows you. Through every little whimper, through every soft chanting of his name, through every tug of his hair. 

And he knows you well enough to know when to stop his ministrations, pulling back only to crawl his way back up your body, his boxers slipping off somewhere in the process. 

You’re still all over his lips as he kisses you fervently, slick and sticky and a little tart as his tongue dives into your mouth.

And just as he knows you, you know him.

You’d lied, of course. You hadn’t really had a dream just like this. You can’t even remember how you’d awoken with such want, but all that mattered is you had. You’d woken up to an all-consuming need, even if your half-conscious state, and you’d woken up to him.

Your hand reaches down between the two of you, wrapping around him carefully. Your skin is still cooler than his, it’s always cooler than his in the dead of night, and he hisses at the content.

“I love you, you know?” you quietly confess to your lover, as though it might be a sin, as though it might be the greatest secret to ever be held on a patient tongue. 

His skin is nearly velvet under your touch, pliant in your palm as you stroke him. Each movement and twist of your wrist begins to unravel him, his head dropping to the juncture between your shoulder and your neck. Every pant of his breath brushes skin just as his snores had. 

Gold litters the shade of sunrise entering the room, but the only warm colors you care to entertain are the ones in his eyes as he finally looks at you and tugs your hand away.

“I love you more.” 

You could argue. You could fight him on it, start to rattle off your list of all the things you adore about him, prove that no one has ever loved another person in this lifetime the way that you’ve loved him. The freckle below his right eye, the chip in on of his canines from an accident in his youth, the scar on his left knuckles from the first time he’d tried to do a trick with a butterfly knife at nine years old. The jokes he interrupts your day so kindly with, breaking up the mundane with laughter that seemingly fuels you to carry on with your time until you’ve returned home to just him. The passion that flows inside of him until it pours out over everything sacred to him — his music, his interests, his friends, you. A passionate and devoted man, yours to have and yours to hold.

But you don’t argue the point. You just smile as he kisses you, deep and searching, as he lines himself up with your entrance.

He loves you more, you love him most. He’ll figure it out — eventually. 

The stretch of him is pleasurable, just like it always is. Filling you, warming you, making that closer you crave so ardently nearly tangible. Every roll of his hips has him reaching spots inside of you to elicit stars to cloud your vision. The morning light, the white hot pleasure — you don’t care what makes your vision blue. You only care that it does, all your mews and all his groans entangling up in the air. 

Your palms slide over the back of his shoulders, your fingers dig into soft skin that you’ll spend the rest of your days memorizing.

Eddie. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

No prayer has ever been repeated with such need or belief as his name from your lips. 

And he returns the favor. Gasping out your name, somehow finding himself just enough in his right mind to continue to whisper sweet nothings against your ear, timing them with his leisurely thrusts.

“So fucking tight and so fucking good to me,” he manages to gasp, digging his hips in a little harsher, “Could stay here forever. Kind of want to stay here forever.” 

You don’t know how he’s coherent; you can’t form a single response, eyes rolling, hands clinging to him tighter. 

“Look at me when you cum.” 

He knows you. He knows you very well. You hadn’t even noticed that coiling in your stomach or the fluttering of your walls when he calls you out, forehead pressing to yours as your eyes open to find his. 

It’s not world-shattering when the waves come — it doesn’t have to be. It’s something to wrap around your entire essence, something to soothe and something to coax you into oblivion. Something to get lost in as his movements stutter and his own eyes grow heavy.

He doesn’t close his eyes, and neither do you. Lost in that pleasure, and lost in each other. 

You’re still rhythmically clenching around him when he comes, filling you up with warmth, burying deep in you and holding there as his mouth falls open and you're quick to pepper his outstretched neck with kisses. The smallest reminders of all the love you have for him. The gentlest of devotions, sprinkled across the skin of a man who will always know an affection like no other. Not everyone in the world will be so lucky as to know the fondness you offer him, and as far as you’re concerned, that’s how it should be. 

Curses spill as his movements slow, before finally stilling. He drops his weight onto you, exhaustion finding its way back into his bones. 

There’s things to do, a day to begin. Work and people waiting on you two, responsibilities to worry about and daily mundane accomplishments to achieve. But for now, it’s just the two of you. Awake with the rest of the world, but completely separate as you cradle him and he holds you. 

“That was one Hell of a way to wake up, sweetheart,” he murmurs into your skin, and you only throw your head back in a laugh.

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[hellgirlthings]

eddie had apparently perished, or at least that’s what he said when he had called you- sniffling as he whines about how dustin had given him a cold and how he swears he’s gonna kill him the second he gets better (he wont).

you know he’s upping the theatrics and at most has a stuffy nose and a headache, but your heart still clenches at how utterly upset he sounded, and how he begged you to come take care of him (as if you’d ever say no).

eddie currently has his face squished against your chest, he had insisted that ‘boob pillows’ were better, as the two of you lay curled up in his bed. you had been trying to convince him to take the stupid medicine that would make him feel better, but nooooooo he refuses

“honey you need to take the medicine so you’ll feel better” your voice is as soft as you feel, with him all mushy and needy on top of you. and eddie swears he’s never going to get used to this- you, caring about him and loving him in a way he never thought he would experience.

gently scratching his scalp, you feel him groan against your shirt, muffled by the material of it. a smile etches itself on your lips, feeling all sappy because he wanted *you* to take care of him, knowing that you’re the only one that could ever bring him any sort of comfort, no matter how big or small the issue is.

“ ‘s so dumb baby i don’t need it ‘m fine” he mumbles, getting even more upset at the fact that he can’t seem to be close enough to you, even though he’s laying right on top of you. eddie swears that if he could crawl under your skin, he would no questions asked (as weird as that might sound).

this coaxes a giggle out of you, pressing a kiss to the top of his head you tut “bub i just need you to take it so that you can get better, yeah? think you can do that for me?”

he isn’t sure whether he wants to hate you for sounding so sweet and caring or if he wants to smother you in kisses because you know that he’s gonna cave in. how is he supposed to deny you anything when he knows you have that soft, cute smile that’s specifically preserved for him on your face right now because he can hear it in your voice???

let’s just say that after some complaining, a now very grumpy eddie (he’s not actually grumpy, just wants you to baby him) finally took the fucking medicine- which obviously caused you to praise him and kiss him all over ‘cause he’s just sooooo brave!!

a/n: didn’t proofread this (once again cuz im lazy and should be sleeping rn LMFAOOOO)

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[throwingmetothelions]

NSFW ALPHABET - Noah Sebastian

I’m once again reminding you because some of y’all don’t seem to understand and it’s making my fucking eye twitch … THESE ARE THEORIES. I know that some of you are younger, and you are new to how fandoms operate, but the whole point of this is to make a compilation of theories about someone based on content that is free floating in the fandom. The information that I’ve been given by people in private is never something that you will ever see me actually write about, so don’t think it is. NONE OF THIS WAS FOUND BY DIGGING OR PRYING (THE TWO ACTIVITIES SOME OF YALL CANNOT STAY AWAY FROM). This shit is theories and personal beliefs based off things we have as a fandom. Do not fuck it up for everyone by accusing anyone of prying. Do not ask me questions about unrelated shit. Do not ask me to answer your thoughts and concerns. ANYWAYS HERE YA GO BESTIES.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Noah is the one with the forethought to go ahead and grab a dirty t-shirt and keep it by the side of the bed. There’s probably already water he was drinking, and that’s gonna have to be good enough lol mans will check up on you, but if you’re looking for full blown mushy romance book level aftercare? Yeah, it doesn’t live here.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Noah is clearly working hard on his physical appearance. From what I can see there was a lot of bulking going on, but we see big ass muscles in those arms. He’s very proud of that. Noah isn’t the type to get transfixed and brain-dumb over something, but I feel like he likes legs. Likes the way they wrap around him, and the way they bend when he pushes someone’s knees back when he’s fucking them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Oh boy. Has absolutely tried his own a few times out of pure curiosity. Tries his best to just jerk off in a shower so he doesn’t have to clean anything up, but he’ll wipe it away with something out of the dirty laundry bin. The man literally liked a meme regarding this so I KNOW I’m RIGHT when I say he wants to cum in you and he wants it so deep it doesn’t come back out. He doesn’t even want to see it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has an obsession with panties and I mean this in the “if yours go disappearing please go bang on his door” way. There’s something about the way they feel, all the colors and patterns (this stupid nerd would buy you Naruto panties and I hate that). Like he would jerk off with them wrapped around his dick and send you pictures about it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s pretty experienced, but I don’t think it’s in the way you all think. You can have so much casual sex and not really be learning a ton, ya know? Like if all you’re getting are random quick hookups for the most part … how experienced are you actually? That being said - he’s ABSOLUTELY the type to have read up on and researched techniques just to keep in his back pocket.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Ha. Ha. Hahaha. I’m laughing because he has a Mars in Sagittarius, so this is going a few ways. He likes to be spontaneous when he has time, so anytime you say “hey do you wanna try …” THAT is his new favorite position. Immediately. The frankness and the roughhousing that comes with that says he would play wrestle until you were no longer playing, and your hands were held above your head while his big ass body all but put you through the actual mattress. So.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Goofy?!? He’s too goddamn nervous to be goofy what do you MEAN. His heart is about to thump out of his chest because, if like most women you wait for him to make the first move, he’s so fucking shy about it. He would definitely appreciate it if you laughed off things like him getting ahead of himself or making a funny noise when you switch positions though because it works as an icebreaker.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He trims it all up. I know he does not have a ton of hair everywhere, but obviously when someone has a lot of tattoos, you can no longer truly see the amount of hair they have on their body. His legs are actually a lot hairier than you think, and he has a happy trail, so I think he just trims it all up.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Oh, it’s Noah’s time to shine. If you give him a reason to be he could be SO romantic. This bastard is an artist. He is a writer. He can set a vibe unlike any other man you’ve ever met (and I swear to god the LED lights are involved unfortunately). If it’s slowing down that you need … Noah’s got you. Neck kisses, eye contact … just please don’t expect it every time. You would absolutely have to tell him ahead of time.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I actually firmly believe that he used to not jack off a lot, but now that he’s working out and his stamina has increased he probably does it a little more now. Likes the way his rings and bracelet feel when they touch his dick. Doesn’t make too much noise, but he’s a big lip biter. As we said, likes to do it in showers, so after they play which is also when he’s sweaty and full of adrenaline.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

What we’re not gonna do right now is get into the Mommy Issues ™️, and I think if you asked him to call you that he would tell you to get the fuck out (I’m serious) BUT … he could absolutely fall asleep with your nipple in his mouth. Like as a comfort thing. He would ABSOLUTELY ask to watch a show with you and slowly and wordlessly unzip your hoodie and take one of your boobs out and just kinda hang out there in the quiet dark while he sucks away and THAT is actually a kink. I do not take criticism thanks.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He loves him a good risk, but not if people he knows could be involved. Like he’ll wanna fuck at your house because he really doesn’t want Jolly to hear you, but if it was a bunch of strangers at a bar he wouldn’t think twice about fucking you in the bathroom. He also really loves the bed honestly. Mans is a big ol lazy bear after he comes and he definitely wants to pass the fuck out after yall go at it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you in his bands merch gets his dick absolutely rock solid. We aren’t gonna talk about the narcissist streak he has (I also do not take criticism on this because believe me it’s there), but seeing you in a shirt that barely covers your ass AND has his bands name on it is too much. Also, running your hands over his chest? I feel this one in my bones dude I just know that this makes him feel some sort of way.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Noah wouldn’t actually ever involve one of the direct members of the band into a threesome. I’M SORRY. TRUST ME THATS NOT GONNA STOP ME FROM READING THE FICS AND HAVING MY SILLY LITTLE THEORIES BUT he just wouldn’t. Too close. He would, however, tag in Davis, Kodi or Jesse and I know you bitches wouldn’t complain about that. Again, please god don’t pull the mommy card on him. With this one, I see it being something like he’s either immediately going to tell you that he can’t do this at all now, or he’s going to do it, but then he’s going to feel some type of way after, and it’s actually really going to affect him. He’s going to get inside his head and have a meltdown.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s a giver. I’m the one that gave you that post. I’m the one that one of his exs contacted. I don’t know a lot about all the things in the world, but I know a little something in this department. Noah eats pussy like a starved man and there’s nothing more dangerous than a man that is hot and enthusiastic. You stand 0 chance. He’s highly skilled. He loves getting blowjobs, but if you’re looking at scales they’re absolutely tipping one way.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

So, for all of you out there that may not know, when a man doesn’t have great stamina or he doesn’t last very long cardio and working out can really help that. Noah has done a 180 in terms of exercise, so I think he’s the type to deliver a fast and hard pace but not really think about it. Like he’s so into it and he’s taking in the sounds you make not realizing that he’s picked up the pace.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Doesn’t love them because CONTRARY TO POPULAR BELIEF MEN DONT ALWAYS GET TURNED ON LIKE LIGHTSWITCHES. Noah would need to be teased all day while he’s trying to do other shit if you want to just spontaneously pull him into a broom closet and expect him to perform.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Again … birthchart says he takes risks but I believe they’re calculated. Like the risk of fingering you when you’re on the phone with someone is one he’s willing to take, but he planned it. He also loves to take risks in the bedroom. What happens if he rubs here? What happens if he bites there? Hmmm.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Noah strikes me as a singular really long round kind of guy. Sure, he’ll get you off once before he even takes his clothes off, but I do think he gets sleepy easily by nature because he has personality traits that align with Snorlax and Winnie the Pooh. Noah will absolutely make it feel like it’s stretched on, and he won’t stop until he’s not sure what language you’re muttering, but he’s not taking a break and jumping back into it. His idea of a break is eating you out while he calms down.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I think he may have experimented once or twice (we’re not gonna pretend like he hasn’t been pictured with three different dildos before) but he doesn’t really see a need. Now, for you, he’s absolutely gonna do whatever it takes to get you off. You wanna use a toy while you’re fucking him? Go for it. He really wants to watch you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Here’s the thing. Noah doesn’t MEAN to. He’s not upset that he did, but seriously he didn’t mean for you to see the strip of skin on his belly when he stretched. He didn’t know that him moving your hair to the side to kiss behind your ear would have you gnawing at your lip. He doesn’t do it on purpose, but when you crawl over him and kiss him until he can’t breathe and then call him an asshole for doing that all day it makes him want to fuck you until the sun comes up.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

It’s all under his breath.

“Jesus Christ”.

“Holy …”.

“Yes - fuck, yes”.

He’s the type to grunt while he’s biting his knuckle when he comes. See, and I know that not all of you have thought about this but it’s the fucking truth, most men are conditioned to be very quiet when they cum and it’s because they were once horny teenagers and they couldn’t keep their hands out of their pants. They had to sneak. Noah has been sharing rooms with people his entire life … this man hasn’t learned to let go and let it all fly. He holds back.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Random headcanon? Weed makes Noah incredibly fucking horny, and he can come twice when he smokes because his dick won’t relax if he only cums once. I don’t know why y’all all say he used to smoke … yeah he used to smoke cigarettes and quit, but he still smokes weed - just a whole lot less. That’s why it’s exciting when he takes a few hits. I had an ex that was like this and it’s actually pretty hot so I’m assigning it to Noah because it makes the most sense with him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

There are actual bitchbabies on tumblr.com that are mad because they say that nobody should say anything about the fact that we can clearly see his dick through some of his stage outfits. Listen to me - yeah it’s weird to jump in a strangers inbox and talk about your unhealthy obsession and what you want to do. But. He is a man, and he has a penis, and this is an NSFW alphabet based on theories, and it is not my fault that it is fucking visible through his goddamn pants. THAT BEING SAID BASED OFF OF WHAT WE CAN SEE ON BEYONCES INTERNET - he’s a shower and it ain’t small.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He gets in his head so often. The number one sex drive killer is stress, and I think he definitely, if he has a partner, can go for a long time without having sex if he’s got too much band business. You would definitely need some open communication. Although lucky for you - he celebrates band wins and personal growth with sex. I guarantee that one positive phone call from Matt would mean you get bent over the kitchen counter.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I think he’s falling asleep pretty quickly but it’s also because of the setting. Like I said, our boy loves a good fuck in a bed. That, combined with the soft LEDs, the lofi beats and no overhead lights means he’s already accidentally set the stage for sleep. Just blow out the candles and tell him ya love him because he’s gone.

#bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fic #bad omens fanfic #auntievwroteit

[euphor1a]

Yeonjun eating you out til you cry

thirst drabbles (6/∞)

fandom » txt

pairing » yeonjun x f!reader

rating » 18+ (minors dni)

genre » smut, established relationship 

word count » ~ 600

warnings » profanity, soft dom!yj, sub!reader, cunnilingus, overstimulation, daddy kink (quick! everyone act surprised!), praising, pet names, size kink, lmk if I missed anything!

“You taste so amazing, sweetheart. Such a cute, pretty pussy, and all mine.” Yeonjun repeats for the umpteenth time tonight. You snap your eyes shut, still reeling from the aftermath of your orgasm. Your whole body feels mushy and boneless. Although, he’s ruthless, continuing his ministries on you.

Trembling limbs, short breaths, teary eyes and a leaking cunt — you feel like an utter mess. Your hands turn into tight fists around the bedsheet, helpless whimpers ringing through the closed room. Yeonjun bends your legs further with a groan. His nose is resting right against your clit, tongue disappearing into the molten warmth of your pussy.

“Shh, you’re doing so well for me, such a good girl for daddy.” His whisper is hot against your core. You clench instinctively at his praise, a broken whine escaping your swollen lips. You’re not sure how it feels at this point, the lines between pleasure, pain and numbness blurred out.

As if he can sense your distress, Yeonjun presses a chaste kiss on your mound, his right hand gently stroking your tummy. You squirm at the ticklish touch. A fond smile curls his lips upwards; he has always found your sensitivity very adorable. “What am I gonna do with you, hm? Do you know how fucking hard it is to always hold back when you go around being the cutest little kitten?”

His mouth returns to your pussy, soundly sucking on it to prove his point. The suddenness of the action catches you off-guard, making you squeak out of surprise. Yeonjun grunts, the sound sending vibrations deep inside your wrecked cunt that pulsates from overstimulation. Your lower stomach feels like it’s about to explode and your body throbs involuntarily. It’s too much. Are the previous four orgasms not enough for him?

“Da–daddy…” you sigh shakily. Your whole system is exhausted and overwhelmed. His tongue is devoted to taste every single drop of nectar you offer, his face now buried in your cunt entirely. He smiles against your nether lips when you moan out his name, toes curling where they rest over his shoulder.

“What is it?” Yeonjun pulls out for a second to murmur huskily, those predatory eyes searching for yours. Without waiting for your answer, he immediately attaches his lips to your pussy again — as if it’s the oxygen to him. However, his eyes remain trained on you. He knows exactly what his mouth can do to you, and he surely is not hesitating even at the slightest.

The tears you’ve been holding back for so long break out of the dam of your eyes, an intense feeling knocking the air out of your lungs. You don’t know if it is euphoria or despair, your body giving up entirely. Yeonjun curses when he feels your spongy walls squeezing his tongue. He holds your trembling body firmly, making sure to slurp up all the juices that gush out of your weeping hole.

“No– no more, d–daddy, please… hurts–” you cry out, trying to thrash around helplessly. Yeonjun climbs up your body in record time, holding your face in his hands and wiping off the tears with his thumb. Your body keeps convulsing under him, a string of incoherent words leaving you.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, I know, baby. I’m so sorry for hurting you. You are the best girl, aren’t you, hm? Shhh, daddy got you. I’ll take care of you and run you a bath and put you to sleep, okay?” He tries to shush your sniveling, hugging your smaller frame tightly against him.

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#🪄; things i’ve written #♨️; thirst drabbles! #txt smut #yeonjun smut #yeonjun x reader #kpop smut #txt x reader #yeonjun imagines #txt imagines #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #txt scenarios #this is actually a repost btw! #edited and etc. but yeah #i should really repost all the stuff you guys requested asap #remind me to repost something whenever i go mia for a month or more #anyway... choi yeonjun i hope you know that i'm your bitch <3

[ex-mortis-evie]

!!!CW!!! Themes of addiction, obsession, intoxication, feedback.

So recently I’ve started discovering something pretty cool about the initiation of trance.

What do I mean by that?

Well, it’s kind of a long story, but trust me when I say it’s pretty cool.

So, recently I’ve been doing some research into how the brain’s affected by words.

You know, the usual speech we hear every day of our lives.

How that constant day-to-day has conditioned us over time to think certain things.

And with that conditioning comes the tingles.

Little bits of bliss in the brain that thistle and transform into different emotions.

Of course these may be anything, but they’re usually linked to relaxation, pleasure, and obedience.

That’s where the start of trance comes in.

They’re basically indicators of trance, if that makes sense.

After all, when you feel good, you get little hits of dopamine in that silly brain of yours.

And those tingles are just the direct result.

It’s nothing really new, but I do think it’s pretty interesting.

Knowing that those tingles form and how great they can feel as they multiply and build when you slip deeper into trance.

And we both know how easy that is, right?

So as those tingles multiply, your brain just kinda fogs all up.

Almost like those tingles take away your cognition.

Think of them like little thistles on your mind.

Getting stuck and multiplying more and more the deeper you go.

Eventually your brain’s just gonna get covered in that foggy floatiness that only those tingles can provide.

And see, that’s the magic of it all.

This air of uncertainty as these tingles start to really drive their way through that silly mind.

Where they just eat away at the thoughts that make you, well, you.

And that’s totally normal!

You’ll make it just fine after the tingles subside.

I mean, if they do, of course.

Oh yeah, there was one key thing I forgot to tell you about these tingles.

How do I put this?

These tingles can be uh, a little addictive.

Don’t worry! You’ll be just fine with them in your brain.

They’re not gonna take you completely over or anything without your knowledge.

Well, of course that is if you stop letting them.

They usually take a bit to really get you hooked, but so long as you’re not reading along and finding yourself needing to go deeper, you’ll be fine.

And hey, it’s no big deal, they’ll eventually subside so long as you don’t go too deep.

Yeah, they may stick to your brain for a while and get you absolutely devoted to their blissful balance of brainwrecking whimsy and blank wonder, but you’ll be fine, trust me.

So long as you’re not still spiraling away with every second you spend succumbing to their seductive speech, there’s nothing to worry about.

And even if you were, it’s not like you’d be deep enough to feel the slow spin of intoxication spiral around you as a sudden dizziness deepen every drop of your subconscious down into their sultry grasp.

I mean, at that point you’d really have to be addicted to the tingles taking away your thoughts with every second of time that passed.

By that point I doubt you’d even realize that you’re addicted, you’d just be sitting there nearly begging on your knees to have your brain fully wrapped and whisked away from you and completely surrender to the tingles.

Though of course if you were that addicted, I doubt you’d even know what I was saying by this point, you’d just be so deep and dependent that each word is just another fix for your happily hooked brain.

I wouldn’t worry about it though, your brain couldn’t even properly process worry at that level I’d imagine, it would be so far gone from you that you’d be hoping that any second now, it would be fully far away and fully taken over by the tingles.

But that would be a little crazy right? I mean, imagine having your mind so fully melted that the tingles would turn every mushy mess left of you into the perfect puppet for its desires and dreams.

Where you’d have no worry, no thought, just a deep feeling of surrender all in that body of yours.

Where you’d be hopelessly addicted to that deep drop, every time your eyes flutter down back again into trance would just be another hit of your fix.

And hey, maybe it’s already happened.

Maybe you’ve already become deeply devoted and desperate for more deep drops and directions.

To have your world thrown upside down and all around again just to have your brain be thrown right side up in it’s dizzy and droopy state for all to see just how hopelessly hooked you are.

And hey, if that happens?

You can tell me all about it.

I’d be curious to hear how your brain hooks into trance and onto the tingles.

Maybe you’d take another read of this induction.

Maybe you’d move on with your day.

Maybe you’d read some more of my work.

Whatever you feel like doing though, just know that soon this addiction will lift and you’ll be right back to normal.

That is, if you want to go back to normal.

All you have to do to keep the cycle going is read this whole little discussion out again.

You can keep reading until you’re satisfied.

Just know that you’ll wake naturally and be free of this curse once you’re ready.

Until then, stay cool and try not to be too hooked, ‘kay?

#hypnosis #hypnotism #brainwashing #mind conditioning #mind control #brain drain #hypnotized #covert hypnosis #hypnok1nk #hypnosub #hypnodom

[blurbios]

Being Dabi’s Doting S/O (Part 2)

cw: none

other: gn! reader, fluff

follow up to this

As odd as it still felt when Dabi thought about it, he had gotten used to you caring for him. The mission Shigaraki had sent him on was a long and tedious one, no intense fighting, but tiring nonetheless. He was absolutely exhausted, the only thing that kept him going was the thought of seeing you light up when he walked through the door. Nobody told you that Dabi was coming home that night, so you were sitting in bed, typing out an essay for some random college kid that commissioned you. You started writing papers as a side hustle after having met the league so that you could help keep the lights on in the place. You were nearly finished when you heard the doorknob turning. “Ah, you’re home! Nobody told me, I’m sorry. Should I run you a bath? Did you eat?” You rambled on and on as he walked closer to you, visibly fatigued. He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back, you quickly moved the laptop from your lap, careful not to delete your hard work. 

“I missed you.” He looked up at you, his head now resting on your thighs.

“I missed you too Dabi, I’m glad you’re back.” You ran your fingers through his messy hair. “How bad was it? Because I’ll fight Shiggy, I don’t care.” You hated seeing him look so drained.

“You don’t have to do that, it wasn’t bad. It just took too long, don’t worry.” He laughed a bit at the thought of you actually confronting Tomura. 

“I always worry, you know that.” You smiled down at him, taking a second to take in what was happening. Not one sarcastic remark, not one hand swat, he was nothing but genuine. He brought your free hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on each individual digit, you could feel the smile on his lips as he did so.

“I love you, y/n.” he said looking up at you admiring your features. He still had a hard time saying it, but he couldn’t believe that you were his. 

“I thought I was supposed to be the mushy one.” You joked. 

“Maybe you’re rubbing off on me too much.” He retorted like normal. He sat up and turned toward you, taking your hands in his. “Sometimes I think you’re too good for me.” You raised an eyebrow, taken aback by the sudden sincerity. “You’re so caring and kind, you shouldn’t be around people in the league, people like me.” His eyes dropped as he felt a bit ashamed. 

“If you really think all those things, you have to tell me what I can do to make those thoughts fade.” You removed your hands from his grasp and placed them on either side of his face. “I love you, Dabi. I want you to realize that you deserve good things too.” You inched closer to his face, so he had to look at you. “I mean it, I love you, more than anything.” He leaned forward to press his lips gently to yours. You both felt heat growing in your cheeks. You felt the familiar sensation of butterflies in your stomach, the same feeling as when you had first confessed to him. He leaned all his weight on you causing you to lay down. You wrapped your arms around him as he laid on top of you. 

“Maybe I am rubbing off on you too much.” You laughed. It was nice having the tables turned, him clinging to you instead of the norm. 

“I’m so lucky to have you.” He spoke lightly into your hair as he nuzzled closer. 

“And I’m even luckier.” You placed a soft kiss on his temple. You felt so lucky that he felt comfortable with you, comfortable enough to seek you out and rest his whole weight on you, comfortable enough to be vulnerable with you, and comfortable enough to show that he loves you. You were used to him doing little things, silent gestures of love, but this was new and it made you feel treasured. After all, you were his treasure, the treasure that he was lucky enough to stumble upon, and the treasure that he would never ever let go of.

a/n: i dont think every league member is gonna get a part two, but this popped in my head and i knew i had to do it. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh thank y’all for enjoying these lil stories i write btw makes me happy xx

#mha dabi #dabi my hero academia #dabi x you #dabi x reader #touya todoroki #dabi fluff #dabi mha #dabi x y/n #mha imagines #dabi headcanons #league of villains #league of villians x reader #dabi imagine #todoroki touya #bnha x gn!reader #fluff

[kissesfromcaptors]

Hallo it’s me again 😭 wanted to say I love your writing sm! Small NSFW ask. How would the others deal with a bratty mc in bed?(Sunny Day Jack, Friend, or whoever :) )

I have so many scenarios in my head so be prepared for me to come back once or twice a week lmao.

Hey there, welcome back and thanks for another request <3 that's very sweet of you and I appreciate it a lot :) feel free to drop in with as many req's as you like, I LOVE filling asks and working with prompts so please don't be shy! I chose Friend, Jack, Ren, and Alan for this request. NSFW under the cut!

Friend

Friend is going to be a brat back. You’ve just entered a brat war and it is going to end with both of you teasing each other half out of your minds. He’s such a switch that it’s a toss up on who’s going to pick up the lead, but you’re in for the teasing of a lifetime no matter who ends up on top. He’ll go between praising you and degrading you in a heartbeat, and the brattier you act, the longer he’s going to make sure you spend hearing all about how much you rile him up and how much he needs you, just as much as you’ll hear about how you’re a naughty tease and he’s planning on taking your bratty words right out of your mouth. He’s a huge sucker for power exchange, and it’s likely you’ll end up changing who’s in charge several times before you’re both completely satisfied. 

Jack

Honestly I don’t believe Jack would be a particularly hard dom when it comes to a bratty partner- he’s much less of a brat tamer and much more of a brat enabler. He finds your teasing and bratty behavior absolutely adorable, and he’s going to cave in an instant to your attitude and demands. He’ll give you everything you want, no matter how silly or demanding, and praise you for being such a cute little brat/tease while he’s at it. That doesn’t mean he’s going to fuck you any less hard, however- it’s just that he’s going to be incredibly mushy and sweet while he’s rearranging your insides. Careful, though- if you’ve teased him long enough, he might just decide you need to be edged until you can hardly take it, or cum until you physically can’t any longer, in order to leave you feeling properly satisfied. Obviously you were feeling pretty pent-up! He knows exactly how to take care of that for you, and he’ll have you so fucked-out and senseless that any bratty inclinations of yours dissolve in favor of letting him take you apart until you’re breathless and limp in his arms. 

Ren

How Ren reacts to a bratty MC would depend largely upon what personality traits they’ve responded well to while he’s been courting you. If you’ve mostly responded to his Haruko-leaning persona, he’ll be sweet and bashful while he teases you back, and he’s guaranteed to be a blushing mess while he either caves and gives you what you want from the top, or melts into a puddle while you take charge. He’ll take anything you give him, and he finds your bratty behavior intoxicating. If you tease him/ act up enough, he’s likely to beg you for more. If you’ve responded more to his real personality, however, you’re going to be teased within an inch of your life as he fucks the bratty attitude right out of you, making sure you know that you’re his desperate little slut while he’s at it, and that you brought this on by being such a needy, misbehaving brat. Either way, you’re going to end up cumming as many times as he can possibly make you, and you’ll be a whining, overstimulated mess no matter how bratty you like to be by the time he’s done with you. 

Alan

Alan is probably the most harshly reactive to bratty behavior in bed, and while he finds it absolutely adorable and enticing when you’re acting up, it’s not going to be long before he corrects that for you. Even if you’re a toppy brat, outside of tying him down and making sure you’re the one staying in control, he’s gonna pull the uno reverse of the century once he’s decided he’s had enough of you acting up or teasing him. He’s going to take every opportunity to remind you who’s really in charge, and he wouldn’t waste time on making sure you know that you’re his, through and through. You’re likely to end up pinned or restrained while he has his way with you, and every time you’ve tried to act up is going to add another bite mark to the collection he’s giving you, a visual reminder that no matter how teasing and bratty you behave, he’s still the one who’s going to have you marked up for him and screaming his name, and he’s going to make you tell him in detail exactly what you’ve done to make him riled up and how much you really wanted him to be in charge. You aren’t going to be able to walk for a while after he’s done for you, but that’s okay, once he’s satisfied he’s worked his brat into submission, he’s happy to carry you anywhere you need to go.

#my writing #stnaf #see thru need a friend #swwsdj #sunny day jack #14dwy #14 days with you #mdhm #my dear hatchet man

[hwangphoria]

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I Miss My Ex… | Seo Changbin

CHANGBIN X FEM READER.

Genre: Angst. Sad. Communication issues.

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“I just feel like he’s lost interest in me, you know? And I don’t want to misjudge it because I know he’s just busy and probably worn out… but it hurts. Anytime we’re together he’s on his phone most of the time or sleeping.”

I let out a deep sigh as I laid back onto my bed, pulling the covers back up and over my body as I had been previously before, sitting on FaceTime with my best friend Yeonjun, ranting to him about all of my problems.

He’s such a good friend.

I’m ranting about my boyfriend Changbin, and I love him, and no I’m not cheating on him with Yeonjun. I get shivers just at the thought of me doing anything like that.

He’s just… he overworks himself and whenever he comes home, he greets me most times, but he’s always on his phone whenever he’s around me… and it feels like he’s losing interest in me.

I know he loves me, believe me. I think he’s just depressed, and no matter how much I try to get him to talk to me he just won’t open up.

It’s worrying me, Because usually he’s a mushy clingy baby whenever he’s around me.

“You know how it is, Y/N. He’s an idol, and he’s having a comeback soon, he’s probably worn out because he works for a douchebag, JYP is tough, I’m so glad I didn’t get in there.”

He sighed, explaining a possible answer to me, knowing that he was right, making my heart ache in worry and pain for Changbin.

JYP is seriously a Piece of Shit.

“Well, do you have any idea of what I could do to get him to pay the slightest bit of attention to me Mr. Choi Bighit idol duDe.”

I mocked him, causing him to roll his eyes sassily before a soft smile teased at both of our lips, shaking his head before he seriously began to think of something that could work.

“Well… you know after a long day you usually get on YouTube and watch random shit. And I saw this prank that might work,”

He spoke, causing me to immediately roll my eyes and shake my head in response to the idea. I already know what he was gonna say. One of those mean stupid ass couple pranks.

“No Jun. Those are mean and I’m trying to get him to pay attention to me and not leave me.”

“But they work! He won’t leave you. Come on, if you're THAT desperate then at least just listen to what I have to suggest.”

He rebutted, causing a deep exasperated sigh to escape my lips as I shifted in my spot and thought about it for a few moments.

This could work… I’ve also watched these videos on YouTube and most of the time they work.

“Alright whatever loser just tell me what it is, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna do it for sure… I just wanna know.”

“SO. There was this one I saw where she waited until they both got in bed at night, and when he came back from the bathroom she was scrolling through her exes Instagram, sighing dramatically and falsely of course. And her boyfriend had already noticed this and was already pretty mad, but then she said I miss you out loud, and it was… this whole big thing. And eventually they made up by the end of the video.”

It was almost as if Choi Yeonjun was proud of himself for bringing up such a dumb ass idea, leaning back into his chair with his arms crossed, his face smug as I sat there, my eyebrows scrunched together as I was so highly unamused.

“How in the world do you find that entertaining, I mean… Why would you intentionally hurt your partner?” I questioned.

“Y/N, it’s not real. It’s completely fake. If you do it, it makes him realize maybe I’m not treating her well enough and I need to step up my game.”

Okay… even though it’s mean… I have to admit that the psychology does seem pretty convincing…

I sat there and thought for a few moments, subconsciously biting on the inside of my cheek as I debated my options, looking at Yeonjun’s face, a deep sigh escaping my lips as I shook my head.

I can’t believe I’m gonna do this.

“Fine. But if my relationship falls between the cracks I’m blaming you Choi Yeonjun. I will set fire to twt about you know WHAT.”

“I’m hanging up now you little shit.”

His eyes narrowed as he rolled them soon after, grabbing his phone as he uncrossed his arms, waving at the camera before hanging up the phone, leaving me to sit there in silence with my own thoughts.

Yeonjun should be the last person I take advice from…but I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try.

***TIME SKIP***

I’m going to quite literally explode into a million pieces.

It was currently 10:30 pm and there was no sign of Changbin anywhere. Not even a Text yet, and he always texts me when he’s on his way home so he can grab dinner beforehand and asks me what I want…

All of a sudden my tummy began to rumble at the mental cue, a sigh escaping from my lips as I looked out the living room window, down at the city in front of me.

This prank has been weighing on my mind all day, and I even went and bought a new shirt in the men’s department and had it on since so maybe he’d think it was someone else’s….

That sounded less cruel in my head but whatever.

Without even another thought, the sound of the keypad filled my ears, my eyes widening as I perked up and made my way over to the front door as he had walked inside, my heart beginning to race.

I missed him so much.

“Hi baby, how was workies?”

I asked softly, as he turned around to face me, a soft but tired smile taking over his lips as he ruffled my hair and walked past me and headed into the kitchen, bag of food in his hands.

Well at least we’ll get to eat together.

I thought to myself as I followed him into the kitchen as if I were a lost puppy, a slight pout on my face as he didn’t even notice my new shirt, sitting down at the bar, waiting for him to sit across from me…. But he never did.

Instead he set the bag down in front of me and turned around to head upstairs to the bedroom, causing me to take ahold of his hand, my heart practically broken into a million pieces at this point.

“Baby, sit down and eat with me! You had a long day, you must be hungry.” I pleaded.

“I’m not hungry Y/N. I ate with the boys. I’m just exhausted, okay? I just need to sleep. I’ll be upstairs. I'm gonna shower.”

He said, his tone so nonchalant it felt as if my heart was going to burst any second. Letting go of his hand, I nodded and let my eyes trail after him until he disappeared upstairs into the bedroom.

I guess it's prank time.

After putting the food in the fridge to be eaten later, I headed on back upstairs after him. Once I was in the bedroom I heard the shower running, sitting down at my vanity and beginning to unwind for the day.

After taking off my makeup and putting on my moisturizer and night cream, I quickly put on my pajamas and my glasses and crawl under the covers, my back facing the bathroom door.

Eventually he had finished his shower, and I was scrolling through my exes page, about to quite literally barf in my mouth because I cannot even stand the thought of this mother fucker.

Hearing the door click open, I act as if I don’t hear it, a sigh escaping my lips as per cue as I continued on, my heart breaking even more, not because of my ex, but because I felt stupid… having to do this to even get his attention.

Just notice me god damn it.

I then felt him lay next to me, the click of his phone charger and the sound of a sigh slipping past his lips as I felt the tears begin to prickle at the brinks of my eyes, the lump in my throat so big.

Hearing him settle in and finally stop moving is when I completely lost it….

I can’t do this stupid prank.

I started sobbing. Turning off my phone and practically throwing it on the nightstand, burying my face in the pillow as I felt my body practically melting as my heart had finally shattered.

How could he not even acknowledge me in the slightest? Am I really not important to him anymore?

I heard the light click on as I tried to steady my breaths as I cried into the pillow but I failed miserably. A few moments later I felt two arms wrap around me, and pull me to sit up straight…

I knew it was Changbin.

Not wanting to face him, I quickly took my hands and covered my eyes with them as I continued on with my cries… but it didn’t take him long to take hold of them and force me to look at him… I finally broke down.

“I tried to do Yeonjun’s stupid fucking prank to get your attention but I just couldn’t… I just…” I tried to catch my breath from crying so much and trying to talk…

“I just want you to love me again. I want to have even an ounce of your attention. Do you even love me…”

I finally managed to get out, feeling my breathing begin to calm down as the crying became less uncontrollable, his eyes looking in mine as they were filled with worry, his eyebrows scrunched together making him look all the more handsome.

I love him so much…

“Y/n what in the world are you talking about?”

He questioned, causing a huff to escape my lips, shaking my head and looking down at my lap.

“I just… don’t feel like you love me anymore. And I was trying to get your attention today… by wearing a stupid shirt I bought at the men’s section, and I was scrolling through my exes Instagram… to get your attention, per Yeonjun’s recommendation…. But I’ve consistently failed.”

I took a deep breath and wrapped my arms around him, and buried my head into his shoulder, my tear stained cheeks soaking his black shirt.

I heard him let out a sigh as he pulled me onto his lap, feeling his hand on the back of my head as he pet my hair softly, calming me down almost instantly.

He always knew how.

“Baby. I’ve just been busy. And I… seriously just haven’t had any energy lately… with the comeback coming soon they have been pushing us to our limits. But I guess I let it get the best of me. I didn’t know you felt like that.”

I looked up at him to see the pout on his lips and the tear run down his cheeks as I sniffled myself and kissed his cheek.

“I just miss you…”

“I know my sweet baby. But… I’ve been neglecting you, and I know that. You don’t deserve to be treated like that. Regardless of the schedule tomorrow… I’m going to take a break. I’ll take tomorrow off and spend it with you.”

I shook my head in response to his words, feeling his thumbs wipe my tears from my eyes.

“No, binnie, I don’t wanna be selfish. That’s your job and I shouldn’t get in-“

He cut me off by pushing his lips onto mine, humming softly before he pulled away and looked into my eyes, taking ahold of my hands and interlacing our fingers.

“I’m doing it because I want to. Because I love you.”

He whispered softly and I nodded in response, my heart nearly skipping a beat.

“Good girl.”

I practically turned into jelly at those words, thinking for a few moments before taking his shoulders into my hands and pushing his back to the bed, reaching back over and clicking off the lamp my heart nearly racing out of my chest.

“Y/N what are you…”

“Let me take care of you.”

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[purble-turble]

Read that one “Mac and Azure kidnap Wukong together” AU idea and wrote a lil ficlet for it.

All things considered, the farmer’s life was nice. Peaceful. Relaxing, even.

Azure Lion was happy here. It wasn’t his ideal lifestyle; but it was good. The labor required to farm their food wasn’t too difficult for him (if anything, the hardest part was being gentle enough that he didn’t tear the leaves off a carrot while yanking it from the ground) and the isolation was calming.

It was home. Just for now, not forever, but it was home.

“Oy, Azure!” Macaque yelled out to him. He was holding a pot and mixing it with a spoon held by his tail. “Hurry up and get inside! I’m already halfway done with dinner over here.”

“Coming!” He called back, picking up his basket of root vegetables to join the shadow. “You know, gardening would go by a lot faster if you just had your clones do it.”

“And let you slack off all day as I do all the hard work? Nice try, Bud.”

Azure rolled his eyes before placing down the basket in the small kitchen and wandering into the bathroom to freshen up.

“All freshened up?” Macaque asked when he came back into the dining room.

“I tried to be quick about it.” Azure said as he caught the dishes Macaque tossed him, going to set the table. “Where’s Wukong?”

“That’s a dumb question,” Macaque snorted as he started bringing out the food. “He’s in the nest. I tried to take him out for awhile but he’s in another mood today.”

“Don’t be rude. You know how hard this is for him.”

“Well maybe he wouldn’t be having such a hard time if he just got with the program.”

“Macaque!”

“We’re both thinking it!“ the monkey snarled as he slammed the final, steaming pot down. “If he just got his shit together we wouldn’t even be here!”

“I know that! But the sickness in his mind-“

“Oh, again with “The Sickness”-“

“He does not know what he wants, Macaque. We must be patient with him. You know what they did to him.”

Macaque’s jaw snapped shut with a click, shifting his head to avoid eye contact. Azure Lion sighed, rounding the table to gently grip Macaque’s shoulder.

“I want him back just as much as you do. And it’s easy to blame him for what happened during his enslavement to the Emperor. But Macaque, it’s not his fault.”

“…sometimes, it feels like he’s choosing not to be himself.” Macaque mumbled, staring at the table.

“Macaque-“

“He’ll just. I’ll see him go for the throat of a demon he’s fighting or start laughing at a dumb joke or just stare down an enemy with that twinkle in his eye and for just a second he’s there.”

“I’m sorry, Macaque.” Azure Lion sighed, and Macaque’s head snapped up in shock.

“What?”

“I’ve been trapped in that scroll for so long, but you’ve been trying to find and save him for centuries. It’s easy for me to judge you for losing your temper with him but I was never put into the position you were of watching him whither away. I’m sorry.”

“…okay, yeah, same.” Macaque said, chuckling as he shrugged off Azure Lion’s hand. “I can’t get pissed off at you for just trying to help. Now let’s stop the mushy crap and get dinner started already. You mind getting Peaches? I’m gonna check to see if we have any wine left.”

“Of course.” Azure smiled, passing Macaque as he walked down the stairs. “See if we have any peach-flavored left.”

“I’ll see what I can do!”

Azure smiled before turning to the door, taking a deep breath and summoned his sword. He started unlocking the first of many locks.

Hopefully Wukong would be calm enough to have dinner without starting a fight.

Aaaaaa Anon this is freakin awesome!! Yes, thank you for sharing this I love it 😍😍😍

Such a good inclusion of Azure insisting that Wukong is not himself and needs them to save him. I adore that motivation for these yandere type villains, and it’s something I find especially fitting for the likes of Macaque and Azure.. they just want him back to the way he is supposed to be, after all~

#ask #lionpeach #shadowpeach #eclipsemane #others writing #anonymous

[bakugoushotwife]

work trip // k. bakugo

Masterlist

He raked his hands over his face in an expression of his mild irritation. “It’s three days.” He stated matter-of-fact.

You jutted your bottom lip out and crossed your arms, always one for dramatics. “Doesn’t matter.”

“It does.” He says, matching the same posture.

“Not to me. Sorry you can just live without me but it’s not that easy for me!” You whine, throwing your arms up and letting them fall in a loud clap against your legs. A sniffle followed. Really, you tried not to be that dramatic, clearly to no avail, but at least you can say you tried.

He rolls his eyes and snorts, crossing the room and scooting your folded legs out of the way with his hip as he edges on to your side of the bed. “I won’t be without ya. We got these.” He grins, holding his phone next to his head.

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “Not the same thing, Su. I haven’t slept by myself since we moved in together!” You pout, reaching to grab his biceps in a way that begged him not to go on this mission.

His face falters, signaling to you a point he hadn’t yet considered.

Truth is, Katsuki wished he could pass this one off to his sidekicks, a different agency, anything to not take a trip away from home, away from you. He’s never been the type for mushy-gushiness and he’d be hard pressed to start now, but his heart breaks at the sight of you so upset.

And he hadn’t slept alone either. “Stop actin like I’m not gonna miss you or somethin, turd.” He gruffed, resting a rough and warm hand on your mid-thigh.

“‘M not,” you sputter out between snot fueled gasps. “I just—you do everything for me..keep me warm at night, get me water, make sure I brush my teeth!” You whimper, flailing even more forward in his hold.

Any other time he would bitch at you for getting mucus on his white wife beater, but he’ll excuse it this once. His other hand rubs soothing circles into your back, his cheek resting on your head.

“I know darlin. I know. Ain’t nobody more pissed than me. You know there’s no place I’d rather be than right here with you. So please baby, don’t make this any harder. Stop cryin for me.” He said softly, his voice still gravelly but with a warmth and tenderness so unusual for your lover.

It stopped your body-wracking sobs. “I’ll try…I jus dunno what to do while you’re gone.” You admitted, suddenly embarrassed of your hysterics. It pulled an emotional statement out of him. You leaned back just enough to get a good look at him, eyes of red that never get old staring back. You leaned in for a soft peck, sighing in surrender. You could tell that he was dreading the trip too, so you tried your best to help him pack and keep the tears to a minimum. Before you knew it, it was time to say goodbye for just three days.

“Be good, y/n. I’ll reward you when I get back.” He whispered with one final kiss, the door to your shared home closing too loudly.

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[danses-with-dogmeat]

hi! i absolutely love your writing!! the post about the companions making sole a holotape literally made me tear up. that shit went hard /pos. are you planning to add gage to the post? (personally, i think there's never enough gage content) keep up your astounding fics!

Ahh thank you so much! And I'm glad you got some feels out of that holotape post, I really did mean for some of them to be tear-jerkers 😅

But yes, you're so right, there's definitely never enough Gage out there! I'm gonna go ahead and add him to the original and reblog that one, but here is his as a standalone post as well!

Thanks so much for the ask, and I hope you enjoy ❤

Gage:

“Hiya there boss… It’s…”

*under his breath* “I hope this damn thing is even recording.”

*snorts*

 “But, it’s me. Jus’ wanted to say some stuff…"

*sighs*

“Look, it’s tough for me, I’m sure you know it more than most, but, it’s tough for me to reach out like this. I never… Well, you know this too Sole, but, I never done this sorta thing before. With the relationship and the… I don’t know, man, the arguments. Before, well, fights like this usually meant the end of things, but you said that ain’t how it’s supposed to be. We’re supposed to work through this shit, somehow, and so I… I guess I figured I’d start with this.” 

*deep breath*

“I’m sorry. Sole. There, okay? I’m sorry for bein’ an asshole, for not givin’ you enough credit, not remembering that yer new to this whole raider thing, this whole Overboss thing. And that… well, you’ve probably never been with someone like me before. I sure as hell’ve never been with somebody like you, but… What can I say? It’s hard to find folks like you out here anyhow. You’re your own breed, boss. And that’s far from a bad thing. Jus’... Well, you know me. If you’re your own breed, I’m a goddamn mutt. I’m rough around the edges, not used to tryin’ to make things work. I’ve solved a hell of a lot more problems with my knife than I have with my words, but… I wanna… Well, I wanna make things work this time ‘round, boss… Sole… I mean, you know how I feel about ya, and I… I ain’t never had anything like this, and I just don’t know how I got along so long without you, cuz… Well, Sole, cuz you just make everything better.”

(pause)

“I mean… my life’s not worth a whole lot, that ain’t no mystery or nothin’, but when yer in it… It feels like somethin’ worth having. Not like the rest of my life, oh… stumblin’ around looking for scraps of quick fixes that could make me forget how little my life really means, but… having something worth holding onto, worth bein’ around for… that’s what it’s like with you.”

*dry chuckle*

“And to think, I was stupid enough to think that one little argument was worth losing all this over. Worth losing the only thing in my life that really makes it worthwhile. Cuz that’s what you are, baby. That’s what you are to me. Even though I don’t say it a whole lot… It don’t mean that I… That I don’t mean it, you know?”

*sigh*

“I can’t be the easiest to get along with, I’m sure. I’m so damn hard-headed most of the time, and I always act like I know what I’m talking about, which… Well, you know that usually ain’t the truth.”

*chuckles*

“But somehow you got the patience for all this. All my shit. And… I may not always be the sharpest knife in the drawer, or whatever the saying is, but I know what I got with you. I know what you’re worth, baby, and it’s more than I got, and I know you bein’ with me at all is a charity, but… Well dammit, I hope I got some worth to you too, cuz I just… I need you now, Sole. I wanna be worth the headache and the patience, and I wanna work through the fights and learn how to make it up to you. I never had this before… I never felt this way about no one. I don’t wanna lose it. I can’t… lose you. Things jus’, well, they just wouldn’t be the same…” 

*deep sigh*

“I know I’m going ‘round in circles a bit here, but you know apologies ain’t really my strong suit. An’ neither is all this mushy stuff, but I’m trying all right? I’m trying for you. And I’m gonna keep on doing that until you tell me you can’t stand it no more. It’s just the kinda reckless, hard-headed, stubborn fool I am, Sole. Gonna keep telling you how you changed it all for me, how you’re so damn incredible it makes my chest hurt, how I… Well dammit. Guess I’ve gotta say it now, huh? Look, there. You did it boss, you got it out of me. Damn near slipped out before I could even catch it too. Nasty little words, but… It’s never been truer. I love you Sole.”

(pause)

*comical sigh*

“And while we’re at it, might as well say I’m sorry again, too. There. You got both outta me. Got it all. There’s nothing left for you to take, baby, all my cards just out on the table like that and I forgot how to fucking bluff.” 

“soft chuckle*

“Nah, but… I mean it, Sole. I ain’t nothin’ without you. Next time we fight, just pull this shit outta your pocket and I’ll shut right up, I promise. And… If I’m ever not sayin’ all that… All that I should, if I’m being an ass like I do sometimes, just listen to this while I’m off sulkin’ somewhere. Cuz it’s true. It’s all true, and no amount of me bein’ pissy or stubborn is gonna change that... Is gonna change the fact that… Well, dammit, I do, I love you, Sole.”

(pause)

“Greedy bastard, you’ve gotten it outta me twice now, so you should be all caught up for awhile… Just don’t use it against me too often, okay? Don’t abuse this shit, or you definitely ain’t gonna hear it as much, I’ll tell ya that.”

*chuckles*

 “Alright, don’t know when this thing is gonna run outta tape, but it’s bound to be close. I’ll, ah, I’ll see ya soon, baby.”

*click*

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[moonsapprentice]

Me after disappearing off the face of the earth then posting a fanfiction literally no one requested : 😝❤️

⋆ ✶ ✷ 𝔏𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 ✷ ✶ ⋆

Established relationship, smut, fem reader (sorry), slightly subby Eduardo, nipple sucking, brief fingering, vaginal sex

Being awoken by gentle touches and small smooches wasn’t the way you expected to be woken up. However, that’s what happened.

You and Eduardo were home alone, Jon and mark being out of the house for the night. You’d spent the afternoon watching movies and kissing and having a fun time with eachother. Once you got sleepy, you fell asleep cuddling as he spooned you from behind.

Suddenly though, you’re lulled out of your peaceful slumber by big hands touching you. One hand loving on your hip and the other halfway up your shirt caressing your tummy. The poke of stubble and the brush of lips touch your neck.

With a yawn your eyes reluctantly open, as you already know who it probably is.

“..ed..?”

You mumble breathily. Eduardo smiles brightly as you open your eyes.

“Hey, sweatheart. How’s my favorite gal?”

His voice has a slight husky quality, as if he’s been sleeping too. However the small purple circles you see in the corner of your eyes say otherwise. He lifts up her shirt a bit for more skin to skin contact.

You seem a bit confused, wondering what’s happening.

“…’m okay…is something wrong..? What time is it..?”

Eduardo glances at the clock.

“…looks like it’s 2am.” He says a little sheepishly, still rubbing her hip. “Nothin’ is wrong, baby. don’t worry”.

“Well then why’d you wake me..?”

You ask in a mumble as you feel the slightest bit of irritation. snuggling into your pillow, he continues to gently touch your hips. He occasionally even moves down to your rear end or up to right over your ribs

“Well, you know..”

He looks a little more embarrassed, which is strange. Usually he’s quite arrogant and cocky. Even when he’s being mushy with you.

“We haven’t done it in a few days.”

Eduardo says in a low voice, making sure to keep his voice low enough to not disturb her too much. He gives her hip a few gentle squeezes as well.

You blush as your irritation goes away partially. You’re still a little pissed he woke you up at 2 in the morning to have sex. However, you’ve also been feeling a little pent up. You also know how high your boyfriends libido is.

With a heavy sigh you rub your eyes and glance back at him. He does that little goofy smile of his that you just can’t say no to. You flip to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Eduardos smile turns into a big grin when you flip to face him. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close, nuzzling into her neck with a low hum.

“Thank you….I know you’re tired I was just…”

He tries to find a word, but can’t. He just sighs and kisses your neck with a slight roughness

“…it was just keeping me up. I was gonna wait until morning..”

A small moan escapes your mouth as his lips move around to the front of your throat.

“It’s fine.”

You smile slightly, gently massaging his neck and shoulder as your head tilts back. His lips make their way up your neck and towards your jaw, his stubble scratching you a bit. You shiver, which makes him grin in return.

Ed presses his big body against you, making his bulge apparent. When you cup his cheek it twitches in his pants

“I haven’t even done anything yet…” you mutter, amused he’s so hard so quickly.

“…I’ve been wanting this for hours..”

Ed says huskily, groaning quietly when you press a kiss to his lips.

Eduardo sighs in pure pleasure, his legs slightly trembling. He squeezes you close, pressing his body into yours. Eduardo arches his back when you kiss up his neck with the utmost care, looking like he might pass out at any second. Your gentleness is really getting to him.

With a soft chuckle, you press a kiss to his pulse point. Eduardo sighs and melts even further when you do so. Before he can say anything, he simply makes a low, animalistic noise in his throat.

“Whoa, what a noise.”

Eduardo laughs, burying his face in her neck.

“You made me do that..” He says in a quiet voice.

You smile, already knowing that. You press your sweet lips to his neck once more, licking your lips before you do so. He takes in a sharp breath as you suckle on him. his hand instinctually grips your hip like it’ll save his life.

As your tongue brushes his neck he moans quietly and grabs onto you tighter. His eyes flutter shut while you pull your lips away, which causes an audible ‘pop’.

“Fuck…well…I should’ve expected that…we always leave behind a few marks.” He smiles weakly. You simply hum in response, too busy focusing on how his slightly hard cock has become absolutely rock hard in his pants. It’s like a lump of coal was dumped in there.

It doesn’t help that he’s wearing grey sweatpants as pajamas.

With a small bite of your bottom lip you just can’t hold back and you trail your fingers down his spine. Eduardo shivers slightly when you touch there.

“That’s my spot..” He whispers, nibbling on your neck.

However, your hand goes lower. It dances along his body, trailing across his ribs, his hip, his waist, until you stop right above the lump. There’s a small wet spot on his pants. That’s where precum is dribbling out you imagine.

Eduardo’s breathing becomes faster, and his heart pounds in his chest. He looks at Raine, his gaze wide and his pupils dilated. He lets out a low groan. The tingles in his belly turn to fire, feeling like he’ll cum if you so much as poke his dick.

You chuckle loudly, giving a small rub. That incites a noise to escape the back of his tight throat. Ed is gripping onto your shirt for dear life. However, you move your hand back up. You run your hand up his tummy and his chest. He grumbles, feeling as if his groin is on fire.

Eduardo tries to act tough but simply can’t when he’s around you.

“You’re cruel…” he murmurs, sounding like he’s pleading for you to show him some mercy.

To his dismay you just chuckle mischievously. One of your hands rubs his chest while the other pulls the neckline of his shirt down. The man groans as he feels your tongue on his collarbone.

His hand clutches your tit, the other one desperately lifting your shirt up for just the tiniest bit of contact. He shivers aggressively as your hands come down and part his thighs, slipping your thigh between them. It just barely touches his dick, feeling how it twitches and shakes along with his body

“C’mon baby..please…I’ve waited long enough…”

He thrusts his hips foreword a little, just desperate for friction, contact, anything. He tries to tug your shirt off.

You at least lift your arms, allowing him to rip your shirt off and see you in your bra. His hands work quick as he tugs your boobs out of the cups and his mouth latches onto your nipple.

You feel a tingle in your intimate area while his tongue traces your nip. His finger rubs the opposite one. After a minute or two he switches sides, sucking on the other one and fondling your free tit. The room fills with quiet moans and muffled groans from you and him respectively.

Finally, he pulls his mouth away. His face is flushed like he’s run the mile in grade school, and so is yours. He takes your pants off, leaving you in your underwear. You do the same to him, taking his shirt and pants off to leave him in his boxers. His erection is painfully obvious.

He rolls over on top of you, his hair messy and his grin wide as usual. He trembles, the coil in his stomach feeling ready to snap. His hands are trembling along with the rest of his body. Your knee comes up between his legs, tracing up his inner thighs.

His stomach turns into a churning ball of fire when you moves her knee so close. He gasps and looks at you with wide eyes.

“please, baby…” He says, sounding absolutely pathetic.

Eduardo makes a frustrated low sound that comes out in a moan when you move your knee down.

“My mind’s all over the place…” He mumbles before biting his lip in annoyance. You can tell that he needs a release.

You chuckle, finding humor in the desperate state that this usually macho man is in. The chuckle gets cut off by a sharp gasp however, as he rips your panties pants right off your body. It leaves you cold. Exposed. He grins at your state of wetness.

“Mm…” Ed moans involuntarily as he licks his lips.

“…I was gonna eat you out…but you’re already so wet for me…” he murmurs huskily, his pointer tracing your folds.

You shiver, your clit throbbing for just a little touch. You let a moan slip out as his thumb flicks your bud. He chuckles heartily. A soft squeal escapes you as he sticks his middle finger in.

Your face is hot and wet from sweat, your breath labored and your abdomen full of molten lava as he moves his big finger back and forth. He curls his finger forward which causes you to gasp.

“So warm…” he whispers. Eduardo takes his finger out, licking it clean. You frown, which causes him to laugh.

Your eyes light up with stars as he slips his boxers off. His hot cock springs out, dripping salty precum onto your thigh. You’re finally getting to the good part. With a surprising amount of care he spreads your legs farther apart.

Eduardo’s cock twitches as he sees how wet your folds are, how you’re so ready to take him. He could cum right now and be content with it. He bites his lip.

He lines his girth up to your hole. Slowly, very slowly, he pushes the head in. You both lose your breath, his knees going weak and your back arching off the bed.

Once he sees you’re ready he moves the top of his shaft in, then the rest, until his whole rod is inside you. At that point you’re a mess on the bed. You’re dripping wet, your belly is full of butterflies. Both of your arousal is through the roof

“…are…you ready…?”

Eduardo asks, not wanting to hurt you. When you nod he sighs and starts slowly moving. He groans loudly as he clutches your hips.

His heart palpitates as he sees your face, the way it contorts in pleasure as he thrusts into your tight cunt. As you clench your walls around him he moans in sync with you. He bites his lip hard.

Skin slaps against skin as he continues his rhythmic thrusts. He desperately wants to go faster, to roughly slam his cock into your pussy. He sighs and it turns into a moan. He holds himself back and continues his slow, long strokes.

You reach up and gently take his stubbled cheek in your hand. He leans heavily into your touch, his hand brushing hair out of your face.

“…you’re so gorgeous honey…so gorgeous.”

Eduardo murmurs sensually. His hot breath touches your face, making you shiver in arousal. A sweet moan escapes your throat when he goes faster. Your sounds have him doing what he did before: losing himself in his passion. now he’s kissing along your collarbone, working his way down to your boobs again.

He rests his forehead there as he slowly picks up the pace, moaning into your skin. Occasionally his tongue flicks out and he suckles into your nipples or between your tits.

Ed moves quicker, soon enough he’s roughly slamming into you. Moans echo all around the bedroom as wet, sloppy noises escape from the friction between your hot cunt and his big dick.

Your hands dig into him, gripping and pulling him closer. The coil in your stomach is boiling hot and about to explode. He kisses his way up your neck and your jaw, meeting you desperately at your lips. He kisses you with intense voracity. He slaps your thigh, gripping your ass and pulling you closer so he has more leverage to fuck you harder.

Ed growls loudly, so close to cumming. He bites your lip hard as he grips and kneads your asscheek. Your walls tighten around him, causing a deep groan to escape him. You can tell he’s close from the way he twitches inside you.

He slams into you harder and harder, moans coming out of your throat in rapid fire. Your back arches intensely as you get closer to your release

“ ‘m so close..”

You manage to get out. He goes even faster in response. He holds back his orgasam, wanting to please you first. And please you he does. You moan, your head whipping back as your cunt twitches and cums on him. A few seconds later he can’t hold back either. He moans and pulls out just in time, his sticky seed coats your tummy as you heave under him.

He collapses on you, panting and sweating heavily as he rests his head on your chest. It’s hot and humid, your skin sticking together. You heave in sync, panting to get air in your lungs. The oragsam was so powerful between both of you.

He grins and squeezes your ass, knowing deep inside him he needs a second round.

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[coffeeghoulie]

Mushy May Day Three: Pre/Post Show Rituals

Day Three of @forlorn-crows Mushy May prompts (i requested this prompt i’m gonna write it lmao)

Pairing: Cirrus/Cumulus/Sunshine, background Swiss/Rain

Words: 656

Contains: The girls being sweet

It’s thirty minutes until showtime. The ghouls, unlike their human counterparts, can hear the opening act from the green room, the bass and the rumble of the crowd ever so slightly shaking the walls. Cirrus pays it no mind, choosing to focus on Cumulus sitting in front of her. 

The eight of them have their human glamours up, their fangs, claws, horns, and tails safely hidden away from the unknowing venue staff. Cirrus watches as her strangely blunt fingers weave Cumulus’s thick, white hair. The glamours, even after a few tour cycles, are still fascinatingly new. 

Cirrus slides a bobby pin into her hair, securing the braid to her scalp, and without saying anything, Cumulus reaches back and hands her another pin. 

“Thank you, songbird,” Cirrus says, prying the pin open on her dull human teeth, and continues to braid. Cumulus hums, trying not to disturb Sunshine, who sits in front of her doing her facepaint. 

Sunny’s hair, pushed back with a headband, is short enough to fit under their stage masks without much fuss. Her face is already painted black around her mouth and nose, and her brow furrows as she focuses on Cumulus’s. 

Across the room, Swiss ties up Rain’s shoulder length hair into a neat bun at the nape of his neck. His nose has been painted, his jacket hangs open, and he pulls the cloth mask tight against his mouth. Swiss grabs Rain’s helmet, and before he puts it on over Rain’s head, he taps his shoulder. 

Rain turns around, and Sunny can see the question in his eyes, his head cocked like a puppy.  Before Rain can open his mouth to speak, Swiss presses a kiss to his unpainted cheek above his cloth mask. It leaves a smudge of black against rapidly heating skin, and Swiss sets the helmet in place, lacing the back up the way Rain likes.

Turning back to Cumulus, Sunny sets down the makeup brush. Cumulus hums, brow furrowing. Sunny giggles, eyes darting up to Cirrus’ still bare face before coming back down to Cumulus. 

“I can hear the gears spinning, Sparky,” Cumulus says. 

Sunny smacks a big kiss on Cumulus’s cheek, pulling away satisfied at the mark it’s left. “Sunny,” Cumulus whines. “You’ve messed up your paint.”

She reaches out and runs a thumb over Sunny’s now paintless lips. Sunny snaps her teeth playfully. 

“Give me the paint and I’ll fix that for you, Sparky,” Cumulus says, reaching out for the tube of grease paint. 

“Sure thing, dove,” Sunny says, handing over the makeup and the brush, taking the handful of bobby pins in trade. Cirrus pins another section of braid down, and as soon as both of her hands are off of her head, Cumulus darts in and presses a kiss to the center of Sunny’s forehead, leaving her own mark. 

“They won’t see them on stage,” Cumulus whispers. “But we’ll know they’re there.”

“Aw, how sweet,” Cirrus says, gently moving Cumulus’s head, finishing off the braid wrapping around the crown of her head. “I don’t suppose I could give you girls one once I’m painted?”

“Of course, Cir,” Cumulus laughs. “As long as we each give you one too.”

“That sounds like a deal,” Cirrus says, quickly braiding her own hair, tying the braid at the nape of her neck. Cumulus turns around and urges Cirrus to sit down in front of her, which she does without hesitation. 

Cumulus makes quick, thorough work of Cirrus’s face paint, but not before she presses a kiss to her right cheek. The moment she sets down the paint, Sunny leans over Cumulus’s shoulder to press a kiss to her left. 

Cirrus quickly kisses each of their cheeks, leaving her own mark on her ghoulettes. “Alright, let’s mask up and go, the opener’s finished. Papa’s probably waiting.”

Sunny and Cumulus grin at each other, and it’s the last thing Cirrus sees clearly as she pulls on her helmet. 

#mushy may #my writing #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #the band ghost fanfiction

[skylarmoon71]

Rapheal (TMNT 2014/2016) - Chapter 4

A part of you dreaded this day.

“I know Leo is going to be exhausted after the shift, so I figured I’d lighten the load.”

April is rambling about something or the other. You don’t truly register it.

“I can tell that you have other things on your mind.” April chuckles. You wonder how she even knows, but the coffee now spilling on the counter is enough evidence. You curse, moving the cup over the sink as you hastily clean up the mess on your counter.

April watches with a little grin.

“Does this have anything to do with a certain ninja?”

You scoff, trying to play it off, but she sees right through you. You have no choice but to confess.

“I-I want to celebrate with him, but Raph doesn’t seem like the type.”

April looks very excited.

“Are you kidding me, he’s dying to spend Valentine’s with you.”

“Really!”

“Definitely. I have a very valuable source that told me he’s even gonna get something mushy.”

You squint.

“Valuable source eh?”

“Yep, can’t say who. Just make sure you up the ante. Make it as romantic as possible. Trust me, Raph’s a big old teddy bear.”

You can’t help but feel hopeful.

“Okay, I’ll do my best.”

What’s the worst that could happen?

~Later That Day~

“Crap.”

Raph had dealt with a lot, but this just wasn’t his day. After his patrol, some thugs thought it would be a good idea to mug an old lady. While he’d managed to subdue them, his gift had taken a hit. The bear he bought had its arm practically ripped out. The box of chocolates carried a very prominent dent. He placed the battered items on the roof with a frown.

He felt like shit showing up without a gift that he’d already had his mind set on giving you. But it felt almost disrespectful to give those poorly presented items. He just turned his back, heading for the fire escape. As he slid down the metal, he could hear your humming from the other side of the window. With a knock, he waited for the window to open.

“Raph.”

Your voice was steady, and you looked so excited. It was like a gut punch. He climbed through, trying his best not to look at you. When he straightened, he could see you looking past him. You seemed a bit distracted. When you finally looked at him, you gave a nervous smile. You were fidgeting, and when he took in the way the room was set up, it made sense.

The lights were dim, a few candles around the room. Your television was set up and he caught the scent of pizza, along with some drinks on the table. There were a few fancy glasses he’d often hear April threaten them about whenever they visited her apartment. From her tone he could only assume they were expensive. Used for special occasions.

The longer he stood there the clearer it seemed to become that this was meant to be a romantic valentine’s day date night.

And he’d show up empty handed.

You were shifting on your feet.

“I…”

You weren’t sure what to say. Raph has a frown on his face. He looked upset, and it made you second guess everything you’d done. When April insisted that Raph was interested in celebrating Valentine’s Day, you were ecstatic.

A bit in disbelief, but happy nonetheless. Since you’d made the declaration not much had changed. He was still the same hot-tempered male you’d met. But he was possibly just a bit sweet around you. Raph was not someone who showed affection easily, and you understood that. That’s why it felt a bit awkward. Because maybe April had read the entire situation wrong and he absolutely hated the holiday.

“Raph I’m sorry.” You finally forced out. You deflated.

“I-I shouldn’t have just assumed that you would be fine with this. I should have asked if you were comfortable. A-April said that you were happy to celebrate that you would even pick out a gift so I got this all together and even bought you-” You stop yourself before anything else is said. You shift back, and he catches the way you seem to gently nudge something with your feet behind the couch.

“Just forget I said anything.” You mutter.

There didn’t seem to be a way to salvage this. When Raph huffed and went right back out the window, you were certain that you’d thoroughly messed up.

“Damn it! Stupid, stupid! Why would you not ask him! This is Raph!”

You began going on a rant in your head, just in time to hear Raph’s feet land again on the fire escape. When he crawled back through the window, you didn’t expect the items you saw in his hand. He still looked a bit agitated.

“I got this for ya. But a bunch of idiots robbed a lady and things got out of hand.”

The teddy bear’s arm was almost completely severed, and the dented box was hard to miss.

“Figured you deserved better than some beaten gifts.”

You could see how annoyed he was at the fact that the gifts were tattered, but for some reason, you couldn’t be happier.

He had every intention of coming over and celebrating. You were so worried you had crossed a line, or pushed too quickly. But he was just a little embarrassed that his perfectly planned gifts had been ruined.

Raph placed them on your table, looking away.

“It’s fine if you wanna throw them out. They aint much to look at.”

You couldn’t stop yourself. You moved forward, wrapping your arms around him.

Raph obviously didn’t expect that response. You buried your face into his chest laughing at how easily you’d gotten into your own head.

“Thank you Raph!!”

He was completely and utterly confused. When you finally pulled away, he could see the light blush dusted on your cheeks.

“Ya aint mad that you stuff got trashed? I thought chicks liked that kinda thing?”

Truth is you could care less if he bought you something. The simple fact that he intended to spend the day with you was enough.

“I just wanted to spend time with you Raph. When you got here looking angry I guess I just thought that April forced you into something that you didn’t want to do.”

The ironic part of this is that he’d gone to April for help in picking something you would like.

Looks like the both of you were just fools in love.

~

When the air was clear, you both sat down watching a movie. Action of course. The second he saw Vin Diesel he was hooked. So as the scenes of bloodshot ran across the screen, you took your time studying him. All those talks you’d had with Raph, you weren’t sure how you had missed this. The both of you were still trying to figure out what this was. You were grateful in a sense that nothing had changed drastically.

With Raph it felt sort of…natural.

It’s possible that you’d been staring too long, because he looked in your direction, and you straightened, averting your eyes from his form to focus on the screen as you cleared your throat.

“D-Do you want some more pizza? I’ll get it for you!”

You had every intention of making a sprint to the kitchen so you can gather your wits. Raph stopped you, taking your hand softly.

“Why do ya keep staring at me, it’s creepy.”

“I-I wasn’t staring!!” You defend. He just gives you a blank look.

“I’m a ninja, remember.”

Sometimes you wish you could forget, if nothing but to avoid hearing him mention it ever so often. He released his hold, and you play with the string on your shorts.

“I guess it’s just nice to see you smiling for a change. You’re always wearing that perpetual frown. “

“I don’t frown.”

“You’re doing it right now!”

“That’s just the way my face is!”

You can’t help it, you release a giggle, and Raph grumbles under his breath.

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up.”

You do your best to stifle them. Because even his little angry face is kind of cute.

“I guess there are some adorable sides to you Raph.”

“I aint adorable!” He continued to protest, but your little gift bear said otherwise.

“Raph, really, thank you for tonight. I like this. Being here with you.”

There’s no longer teasing in your tone. Just a smile on your face. Raph curses internally. A part of him feels like he doesn’t deserve this. His pride had almost jeopardized a great night. He lowers his head.

“Sorry about earlier.”

“Raph you don’t have to keep apologizing I understand.”

He gets why you would say that. As much as he’s enjoyed the night, there’s something that has been eating at him.

“Did ya mean it when you said you wanted a chance.”

You’re a bit puzzled, but when his eyes turn on you, it seems to clear up everything.

“Loving me ain’t gonna be easy. I’ll probably keep making dumb mistakes.” He scratches his head a bit.

The mere fact that he feels the need to inform you of this shows maturity. As boneheaded as he acts sometimes, he knows his flaws. No one is perfect. Certainly not you.

“I don’t think it was a mistake.” His hand lowers.

“Raph, you tried to hide the gift because you care. You cared about my feelings and you wanted to show that with a beautiful present. You were willing to come here empty handed because you thought I deserved better. "

From the look on his face, it’s like you’ve read his mind.

“Don’t go reading into that.” He mumbles.

There is that tough guy act again. He’s too much.

“Must be hard carrying around all that ego on the back of your shell.”

You playfully tease, nudging his shoulder.

Life with Raph would no doubt be the best thing you’ve ever experienced.

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