#i love me a savage sweaty man

[suguruplsr]

WEAR YO’ BONNET

<3 Men who fuck you so good you’ll need your hair wrapped next time. Yes, that’s all folks.

<3 Reference: should’ve wore a bonnet by 21 Savage + Brent Faiyaz (my man)

w/ Geto Suguru , Gojo Satoru , Nanami Kento , Fushiguro Toji , Sukuna ; (individual)

,, x POC! fem reader , switch in Satoru’s part + Sukuna puts you on the floor , this is pure filth , office sex , breeding kink + belly bulge , praising + degrading , nipple play + sucking n’ biting , spitting in the mouth , overstimulation , manhandling , oral (f) + clit play , light choking , creampie + all unprotected , not proofread , lmk what else <3

Wc: 3.2k

Dividers @/enchanthings

Geto Suguru

♪ “I wanna feel your stomach..”

Your hands fly behind you, weakly trying to push away the strong man behind you. The same man abusing the fuck out of your pussy. “C’mon baby, you can take another.” Suguru swats your hand away, a breathless chuckle in his voice as he pulls out from the heaven of your cunt. “Nuh uh, m’tired..” You replied as he turned you over.

Greeted with the sweaty sight of your lover, you bite your lip. God, you love seeing Suguru like this, all pent up and clearly eager, with the way he spreads your legs out around his body, eyes focused on your soaping cunt that trickled with signs of your shared essences.

You watch the way his eyes darken once they trail up to your stomach. His muscles visibly tightening and mouth watering at the sight of his cock poking just a tad bit into your belly. You, oblivious to his new found obsession, frown from his stillness. “Sugu.. fuck me already.” You whine, reaching up to his chest, but soon, your back arches once your lover presses the bulge on your stomach.

“If it’s like this, then I wonder if I can fill you up with so much cum it shows..” Your boyfriend mumbles, groaning from the sounds of your quiet whimpers, “I don’t think that can happen..” You try to deter him from his thoughts, knowing that once Suguru gets worked up about something, it’s hard to change his mind.

But the mere thought of him treating you like a cum dump for this dirty experiment isn’t such a bad idea..

“Doesn’t hurt to try— Won’t pass out on me right?” He chuckles, “Maybe..” Your voice breaks as he pushes back into you, unable to comprehend the first part of his words with his cock snug and base slamming against your pussy. You cry out, your hands darting to his shoulders as he leans down, fingers digging hard into his skin with each unforgiving thrust he gives. Suguru meets you with a kiss, knowing his roughness tonight might leave you unable to be coherent for a while.

Who said it’s a bad thing?

“Shh, you can take it; yeah, that’s my girl.” He whispers against your lips, eating up all of your tiny sobs and biting down on your bottom lip. He knows just what to say to have you pilant and dumb for him, “You’ll take me, let me fill this pussy up like she deserves, yeah? Wanna be good? ” Your mind swirls from his continuous praise, merely nodding and trying to blink away your tears.

His lips curl, an amused noise leaving him before he shoves his lips against yours once again, tongue slipping between your obedient lips as he rocks his cock into you teasingly. With your pussy and his cock pressed tightly together, it was hard to get anything from his small movement, but the nudges at your sweet spot was enough to have you moaning in his mouth.

Suguru pulls away with a pop of his lips, licking them, satisfied. He brings a hand up to your chin, forcing your mouth open, “Gonna fuck you so good y’r gonna want me for every burning second of your life. I’ll make you into a stuffed bunny whose only purpose in life is to take my dick— Hell, I’ll even mold that pussy of yours at some point. You’d like that, huh?” He murmurs, then letting a fat, sickening, glob of spit fall straight into your mouth.

Gojo Satoru

♪ “Don’t give a fuck bout’ where you goin’..”

You know your fiance can be childish at times, ignorant to your nagging whenever you bring up a growing problem in your relationship. But who knew going out and leaving him to his own devices would create a sobbing Satoru who clinged and begged for a second chance at your heart, telling you how much he thought of you and wanted you back in his arms before he’d pass out for the night.

A drunk man singing sad woes until playing you out of your panties. You forgot, “thinking of you” probably led to him opening albums of pictures he takes of you, including the ones taken in the middle of sex. I guess your friend isn't letting you stay at her house for the night after he dragged you to the king sized bed of your new home.

“Goin’ too fast toru!” You cry, hips being forcefully manhandled to ride, more like hop, in his ridiculously long cock. Your drunk boyfriend couldn’t care for your words, an unintelligible whine leaving him as he leans closer, sticking out his tongue to bite and lick at those flying tits of yours. “Mmm, y’feel so good..” Satoru’s eyes were casted over in a haze, flickering needily as his pretty lips begin to suckle on one of your nipples.

You bite your bottom lip, squeezing your eyes shut while you help rock your body onto his length. This hunk of a guy is fucking unbelievable when he’s drunk out of his mind. “Please, jus’ wanna cum in you.. don’t want ya to get away..” Satoru whines, mouth drooling onto your skin as one of his big strong hands reach and squeeze your unoccupied breast.

“But you were bein’ mean, w-won’t let you if you don’t apologize..” you tuck out your lip, the hands on his shoulders moving up to the sexy broad structure of his neck. Your nails brushing his skin make him so sensitive, a whimper escaping his throat as you push his head away from your nipples with your hand grasping his neck gently.

Satoru gives you a needy look, cerulean eyes clouded and gazing over the goddess in front of him. “Wanna hear you beg..” You whisper, pursing your lips together and looking down at him with a burn in your body. You two stop, bodies wet and sticky directly where you connect.

You watch how his brows furrowed in consideration, possibly stunned with your request. If he was anymore sober, he’d probably push you into the sheets and tease the hell out of you, but you're glad he isn’t. “Baby, please, m’sorry for calling your idea stupid n’ y—“ You cut him off with a soft kiss, “and for ruining my curls last night?” You quip, smiling when he nods quickly.

“Uh huh, sorry for tuggin’ on em, and for makin’ you mad earlier, should’ve stopped messin’ with ya while you were doin’ y’r hair.” Satoru speaks hushed, littering the bare of your chest with kisses while his hands grip the plush of your waist tight. Your humming and brushing of his hair makes his cock twitch inside you. You sure are taking your time, contemplating his words with a sweet smile.

“I guess you’re forgiven.” Yet, you push him down into the bed, body high and facing him as you leave him no time to process, hips moving up with newfound energy. a sound of confusion, mixed with a low “fuuck”, leaves your fiancé. You pin his hands to his chest, leaning down and using them to stabilize you while you ride him, “No touching.” You whisper, watching as he throws back his head, thighs trembling under you.

Nanami Kento

♪ “It’s truly a blessin’, you can make all the mess that you want..”

Delivering lunch to your husband gone wrong? You found yourself splayed on the luxurious couch beside his desk, legs forming a 90 degree angle with one on his shoulder as he eases his cock into you slowly.

“There you go sweetheart— just wanted some cock yeah? Acted like a cute sweet wife for me,” Kento sucks in a breath as you clench unbelievably tighter around him. “Just so I can give you a big thank you huh?” You mewl from his words, nodding your head eagerly. “Mhm! I just love it when you— fuuuck me like this.” You drawl as your husband pushes down onto you, his gorgeous face above yours. In the midst of your cute little whimpers, Kento smiles, pressing kisses among the skin of your face.

Your watery eyes looked up at him with just so much want, lips messy and puffy after a heated make out session. God, to think an uptight man could get so down and dirty like this. Kento groans, finally moving, making you react with your hand going up to his shoulders, but they fall to his large chest, clawing and leaving marks as the sounds of his body meeting your body reverberate throughout the office.

“Ken! L— love you so much!” You cry out, trying your best to keep your eyes on your husband whose composure was slowly falling apart. Kento thanks himself for investing in sound proof walls, knowing he could never want to not hear your screams and moans as he fucks you till you can’t speak.

His stomach twists with your words, a hand bigger than your head, going to your neck and lightly squeezing the flesh, “I love you too baby. C’mon, lemme make you cum.” He mumbles against your lips, “Don’t care how messy it is; wanna make you feel good sweetheart..” He speaks between kisses, thrusts falling into harsh and loving strokes that masks your mind woozy each time.

You two can’t care for the professional environment you two are in, knowing Kento would cancel whatever meetings he’s missing at the moment. Just accidentally worked into overtime, he’d say.

Your bent leg over his shoulder starts to ache, not from the stretch, but the digging of your lover's nails, his eyes focused and hair sticking to the sweaty skin of his forehead. However, you know you aren’t fairing all too well yourself, stammering “I love you”s that he takes within his lips as he pounds you.

“Ken.. gonna cuum!” You heave, breath leaving you with each sound of your bodies meeting together rang through the office. The sounds between you get wetter, slick forming and a stickiness between your legs. “Go ahead my love, all yours..” Kento seals that promise with yet another kiss, taking away your oxygen as you cream around him with a muffled scream. The constant ‘pap!’s end with one deep thrust that kept your juices deep in.

Kento finally pulls away after the intoxicating feeling of your orgasm. Just knowing he can make that lewd expression you have now, legs shaking and body limp.. it does something to him. “This time, I’ll let you cum with me. Like that?,” He speaks as if you can even process his words, but knowing it was from his warm heart, you nod slightly, shocks running through you with his movement.

He moves his hips back, running his hand along your leg soothingly and eyeing the strings of cum that wobble where your two meet. He gives a groan, sliding back into you suddenly and emitting a moan from you, “Anything to make you happy..”

Fushiguro Toji

♪ “Grab the sheets, I wanna see you runnin’..”

“Stay fuckin’ still.” “I can’t do that when you’re givin’ me tiny ass cat licks.” You get a huff in response. Maybe annoying the hell out of your neighbor in your apartment building for three months finally gained you something. Considering your daily conversation went from him blatantly saying you needed head after you cussed him out, to you— Well.. getting head. From him of all people.

“Just tryin’ to be be gentle with ya.” Toji clicks his tongue, deepening his knee into the cushion of your bed as he grips your thighs from under. He misses your stupid retaliation as he takes in the scent of your body, coconut. And it’s fucking addicting. Your glistening pearl and pussy just needs him. Especially with how your nagging is starting to annoy the hell out of him.

He doesn’t warn you, his surprisingly long and fat tongue immediately making contact with your wet pussy. Toji pushes his head deeper, already having expected you to thrash and pull as you are now. Those disgustingly humongous hands wrap around your plump thighs, man handling them himself and working them open like a clock.

“Holy shit— Didn’t expect a grump like y-you to be good at this..” You fight to bite down the noises that want to erupt from you. Yet, you still try to egg him on, even if he could split open your legs just to dive deeper into your cunt.

Which he does, head coming up for breath as he licks the leftover juices on his lips.

“Just shut the fuck up. I don’t like entertainment with my meal.” He scoffs, making you yelp as he pulls you closer with a yank. His body sits up a bit, head pushing as far as it can into your pussy. You moan shamelessly as his nose nudges your clit, mouth open and kissing your folds as his tongue slips into your hole.

The muscle drags and flicks unintelligible designs into your cunt. His jaw might lock with how ferocious he eats you out, but he isn’t complaining with the way you taste, your smell invading his senses and your body forcing him to use all his strength to keep you from crushing his head.

His eyes flicker up to you momentarily, a smirk wanting to form once he realizes you complied to his wishes. Well, it’s not like you can say anything when you’re gripping the duvet tightly, head thrown back with whimpers and moans. Fuck, your bare neck looks so damn delicious under the light of your room. Toji knows your hand will soon dart down to grab his hair, especially after he kisses your clit, then stimulating the bud with a suck and lick.

Him repeating the process forces a wanton moan from you, embarrassingly pornagraphic as you tug his hair, “Oh fuuuck! Shit I’m g-gonna cum if you keep..” Your voice breaks off as he follows your command, groaning from the taste of your juices and focusing on your hole again. But he doesn’t insert it, instead letting the fat pink monster of a tongue in his mouth glide along your wet folds, and once it reaches your clit, it rolls dangerously around the sensitive pearl.

Just a few movements of his repetition has you giving a silent scream, head delirious and tremors vibrating through you as the man opens his mouth wide to suckle at the cum and juices that release from you. Yet Toji has no thoughts of stopping, swatting your hand away, “Wait— I can’t take it!” You cry out, having half the mind to not rip strands out of your neighbors hair and holding onto the sheets with all your might. His head moves side to side, eating out every last drop from your haven and overstimulating you in the process. You’d best enjoy it while you can, considering the eviction notice hanging on his apartment door, or maybe you can keep him and that mouth of his after today.

Sukuna

♪ “Fuck where yo’ bed at, bitch, get down on the flo’..”

“Cryin’ for what?” Sukuna hisses pushing you through the front door he hurriedly unlocked. You sniffle as he locks it behind him, big hand immediately darting to your neck and continuing your messy make out session, “nothin’..” it was definitely not, nothing. Especially with how fear and arousal began to brew in you from the way he man handles you, pussy aching as your boyfriend bites your bottom lip.

Too fed up with his anger from earlier, he chooses to attack those ruined lips of yours, that sexy brown lip liner all gone and lip gloss on his lips instead of yours. You’re forced to stumble in the direction of your room, walking backwards while your boyfriend’s lips smack against yours. “F-fuuck, Kuna— wait..” your whiny voice doesn’t reach his ears, trying to get him to stop so you two can situate yourselves as you reach the room.

“What? Think I won’t take you right here?” Sukuna questions, voice low with an annoyed timber and his face lowered to meet your eyes. His fingers hold your chin, watching how you bite your lip, wet eyes flickering up to him. He groans from the sight, hard on pressed against your thigh and his hands going to slide down your cutesy skirt as you take a few steps back, trying to lay onto the bed. But you ended up on the floor with a forceful pull, body forming into the perfect arch with your knees burning from the carpet.

“You don’t listen huh?” “I thought you weren’t being literal..” You clicked your tongue, laying your head on your splayed arms as your boyfriend shuffled behind you. “That’s funny, you usually aren’t thinking, like when you’re fuckin’—“ Sukuna lets out a satisfied sigh as his eager tip finally makes contact with your slimy folds. After all that teasing you did today, being able to simply touch his pussy was like drinking pure cold water after a boxing match. Or better yet, eating out your pussy after making you cum in your panties. “When you’re fuckin’ flaunting around your ass like it’s a trophy.”

Sukuna finishes his sentence, head almost thrown back as he looks down at your body that lit under the evening sky peeking out your window. “Was just joking, Kuna..” you tuck out your lips, brows furrowed as you look back at him. Your boyfriend gives you his sly smirk, filling up your sloppy pussy in one swift thrust. A scream rips from you, fingers gripping at air, trying to find something to stabilize yourself, “Won’t be after I fuck you right.”

He immediately begins pounding into you, holding you by your hips was the sounds of his balls hitting your skin get louder with each thrust. “Ngh! This is so dirty Kuna!” You snivel, wanting to desperately reach a back and push him away, but all you could do is lay your head into your arms and get fucked dumb into the floor. “Yea? Just like you ain’t it?” He mocks, licking his lips hungrily as he looks down at your ass.

The jiggles it makes with his thrusts are just so hot, a peek of his cock coated in your cum makes his muscles tighten under his tee. “Nuh uh! You’re— Oh!” You’re cut off with a wail after he spanks your ass, area red and heated in its aftermath. He rolls his hips, chuckling darkly, “Don’t wanna hear it sweetheart, keep yer head down while I fuck all of the desperateness outta this pussy.” Sukuna sneers, his hand moving from your ass to your arch.

The enchanting dip of your body is just too beautiful. And to think he’s being so mean. What a fucking exhilarating woman you are, making him think about making this up to you as he’s punishing you. But he won’t falter, not yet at least. He stops his body, ignoring your unpleasant whine and grazing his fingers along the skin of your back teasingly, wanting to caress the skin.

“C’mon Kuna.. hope you’re not tapping out.” You just love to keep him on his toes huh . He cuts out his “sappy shit”, hands going back to your waist with one going further back to your ready ass, just waiting for another hit of his hand. “Oh shut it, just lookin’ at you before I fuckin’ ruin you.”

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[milky-aeons]

𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄

౨ৎ . . . now that you've tried it, you knew you would never get used to the taste of GOJO SATORU.

warnings: sexual content, exhibitionism, love-biting, marking, possessiveness, pet-names, praising, blindfolding, oral receiving, female reader, mdni, w.c 1.6k

♪ . . . ˗ˏˋ ꒰ CUFF IT (WETTER REMIX) — beyoncé ꒱ ˎˊ-

: ̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔, who had an exceptionally high sex drive. It did not matter if you had just seen him ten minutes ago or had already collapsed together into bed after two rounds, hot and sweaty. One look at your naked body gleaming under the covers of his bedsheets, or the strong swish of your hips as you walked, or even the scent of your perfume would send blood rushing right down to his cock. And he'd never be subtle about it, typical man that he was. Satoru would press his need against the curve of your back from behind and hum into your neck, kissing skin he'd never get tired of tasting.

Your heart still hammering in your chest from the climax you just came down from, you felt Satoru's arms snake around to circle you from behind. His head buried into your neck, placing little kisses on all the spots he knew you were sensitive for. He pushed his hot, hard cock you had just had inside of you into the ridge of your ass, grinding softly, languidly. Your shock was so sudden it came out as a giggle. "'t-toru...! How are you," You chuckled, deep and intimate, craning to give him better access to your neck. "Did you not... come...?" The words made Satoru release a heady groan. "'Course I did, baby... but seeing you come made me all hard, again~" He nibbled at the lobe of your ear, his hands wouldn't stop roaming against your skin, your sensitive breasts, until his fingers found the heat between your legs and began to massage your sensitive flesh. "You're just so goddamn sexy."

: ̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔, who was not shy about voicing his need for you — no matter where you were; and you were more than willing to satisfy his surprising nature. The wild rush of it made the frenzy of sex more heated for you both, especially when it was in areas where you had to keep quiet. In a public bathroom of an outdoor garden, with your back slammed against the wall of the gym showers, or on the empty terrace roof that overlooked a busy street. Satoru loved watching you repress your mewls and moans so that no one would hear you. He'd lean down to your ear as he thrusted savagely, and you felt his grin against your skin; the words he'd murmur like a tempt into sin;

"Look at you, squirmin' and pantin' for me, hmm? I'd love to fuck you in front of all them, baby girl. They'd all be so fuckin' jealous that I've the most gorgeous girl in the entire world."

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who revelled in the bruises and bites you left on his gorgeous skin just as much as Satoru loved it, too. He was like a canvas that was yours to paint, to mark, to claim. His neck, the pretty nail marks you created down his strong shoulders — so broad you could never reach all the way across. His favourite place to leave litters of teeth marks on you must have been between your thighs. You were the most sensitive on the inner area, and Satoru just loved to be a tease. Instead of putting you out of your misery, squirming and bucking into his mouth, he would move to kiss there, instead. And when he did, he'd always remind you that they were for your eyes, and your eyes, only.

"Your pretty thighs look so good, baby. I gotta leave a part of myself here, ya'know? Somewhere no other man can see."

: ̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔, who never let the distance get in between you two. As a teacher at Jujutsu Tech and the strongest shaman the society had to offer, sometimes, Satoru was summoned away. Perhaps to remote country temples where Special Grades had decided to spring up, or overseas to set a mystery that had caught his interest to rest. But even so, late at night when you needed him the most, he would come to you. With one quick clap of his hands, he would transcend time and space just to warp right into your room. Quick and ferocious and frantic, he'd have you against a doorframe or smack in the middle of your floor, before he'd kiss you long and deep and promise he'd be back soon.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔, who had a plethora of pet-names he showered you in, and even more deep, guttural praises he muttered against your bare skin;

"Fuuuck, that's it, pretty girl. You want more of my cock? You're gonna have to ask nicely." "What does my princess need?" "You ride me so well, baby. Shit — take what ya need from me, use me as yours, baby girl." "Greedy girl... how bad do ya want me? You wanna come here and fuck yourself on my cock, huh?"

: ̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔, who was born with an other-worldly hold on his colossal cursed energy reserves — but there was those rare moments when he sometimes let his power spike out as he lost control. When you bounced on him a little too good and angled your hips just right, or when you had him in your mouth and twirled your tongue around his sensitive tip — crash! A lamplight would go out. A vase would explode. You would feel the dangerous pulse of power that came from him — and giggle, taking it as a chance to tease the forever confident sorcerer.

"My love, do I feel so good that you just let your Limitless spike out?"

: ̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔, who was so very clever with his hands. Being a Jujutsu Sorcerer pushed the Honoured One to train even the more unlikely muscle groups — like those between his fingers or the junction of his wrist. And oh, were you so thankful for it when he had them inside you. He could thrum them against your soft walls at a speed that made your eyes roll back. He could stretch you open, and then lean down and insert his tongue, lapping at your entrance until you clenched around him. Sometimes, Satoru would use his entire hand and palm at your core until you were wet and slippery and all over him, just the way he liked you.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔, who always took his morning showers with you. There was an intimacy to it, of course; in how you washed down the centre of his expansive shoulders, or how he massaged the shampoo into your hair. There was also the sight of his gloriously naked body lathered in suds and foam that you would never get tired of seeing. His hair — floppy, soaked, exquisite underneath your fingers when you gripped onto it and pulled him down to your mouth. Your bodies already slick, you would fit against each other perfectly, the soft slapping noises of wet skin would send the both of you smashing through ecstasy together much more quickly than usual.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who adored how your boyfriend fucked into you with him on top — but liked just as much when you took the reigns, too. There was just something about having the strongest sorcerer of them all pinned underneath you, huffing and helpless, while you bounced on top of his cock. You would splay your hands on his flushed pectorals, he would reach behind and hold onto the headboard, thrusting his hips up to meet you in kind.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔, who was a master at shaman energy, and was always finding new interesting ways to utilise it. When you were splayed naked on his expensive satin sheets and him leaning over you — concentrating Limitless into the palm of his hands and running them all across your sensitive skin. The intensity of it — how he was touching you without actually touching you — it sent any and all of your thoughts into a tailspin.

"This is...!" You gasped when he roved over your nipples, the vibrations of the gravitational pull massaging them in a way so unimaginably good. "Improper use of shaman energy—ah!" "Oya?" Satoru murmured, and you could hear the cheeky grin in his voice. He let those terrible, terrible fingertips pass down your naval and to the ache between your shaking legs. "You sound like you want me to stop, pretty girl..." Your eyes knocked to the back of your head. "Don't you fucking dare."

: ̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔, who had a favourite position, and it involved you flipped over on your stomach and him, leaning over you, thrusting from behind. There was so many aspects that were in reach to him. He could feel the swell of your ass against his naval with every push his hips gave. He could hug you close — impossibly close, one hand braced beside your head, the other curled underneath to massage your bouncing breasts. Not only that, but it was so easy for him to lean down and whisper filthy secrets into your ear from this position — some of them going something like;

"Who's my pretty little girl? You feel so good. You always feel so. Fuckin'. Good."

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who asked him specifically to use his signature blindfold during sex. It was so coarse and dark — you could see nothing through the fabric, which was exactly what you wanted. All your senses sharpened when one of them was taken away — his touch was magnified, it felt like starbursts along your skin, like little flecks of fire. And when he'd make you come, you would do so violently. Your body would bow up from the bed like the straining bow of a harp. You would bark out his name, until he caught you, until he folded you against his heaving chest and gently lifted the blindfold from your eyes. He would run his fingers across your dazed expression and whisper;

"You are so beautiful. My gorgeous, gorgeous girl. It's okay. Come back down, come back down to me. I gotcha. Won't let ya go."

✎ . . . requested by lovely nonnie!

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[welcometololaland]

WIP WORKING WEEK PART 1: THE RING-IN (AGAIN) (not sure if this is 57 sentences exactly but here you go - TK, Carlos and Nancy go to a spin cycle class, and TK and Carlos assess the quality of the restrooms).

The spin cycle class is exactly as TK expects – sweaty, loud and full of middle aged women who are far better at riding a stationary bike than he is. On the upside, he gets to sneak looks at Carlos every thirty seconds and appreciate another perfect part of his husband’s physique: the way the muscles in his shoulders flex as he shifts the distribution of his weight, the tight swell of his ass in workout shorts, the way his skin looks golden in the dim lights, glittering with sweat. 

On the downside, so does everybody else.

Carlos is so distracting that the instructor has trouble maintaining control over the class. Despite their spin bike prowess, many of the women seem to be gradually losing interest in the class as Carlos gets increasingly sweaty. At some point, the music gets turned up, as does the instructor’s mic, trying to redirect attention to the fact that they’re supposed to be changing their resistance every few minutes. On a quick glance, TK suspects a fair few people haven’t gone up a level for half the class.

TK isn’t typically the jealous type. In fact, he feels vindicated by the attention Carlos gets because he finds the man borderline irresistible, and being in love with such a gorgeous creature has made him do some pretty insane things. Even so, there’s a limit to how much appreciation he can endure before he feels the need to savagely stake his claim.

“Stop looking like you want to murder that poor woman in her sleep,” Nancy says through laboured breaths. They’re just about to get back out of the saddle, although TK has sort of lost which part of the class they’re up to.

“Her jaw is practically on the floor,” TK mutters. “Do you think she could pick it up one of these days?”

“You can’t seriously be jealous of Janice over there,” Nancy snorts. “Have you forgotten that your husband is completely obsessed with you? He bought you a pet lizard the other day.”

“Bearded dragon,” TK corrects. “And the fact that Carlos loves me isn’t going to stop me informing the entire class that he’s gay and he’s mine.”

Nancy rolls her eyes, blinking as the sweat from her brow appears to momentarily blind her. “You need to cool down,” she says drily. “Go outside and then come back in when you’re ready to play nicely with the other children.”

“What? And look like I suck?!” TK protests. “I’m not giving Janice the satisfaction.”

“You do kinda suck,” Nancy mutters, “also – and I say this in the nicest way possible – no one is looking at you.”

“I’ve changed my mind,” TK snipes as he stops pedalling and hops off the spin bike, plucking his water bottle from the holder like it’s personally offended him. “Also, you suck.”

“Don’t forget your towel!” Nancy snickers, and then wobbles dangerously on her bike as TK pulls it off with a flourish. He feels like a matador tempting a bull, because the instructor gives him a very dirty look.

TK has to admit, once he’s back in the cool, heavily air-conditioned hallway, he starts to feel a lot better. There’s something about getting sweaty in a room full of other sweaty people that grosses him out a bit and he’s admittedly not the best at being told what to do. Unless it’s at his job, but that’s because he respects his father and Tommy more than he respects most people. A hell of a lot more than he respects any spin cycle instructor, at least.

“Hey,” Carlos says, dropping down onto the bench seat next to him. “What’s up? Are you okay?”

TK takes one look at him and wishes he didn’t, because the concern written into Carlos’ expression combined with his sweat-slicked curls and the big, irresistible brown eyes renders him completely weak.

“Yeah,” he replies. “Just sick of how good you look. Also, I don’t like spin cycle.”

Carlos arches an eyebrow. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“Yes, you did,” TK mutters under his breath, but loses his train of thought completely as Carlos cups his cheek in one hand.

“You don’t like getting sweaty with me?” he asks, and although it sounds innocent, the wink that accompanies is anything but.

“Careful,” TK warns. “The restrooms are less than twenty feet away and I’m very frustrated.”

Carlos drops his hand and looks over his shoulder, before turning back to TK with a coy smile. “Think there’s anyone in them right now? The class is fully booked and it looks like the reception area is empty.”

TK stares, mouth watering. “Who are you, and what have you done with my husband?”

“Well,” Carlos replies mildly. “You must be rubbing off on me.”

“I’ll show you something else I can rub off,” TK smirks, before taking Carlos’ hand and tugging him towards the door.

#The Ring-In (Again) #The Ring-In #WIP #work in progress #tarlos fic #911 lone star fic #911 lone star #tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #WIP working week

[minhosimthings]

Skz as Mythical creatures

Bang Chan - Werewolf. There's nothing to question here about this. Man literally gives so much wolf vibes that writers on Tumblr use wolf memes for his smaus. But also werewolves have been used throughout history to provide a sense of wisdom combined with misinterpretation. Wisdom, in the form of living and going through so much in their moon drunk lives. And like is that not Chan?

Lee Minho: A warlock. Warlocks are basically wizards who get their magic from evil sources. They conjure magic called 'blue magic' aka evil magic from shady sources and repay that debt with their own blood. They have been known to help people from time to time but only the people who need it the most, like a raped woman who no one believes. Oh also they are known to have cats as their companions! And they live very secluded lives usually in forests and grow mushrooms. My brain is dying thinking about evil warlock Minho cause my standards are so fucked up

Seo Changbin: A dragon. Listen LISTEN TO ME. I chose a dragon for Changbin, because they have many myths of false appearance. When I first got into skz, I really though our Binnie was the most serious person in this group. But then I saw how those hips moved, and I was like 'oh so he's Barbie and Shakira combined and put into one man'. Dragons are known as fierce creatures who protect the gold that they hoard and destroy villages, but how much of that is true? Mostly they do it to protect themselves and the gold which they have rightfully earned. Also they are extremely loyal and friendly once you understand them and don't harm their loved ones (yes even dragons have loved ones)

Hwang Hyunjin: Selkie. Selkies are basically mermaids, who originate from Scotish folk tales (trust me they are VERY popular here). They turn into seals in water and turn back into human if daylight or moonlight touches them, Aka if they come on land. They are very dual creatures, being pretty and kind to most humans, especially women, but they can also be the most savage beasts when it comes to men who have corrupted for their own pleasure. Their siren songs are very captivating and they are known to make art out of conch shells.

Han Jisung: A shapeshifter. Han Jisung is truly a puzzle. Like man could be intense babygirling one moment and then two seconds later literally kill all of us with wavy hair, sweaty face and those fingers playing the guitar finger kink go brr. Jisung is more fitting to the shapeshifter brand when you realise that the humans who used to be good at doing everything and not crack under intense pressure were awarded this shapeshifting power by the Gods. So yeah our fourth gen ace would definetly be a shapeshifter.

Lee Felix: A fairy. Need I explain anything? Need I even write an entire essay about this? (Already wrote it but fine). He would definitely be a healing fairy. Like he would whip up medicines and hide them in his delicious brownies to trick unwilling children into taking them (MY HEART IS TOO WEAK FOR FELIX HANDING OUT BROWNIES). He would def live in the woods in like a tiny cottage, which is decorated with creepers and vines and soft moss, where he rests his pretty wings, excuse me I need to write something on this.

Kim Seungmin: A nymph. Nymphs are actually more powerful than they are portrayed nowadays. Many of them were sons and daughters of river or tree Gods and they used to possess the quality of being able to fic someone in a trance with their voices. LIKE HELLO? MR KIM SEUNGMIN WITH THAT GOLDEN VOICE? Also they were known to be mischievous, always teasing pixies and fairies and taunting beings older than them. (I am not making this up yet legit used to taunt old trees for being so old and wise because nymphs never used to age or they would age VERY slowly)

Yang Jeongin: A vampire. Alexa play Vampire by Olivia Rodrigo please. I mean dude's literally immortal I'm telling you. He looks LIKE THE SAME PERSON EVEN WHEN HE WAS A CHILD LIKE HOW? If y'all look at me, I look like a completely different person from when I was a kid. And also there's something about our baby bread that just screams vampire vibes. Like he would totally live in a castle all alone, drinking blood and having foxes as pets.

#skz #stray kids #skz headcanons #stray kids headcanons #Bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han #felix #Seungmin #i.n #Bang Christopher Chan #lee minho #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix yongbok #kim Seungmin #yang jeongin #mythology #mythological creatures #i was bored so here ya go #my oneshots in the notes app are looking at me VERY angrily #I'LL WRITE THEM LATER OK? #bye bye now

[hoppingonjim]

groupie love [ e. munson ]

summary : groupie love but made for eddie munson. inspiration taken from the song groupie love by lana del rey. interpretation is my own.  apologies if it’s rushed!

a/n : finally i write for my lana month! and this wasn’t even meant for the first day, oopsies. oh well! link is here ,  you can request a song for a character (:

cw: afab!reader, f!reader, p in v unprotected, small oral (m receiving), dom!eddie, rockstar!eddie, groupie!reader, possessiveness, girl bringing down others if you glimpse, crushes, lowercase intentional, lover-ish story? gross french smooching!! jealousy, groupie culture.  lmk if i missed anything!

on stage he’s electric. the sexual prowess unmatched. he’s fingering the strings of his guitar rapidly, earning moans of stringing chords. the crowd is wild, bumping you, shoving you. when his eyes aren’t focused on his baby, they’re on his other baby. you.

the crowd breeds admiration. a pool for love is all looked up at the band who’s center stage. literally. figuratively. it’s not rare for some jealousy to crawl into your heart, shoving people aside and away from you. payback for all their screams and flashes. you were too above such a level of neediness, cattiness. dignity is abandoned when the hems fly to their necks, breasts on sight for a bar to see. but your man is only a man at that, it’s only natural for his eyes to bulge. pop out at the lovely sights bestowed upon him.

the shows over in a few minutes. only two smiles were fluttered your way. a disappointing blow from last week's ten. is it a habit to count? perhaps. but habits make things feel natural. you’re all musty when you’re in the cold. behind the building the bricks cradle you, kiss the soft skin of your back. eddie doesn’t wait backstage anymore, his mind and cock too eager to meet up with you. you try to be a fleeting whirl of pleasure, but as always desperation gets in the way. your desperation for such a handsome lead singer tended to destroy your brilliant plans.

“howdy there, baby. you like the show?” and he’s all sweaty too. beads of sweat roll down from rosy cheeks to bring awareness to the cheeky grin he wears. arms are welcoming, comforting when they engulf you. the musk is fine, it’s eddie. his cologne has surrendered to the smoke the bar mothers. fiery bodies are connected when he inhales deeply, the fresh scent of your perfume brewing in his senses merrily.

you don’t speak at first, pressing yourself against him, “of course i liked the show. i always like the show, you know that.” of course he knows that. an ego needs its daily feed of course. again, he’s only a man.

lips end up on each other, like always. talk was minimal. everything needed to be physical. the kiss is heated, firing up by the way his hand squeezes a chunk of your ass. he eases his actions with a ginger tap. it’s dirty once his tongue begins to find its way in your mouth. brushing your bottom lip, entangling with yours. for added filth slaps against yours. it’s not exactly a turn on, but it’s filth. everything you two are built upon. his pretty girl filthy for him, that’s all that mattered. though a current matter was getting you into the hotel.

in the hotel room, the gallery of tits he was met with no longer lingered in his thoughts. only the fact you were under him, a moaning mess. the walls plugged their ears with the constant whimpers, “fuck eddie, fuck me harder. fucking need it.”

his fingers are tight around the thick of your thigh. nail beds ghost white with each grunt from each savage thrust. skin slaps against skin, complementing your pretty moans and his nasty low grunts, “you take me good baby, pretty pussy knows her owner, huh?”

“uh-huh,” you don’t have time for words now. not when you’re mind is adulterated by him slamming into you. his mind is only a tad preoccupied by the fact your tight cunt is milking him needily, no complaints on his part however.

fingers slither around your neck, his free hand that is. a tight grip is formed, but nothing to cut off air supply. your thrown-back head is yanked upwards, your hair draping down suddenly from the sides of your head, “and who the fuck does this pretty pussy belong to?”

“you! you you you you you-” it only can repeat. he’s a record, a broken one. but your broken one. sure he could be physically possessive, but who said you couldn’t be emotionally possessive? through your fit of helplessness, you’d eventually come undone. it’s heavy and hot, your nails clawing the muscular shoulders shaking above you. and once he feels you release he pulls out , his cock throbbing. he wants to cum in you, fill you up and breed you. but you aren’t ready, he isn’t ready. a small nod towards his aching dick and your hand wraps around it, pumping him quickly. you’ve propped yourself to your knees, your limp body would have to wait. and he’s close, you can tell by how his head is tilted back, his lips are parted.

“gonna, gonna cum, put your mouth on me princess, put that good mouth on me-” he doesn’t give you time usually. a facial typically is his way to go, but you eagerly wrap your lips around him instead. did this mean something? did he not want you all messy? not want you to go through the hassle of an irritated eye and having to wipe cum off? it had to be. just had to be. little things meant the most. little things were better than- and your knocked off your train of thought by the sensation of his cum shot down your throat.

swallowing, you then pull away. your lips smack before you speak, eyes all wide while your body relays back to its much wanted limp position. you’re back to flat on your back, legs spread, arms asleep beside you. an elegant flop is what occurred in his eyes. and for him, he believed it to be more than elegant. perhaps beautiful was a better suited word.

but once the goodbyes are said he’s out the door. and once he’s out the door you don’t see his face for another week. only, he promised he’d swing by tomorrow. but that promise was made a week ago. a promise is a promise. you knew that much.

eddie wouldn’t go this week without realizing his mistake. the mistake hollered at him when his eyes fell upon his marked up calendar. there was your name in bright red ink, circled on the date for tomorrow. the date he should’ve been at your place. guitar in one hand, chocolates in the other.

you were waiting the entire day for a man who didn’t show. a man who left you hanging. there’s a knock on the door though, the following day. it had to be eddie, one of the few people who knew of your true address. though you don’t greet him. a man who doesn’t obey his promises doesn’t deserve to be greeted. was he with someone else? was he fucking some other whore? you should be his only whore. his only pieces of ass.

“baby cakes, let me in. i’m so sorry- i blanked!” eddie’s like a whimpering dog outside your freezing door. pleading for your warmth through his knocks. no complying from you though, he forgot.

until, an idea dons upon you, “sing for me, eddie. sing for me, like i mean the world to you. pretend i mean the world to you.” singing in a complex surely had to be embarrassing, a hallway where anyone could walk by. anyone at any moment. disrupting piece was one thing, but disrupting people who had no business with you? that was something else.

however, pretending like you meant the world ot him wasn’t so hard to do. he didn’t have to pretend all that much. your wish became his command when his voice began to boom in the hallway, “you should’ve been gone, knowin’ how i, made you feel, AND, i should’ve been gone! after all your, words of steel.” his voice is fluttering powerfully throughout the shallow hall. steve perry had nothing on him. your mind couldn’t craft the idea of a cheekier, cheesier song. eddie goes on for a minute and you swear you can hear the rug tweak slightly with the shimmy of his hips for the chorus.

the song is finished. humiliation, over with. and the door? it opens. seeing your face brings a special sort of light to his. and seeing such a beautifully nude body certainly expands his grin.

“so, how was it?”

you can’t answer with words. succeeding just a smile is a grasp on his wrist, which helps you drag him back into the room. you could show him just how good it all was. stealing a glance back at the raven-haired rocker only prompts you with the sight of a squeal and beam. oh yeah, he couldn’t wait.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fandom #stranger things fic #stranger things smut #rockstar!eddie munson #dom!eddie munson #stranger things x you #eddie munson x you

[blackleatherjacketz]

Forbidden Fruit: Final Chapter

Jack Russell x Female Reader

Summary: Jack saves you from a vicious vampire attack, and you may be more connected than you think.

This Chapter: One of Jack's friends gets you to safety while he and Alistair battle it out.

Warnings: Mature Content, Blood, Gore, Violence, Vampires, Werewolves, Transformations, Dissociative Identity Disorder, Memory Recall, Coffee, Carnitas and *Moon Knight*

Word Count: 2.4k+

Read the rest of the story HERE!

“I was a little busy up there, Lassie, cut me some slack,” the man dressed all in white grumbles as he enters the room at full speed, his chest heaving from exertion. Covered in the blood of Alistair’s bodyguards, he flings a golden boomerang at the chains that hold Jack captive, freeing him from his vulnerable state before catching his weapon as it returns to him in one fluid motion. He runs over to you before Alistair has a chance to latch onto you again, guarding you from him as Jack begins his transformation into the monster that he warned you about.

Coarse, dark hair sprouts up from your boyfriend’s skin as his teeth grow long and sharp inside his mouth. A deep, guttural growl brews within his chest as it expands far beyond the confines of his shirt, his fingernails curving into razor sharp claws as he advances on your undead captor. He stares him down; that reasonable, pleading version of himself gone with the wind as he matches Alistair's movements, blocking every attempt he makes at escape until he corners him on the far side of the room. You catch yourself holding your breath as you watch this savage stalemate turn into a vicious attack as Jack leaps into the air and onto Alistair’s back, tearing into his flesh.

Holy shit, he actually IS a werewolf. Everything he said was true!

“I’m Marc,” the man whispers his introduction to distract you from the horrors as he takes his cape off to cover you up, wrapping it snugly around your shoulders. “I’m a friend of Jack’s, okay?”

“Okay,” you nod, glancing back at the two wild animals fighting to the death as streams of blood splatter across the walls like a Jackson Pollock painting.

“Don’t you worry about him, alright now, love?” Marc’s voice seems to change all of the sudden, his tone and cadence shifting into a slightly British accent. “He’ll be fine,” he reassures you, helping you up to your feet. “You just keep your eyes on me and we’ll be right as rain, yeah?”

Feral growls and high-pitched screams fill the air as you struggle to hold Marc’s cape around your shoulders, sneaking a peek back at the gruesome battle that Jack seems to be winning so far. This man keeps trying to coax you away from the grisly carnage as you remain frozen in some surreal hope that this will all go away if you only just stand still long enough. Unable to aid Jack in any tangible way, you can’t help but wonder what might happen if you choose to look away, what further terrors could possibly transpire if you aren’t physically there to witness this ghastly attack on your former captor.

“Right then, off we go.” Marc’s timid nature dissolves into resolution as he finally takes your free hand and guides you out of the room, taking care to continually keep you covered. He squeezes your fingers as you follow him through the broken doorway, the splintered wood and scratched-off paint a blatant reminder that this place isn’t safe for you anymore. It never was.

You haven’t been safe for weeks.

“No need to look at any of those bad guys on the floor. Eyes forward from here on out, yeah?” He winces as he walks backward into one of the lifeless figures, stepping cautiously around it before clearing a path down the hall. “Damnit, Marc.”

Ignoring whatever internal battle he’s having with himself, you choose to walk with him through the entryway, doing your best to navigate around the alarming amount of bullet-ridden bodies that litter the corridor. You keep your eyes on his sweaty black curls in an attempt to distract yourself from this morbid new reality, stepping over limp limbs and pools of blood before shifting your focus onto the intricate pattern of his lapel. You try to ignore the squishy feeling of the viscous fluid as it surrounds your bare feet, still warm as it oozes out of their bodies. You do your best to pretend it isn’t collecting around your heels and seeping between your toes as you walk by them, leaving a messy pattern of scarlet footprints down the hall.

“Wow, that was really scary!” Marc laughs nervously, his tone difficult to pin down as he unclasps his gloved fingers from yours to push the button for the ground floor. “I mean, not that scary,” he corrects himself quickly, squaring up his shoulders to seem bigger in front of you as the doors shut.

Is this guy being serious right now?

“I’ve seen stuff like that loads of times before, definitely seen way worse things than a vampire and a werewolf fighting to the death over a beautiful woman.” He forces another smile, shaking his head of a stray thought as the elevator begins to ascend. “Not that you should be scared.” He points to his chest. “I’m not scared, because that wouldn’t make any sense, now would it?”

This is the man Jack trusts to get you to safety? This floppy-haired timid gentleman who looks more afraid of his own shadow than a five year old boy? He can’t possibly be the same man who brutally took out all those guards on his way down to rescue you both… could he?

The ding of the elevator saves you the burden of thinking any more on the question, the entrance in the back of the building a welcome sight as the smell of aged wood balances out the stale stench of blood and carbon. As the two of you silently make your way through the deserted kitchen, you walk past empty shelves and rusted ovens before pushing through the swinging doors. More bodies lay scattered across the tables and chairs of the dining section as you follow his advice by ignoring them until you’re finally out of the abandoned building, free of any guise of shelter.

“Right, we’re over here,” Marc points to a rusted yellow taxi cab parked just in front of the SUV that brought you here, its black metal body now riddled with bullets.

“You called a cab?” You ask, trying to make up for the prolonged silence you kept in the elevator.

“No, but Jake drives a taxi,” he nods casually in its direction before circling around to the passenger side of the vehicle. “I can’t drive.”

“You can’t drive?!” You ask, peering into the driver’s seat to check for someone who might be waiting to make a quick escape. Maybe the street lamp is reflecting oddly off the dingy glass of the car window, maybe your contacts had fallen out in the midst of all the uproar, or maybe all this trauma has finally manifested its way into saving you the turmoil of seeing anymore by blurring your vision. “Who’s Jake?”

You turn to face him for an answer and watch in awe as the white fabric of his costume seems to melt away before your very eyes. Thread by thread, it disappears one section at a time to slowly reveal a black t-shirt and dark jeans underneath, no longer stained with blood. All of the sudden you’re beginning to wonder exactly what Alistair had put into your food and wine earlier.

“You know what? Never mind.” You decide to shelf your disbelief for the moment as he walks over to open the trunk, digging around handguns and knives until he uncovers a large duffel bag full of similar contents. Multiple passports, books on ancient Egypt and the occult are all pushed aside until he finds a white t-shirt with a smiley face on it that says ‘Have a Nike Day’.

“This should fit you,” he says in a more gruff American accent, tossing it your way.

“Thanks, I guess.” You take it without question, hoping to eventually get some kind of explanation for his quick shift in behavior as you turn away from him for a bit of privacy.

You drop his cape to the ground as you watch it disappear like the rest of his costume, blinking about a dozen times in an effort to make sure you didn’t imagine that, too. You shrug and pull the shirt on over your head, pushing your arms through the sleeves as it clings to your body before a sudden sense of relief washes over you. That looming feeling of woe and trepidation that followed you up the elevator and out into the parking lot has been suddenly lifted from your conscience, alerting you on some visceral level that Alistair is finally gone. Before you have time to turn around to tell Marc, you find yourself being inundated with memories of the life you once had with Jack before all of this.

You can see Jack in the hospital bed, eyes focused solely on you as you listen to his lungs and take his pulse, the increase in his heart rate explained only by the blush in his cheeks. You remember feeling a certain way every time you went into his room, a rush of excitement taking over whenever you touched him or got close enough to smell the cologne that barely lingered on his skin.

You can taste all the coffee dates that he’d described to you earlier, that hint of hazelnut in your creamer blending together into a montage of late nights and early mornings in the hospital cafeteria and local diner. You’d take turns telling each other about your day, his pupils dilating a little bit more with each date as you slowly fell in love with the way his lips curled around his teeth when he smiled. You could never really tell how tired he was when the sun began to rise, but he always stayed up late enough to walk you back to your car, making sure that you were safe before he left your side.

He was patient, kind and gentle; taking great care to listen to every word that left your lips, carrying himself in such a way that made you feel both seen and heard without even an ounce of room left for doubt. That was new for you, a love so soft that allowed you to see the world in a rose-tinted haze instead of your usual sharp and grainy gray.

Your first kiss is in his car after you allow him to take you to dinner, the song “Rhiannon” by Fleetwood Mac playing on the staticky radio as you finally take the plunge to connect. His lips are soft as you lean into him, kissing you back as he holds your face with both hands, gently stroking your cheeks with his thumbs before you kiss him again.

You can see him dancing toward you now in the kitchen as carnitas simmer on your old gas stove, offering chopped veggies for you to sample from his fingers as he serenades you along the way. His voice mimics the notes of the artist’s on the recording, somehow even better than you imagined, although you realized that everything was better with him around. Music was richer, aromas more pleasant, the food more delicious and the caresses around your hips more electric. How could you have possibly forgotten all of this?

The flavor of the pork belly soon dissipates as you’re transported into your bedroom, your senses now flooded with the salt of his skin as it collides with yours. You can actually feel him against you, just as sure as you could taste the coffee and the meat from before, every kiss he plants onto your lips and neck increasing your heart rate. You’re now breathing in his smoky scent as he makes love to you unlike anyone else ever has before, giving every part of your body its due amount of attention, savoring your scent and flavor before moving on to the next erogenous zone. You look into his eyes as if you’re actually there in the moment, not reliving your past in some random parking lot next to a taxi cab. You can feel each strand of his hair part between your fingers, his breath hot on your shoulder as he loses himself inside you completely.

You don’t want this moment to end, but the next thing you know he’s bringing you water and playing with your hair as you watch Svengoolie together; the episodes of The Phantom of the Opera, The Mummy and Dracula all blurring together until you get to The Wolfman. You watch his demeanor change as the werewolf graces your television screen, fear quaking in his voice as he takes the chance to divulge the very worst parts of himself to you. His eyes dart around the room as he begins to explain the inner workings of his lycanthropy, your hand on his reassuring the both of you that none of that really matters, as long as he’s honest with you.

All of it was true, every last word of it. Every sense of longing you had toward him since you ‘first’ laid eyes on him finally makes sense as your brain fills in the gaps of your missing memories like patchwork over torn cloth. He had been a part of you, and you to him.

“Hey,” Marc interrupts your visions by grabbing one of your shoulders and shaking you back to reality. “Wake up, princess. He’s back.”

“Princess?” You want to argue with him for pulling you out of your fantasy, but save your breath once you see Jack limping out of the abandoned restaurant, his shirt completely gone and his pants barely hanging on by a thread. A mixture of what could only be Alistair’s blood and ash covers his face and torso like some carnal war paint as he makes his way toward you both.

“He’s gone,” Jack mutters, glancing at Marc before pausing to smile in your direction. “We can go now.”

You run across the jagged parking lot despite your bare feet, ignoring all the pebbles that dig into your skin until you finally reach him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders in a desperate embrace. “I remember,” you whisper into his cheek, solidifying all your memories into the present moment as you kiss him. “I remember all of it.”

“Yeah?” He kisses you back, holding onto you with weary arms as he looks you over with pure adoration. That smile that you love so much spreads across his lips, wrinkling the skin around his eyes as he kisses your forehead with a relieved sigh. “Gracias a Dios.”

“Don’t thank God, thank me.” Marc interrupts with a sarcastic tone, throwing his duffel bag at Jack before it falls to the ground at his feet. “Put some clothes on so we can get some pancakes, already.”

#jack russell x reader #jack russell #werewolf by night #gael garcia bernal #david dastmalchian #moon knight #moon knight x reader #werewolf by night fan fiction #vampires #werewolves #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley

[vulgar-display-of-escapism]

Chibs Telford NSFW Alphabet Part 1

Let me just preface this by saying that I'm hitting a major self-doubt about my ability to actually finish this thing. So I figure I either post little by little or not at all.

WARNING: Not your usual ABCs, it's filthy down here.

Trigger warning: CNC. | Chibs's got dirty mouth.

Reader discretion is advised.

Recomended Soundtrack: Bad Things by Jace Everett | Dream On by Depeche Mode | I Like it Heavy by Halestorm | Savages by Royal Deluxe | Don’t Let Go by En Vogue | Love, Hate, Sex, Pain by Godsmack

A ~&~ Appetite

While Filip says he’s a grown-ass man and as such he is all about quality over quantity, you have yet to see the day your man would pass up an opportunity to get naked with you. ‘Don’t tease me, Pet. I’ve got to be at the clubhouse in 10 minutes.’ ‘The ride to TM takes you only 4 minutes, and that’s if you don’t run any red lights.’ ‘Brat.’ ‘Whatcha gonna do about it?’

He pounced.

So predictable.

~&~ Aftercare

Don’t get it twisted, girl. Sex with Chibs is no garden variety shag. The man plays rough, south of kinky and lives for that shit. That said, his post-coital ritual is a religion to him and you are the alter he worships on. After the scene is over and he’s done wrecking your body in the most savage and merciless ways, you’d better believe he will take care of both your body and your mind. ~~ You were a trembling, tear-streaked, breathless, and sweaty mess, but even in that fuzzy state between subspace and consciousness you couldn’t help but smirk a little. Your lover was just as wrecked as you were. His skin was glistening with sweat, goatee covered in the mixture of your juices and saliva and he was still fighting to catch half a breath. As soon as he did though, the magic would start flowing from that glorious mouth of his. ‘You’re a goddess,’ he finally rasped, reaching for your hand. As he started gently massaging your wrist, he asked, ‘Are ye alright, luv?’With that he brought your hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on the inside of your palm. With the kind of reverence reserved just for you, he’d murmur against your skin, ‘I respect you, you know that, right? No matter how rough I play with you, you’re always safe with me. Always.’ You wanted to correct him “how we play”, but you chose to stay silent. This time. As smart as your man was, he needed reminding that you were not a plaything but a consenting adult fully capable of using your safe word if you ever felt you needed it. But tonight you let that go, you had no energy to form words right now. Especially as his hands were traveling down the sides of your body, soothing all the places where finger-shaped bruises were starting to form. Soon, Chibs’ mouth followed the same path as his hands had. You were pulled out of your bliss, by Filip’s hand on your stomach, ‘Didn’t hear me, did ya, Pet?’ ‘Mhmm.’ ‘You will be sore tomorrow.’ ‘I’m sore now.’ ‘Sorry, luv.’ It was your turn to chuckle, ‘no, you’re not.’ ‘Let me make it up to you with a nice, hot bath?’ ‘Only if you carry me to the bathroom.’ ‘Don’t I always?’, he replied with a wink before getting up and padding to the bathroom. ‘You do… Still not calling you daddy, though.’ You shouted playfully when he was out of sight. ‘Baby steps, my love, baby steps’

B ~&~ Boobs vs Butts If Chibs were to pick just one part of your body that did things to him, it would be the part with the most power to distract him - that mouth of yours. Always. From the way you lick your bottom lip after you’ve taken that first sip of coffee in the morning to the little pout, put on for show, when you are being a brat and sass him. And especially, especially - when he looks down at you - when you lick your lips right before you dart your tongue out to tease the tip of his cock. And Christ, both of those lips wrapped around his thick shaft as your try your best to take all of him deep. You’ll never succeed, he knows, but bless your heart, watching you try always makes him, well, harder. Your neck is another kind of aphrodisiac. The sight of your throat giving him one hell of a mental whiplash nearly every time. From the Crow tattoo running from just below your right ear to the faded scar across your throat, the crow’s outstretched wing caressing the old slash mark. The possessive surge he feels, it’s a shallow thing. He knows that, but all the same seeing that mark of ownership, HIS mark, displayed for everyone to see and right next to the remainder of what almost killed you - that gave him pride. You were still standing and you belonged to him. He was a sick fuck, so what…. he was well aware. On him, the choice is an obvious one - his hands.. He was capable of drawing out so many different reactions from your body with just those.

From the little shivers running down your spine when he glides his ringed fingers along your arm, in the most innocent of touches, while you’d be sitting in his lap during a party.

The way his gloved hand caressed the inside of your bare thigh, just above your knee, when he stopped at the red lights on the way home.

And how you always, driven by instinct, leaned forward into his grip whenever his fingers curled around your throat, whenever he reached for you to kiss you, not caring where you were or who saw that unmistakable sign of your submission and, with it, trust.

“That’s my needy little Pet” He’d murmur when you were shamelessly riding his hand, heavy, ridged rings and all, while he had you bent over his lap, your panties around you calves with your ass in the air.

Seeing the imprints of his palm on your ass cheeks the next morning when you walk around the house in just a tiny thong and a crop top.

His hands gripping your wrists and holding them tightly at the small of your back as he’s thrusting his cock so fucking deep into you, making your whole body jerk just how he loves it. Aye, Filip definitely loved his hands.

C ~&~ Cum On your face. And he’s so damn cocky about loving it. ‘There ya go, lass. Such a proper lady out there. But in here, in my bed, getting sprayed in the face and loving every drop of it.’ That Mean Streak Smirk of his you loved so much is never more prominent in the bedroom than when he looks at your face and chest covered in his seed. And damn, if that isn’t a whole different level of a power trip to you. You watch his eyes catch fire again as you coat your finger and pop it into your mouth with a smirk of your own. ‘So, now what?’ ‘We’re just getting started, Pet’

D ~&~ Dirty Talk Between the rugged quality of his voice and that Daddy’s Little Helper of an accent the man could be reciting transcripts from Charming’s Council meetings to you and you’d still be a quivering, drenched mess. Thankfully, his repertoire is both more vast and much more… engaging. And here’s the thing, before some clever deity put Filip Freaky Telford smack dab in your sexually uneventful path, you’d never, ever, even consider letting a man talk to you like that. And the mere suggestion that you’d love it, pffff no way. Yet here you were. Ruining yet another pair of perfectly good underwear, all because your Old Man was flexing his Natural Born Dom Energy in the middle of a SAMCRO party.“You seem to think you’re the one running this show, sweetheart. Let me help ya, you are not.” Ok, so maybe you were teasing him a little by playing pool with Tig, oh well.

But when His Darker Side came out to play, when the two of you were ‘kinking out’ {Juice should not be allowed to coin any sex-related terms, ever}, it was like participating in a primal religion ceremony. Only you were the sacrifice:

‘I could tear you apart, if I chose to, I hope you know that.’

If you pretend to struggle out of his iron-like grip “Oh, please do struggle. Makes your pussy grip my cock harder”

When you whimper helplessly as he’s pounding into you from behind and you can’t speak because his fingers are shoved down your throat: “Oh sorry,Pet. You wanted to say something? Is Daddy in too deep in your tight little pussy?”

~&~ Dirty Secret He absolutely fuckin’ treasures the knowledge that not only you are his, but you allow him the privilege of seeing the submissive part of you. The part that the rest of the world never gets to see, has no business of seeing. Out there in the real world, you are a fierce and independent career she-wolf who will not hesitate to stomp {Figuratively, of course; you’re lady-like like that.} any fool who dares to cross you. But behind closed doors, you choose to hand the reigns to him. The too-old-for-you, dirty criminal with one hell of a mean streak and a rap sheet reflecting that. And yet, for some twist of faith warped reason, you decided that he was worthy of your trust and love. Fuck him but knowing that he’s the only man on the fucking planet who gets to flip your switch, man, that is the greatest feeling in the world.

~&~ Experience

You don’t get to be a high-ranking player in a big, bad outlaw world by being clueless. Chibs’ been an active kinkster ever since Fiona first tied him up, back when he was still a young, God-fearing laddie. He knows what’s what. Among that vast portfolio of knowledge lies a deeper understanding that working smarter beats working harder. Hence, the spreader bar and the restraints. Daddy’s little helpers on the way to make his Good Girl feel loved and appreciated. Deeply and Repeatedly.

F ~&~ Foreplay Some tough men, some outlaws, check in their bad boy demeanor at the bedroom door. Not Chibs. He dials his up a notch. Or five. But whether it will be Filip and his smart-mouthed Brat fucking each other’s brains out, or Chibs’ Sinister Side playing with his victim … all depends on whether Sin has been explicitly invited. He’s kind of like a vampire that way… {TBC}

#Chibs Telford #Kinky shenanigans #Kinky SOA ABCs

[patrioticshortbread]

In the sweaty heat of the sun's highest achievement, I yearn for a love like violence more than admiration. The tender sweetness of affection eludes me in its mundanity, how simple and docile it behaves against my thimble heart. It leaves me with nights full of soft sleep that gleans over my flesh like cotton blankets, comforting yet annoyingly close, suffocating in its ease and availability. Love like gentle presses of lips to my navel is so frequent and expected, I almost acquire it as the stars to shine and the wind to caress my cheeks in winter. To describe this deeper want is an evil admission to a most deplorable secret, whispering to the faceless stranger's ear of obscure fantasies that leave my lungs heaving and my legs weak with lust. I crave a love that burns like skin reddened from irritation, tingles down my spine in a nuisance of flaming unpleasantry, squirms and itches inside my ribs of the most anxious spitting and spurring. The ugliness of such amusement berates my insides like nausea, it curdles my blood like sour milk, and for that I have grown obsessed with obtaining such rarity. For why I find my excitement aroused only by a violent and jarring expression of love mixed with hatred, I know not, only that it alights my insides in desire and passion. The agony and despair that resides in such displays of melancholy indifference is like a sweet drink down my throat, promising and fleeting. Love like an aggressive tongue inquisitively exploring the space behind my teeth with no regards to my breathing, teasing blunt nails down my back like my skin is there to be gouged off my body, arguing with me about my very right to existence with every fueled glance and nonchalant attention. Let alone such an existence that finds a sliver of pride or joy, that a man could wish to take and take whatever I could possibly give and more. I want this combative nature of man to strip me from myself, to leave me barren and needy, to drive me to madness from its coaxing and insulting manner. To goad me, to prod me, to treat me as a child's infinitely meaningless toy amongst my knowingly shinier, more entertaining competitions. I wish to be this nothingness to someone so powerful it becomes my life, this sufficing occupation, on the tip of his mouth like lips licked with wicked spit. Its beautiful to me, violence and cruelty. I want for it. I want for it to overcome my life, drown me, become my fetish and my vice. To be hated is an even more enamoring disposition than a kind love. Maybe that is why I reject such endearments otherwise offered. They're not nearly as committed and savage. Dominating my mind and encompassing my dreams, filling me full with its constant infatuation and demand of energy. It is infinitely more pleasurable and entertaining. I yearn for violence.

#my writing #prose poetry #writers on tumblr #writing #poem #poetry #prose #writer #poets on tumblr

[farb3yond]

Words.

I am drowning in a sea of wasted words. Uttered by the unconscious dissidents of clarity. Speaking as if only to speak, To disquiet a quiet that they find disquieting, as they shout inferences of their deep discomfort.

They keep throwing their symbols into the air. A cacophony of clanging symbols. Symbols of symbols, sounds that shroud, and sound like a kitchen collapsing into chaos.

What wealth do they possess that they should be so ready to throw their words away?

I am unfamiliar with wealth. A man poor in his gifts, Naked and savage, with shallow lungs and light fists.

Search me and see; There are nothing but words holding this man together. I stitched them into the seams, I stitched them into my being, and in-between the spaces between the places in-between creases indivisible and unseen. Between the street light and the shadow. Between the horizon and the sun. Between the tea cup and the monsoon. Between the left and right side of your spine. Between the stone and the wave. Between the wolf and the sky. Between the dream and the page. Between our tongues and the tangle. Between my eyes and my hands. Between my thoughts and my thoughts of thoughts. Between the sheets and the smell of you. and in every dialogue between me and me.

These words are all I have, so tonight, I am taking these words back.

Let this be a reclamation proclamation that outlines the emancipation of language from those misusing it meaninglessly, and those meaning to misuse it as means of mis-educating the masses through false musings and forced monotony.

Let ‘music’ be ripped out of the machine. And given into the care of those that have learned to listen to the sound of silence. Those who know the songs sung in the gentle exhalations of breathing babies, Those who write lullabies by the rhythms of resting heart beats. Give it to those who only measure the measure of their meter and measure in inspiration, goose bumps, and the composition of waking dreams.

Let ‘scripture’ be freed from those who keep words in the decaying mouths of dead men in tombs and the dead mouths of living men robes. To be released into the custody of those who keep words in diaries and drunk texts, for it is they who know truth, and their words have been sanctified by their rampaging honesty.

Let “god” be reclaimed, from those that would proclaim holiness while lacking the wholeness to hold the mystery. And released into the hands of those that hold the wholeness of the wind, as it rushes through the trees, and walk upon the mysteries of untamed mud, carving new trails with their bare feet and unbridled desires.

Let 'love’ be freed from the profiteering of Hallmark and Hollywood. to be embraced by arms of those who dare not speak its name, but whose 'arms’ know. Let them hold it in their sweaty palms, nervous stutters and sinking stomachs. To those who know, that its marks are not stamped on the backs of cards, but on all the places they don’t go anymore, and all the things they don’t touch anymore, but can’t stand to throw away.

Let 'they, them and the other’ be seized from those who would use it to divide, separate and otherise. Whose -ists and -isms create schisms and otherism.

For there is only you and I. I am the you that gives form to you, and you are the I that gives form to me, just us, no other,

And we… we are one; taking turns pretending to be two

And we… We are the living breathing custodians of a living breathing language. Born twice, of flesh and blood, and purely articulated thoughts. Made of mostly empty space and solid intentions, wielding heavy words in light voices, in the face of those hard and hollow, that would loudly wield empty words against us.

And we demand these words be returned to our custody; The youngest sons of the first man who said ambition was like dreaming. The youngest daughters of the first woman who said loving was like falling. Who know that home is a fireless warmth and the chill of more deaths than winters.

That they being returned to our care will allow us to return to: killing our sleep to craft them, sleeping to dream them, and waking to share them, as we walk down a lifetime of pages lined with these words.

[andy-clutterbuck]

8x13 | Do Not Send Us Astray

#OH LORD HE COMIN #Rick Grimes #* #rg #S8 #flashing gif #i love me a savage sweaty man #THAT ONCE AGAIN WAS HIDDEN IN STUPID DARKNESS #he's just hacking everybody #hacks that dude then still pushes him to the ground #Daddy's here and he's mad #welp there's the primal cavewoman again #trying to jump in the fire and get plowed in the nearest cave #i'll give you something else to split #poor siddiq came close to being next #THICK RICK IS HERE GET OUT OF THE WAY #if you don't want to adhere yourself to thick rick we can't even talk bye #A BEAST #throw me in that bus over there #everyone's busy fighting or whatever #they won't notice #♫ oh i can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland #if you don't want to get on him right after he's like this just don't even look at me ok #tell everyone you saw me with the devil #ONLY LOVE AND RESPECT FOR MY KING

[omg-imatotalmess]

Better Than Your Pillow

Hey guys! There was an anon that asked for a little more sub!neville as a cure for their blues, and I couldn’t resist. Sub!neville is chicken soup for the soul. Hope y’all enjoy!

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Reader

Requested: Ye

Anonymous Requested: i need more sub neville. i’m so sad

Warnings: Pillow humping, mild voyeurism, fingering, dirty talk, mild praise kink, sub!neville, dom!reader, swearing

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If you hadn’t seen it with your own eyes, you wouldn’t have believed it. Neville. Your sweet, shy, ever awkward Neville curled over his pillow, humping it with the desperation of a dog in heat. All while spilling the filthiest fantasies into the open air. Every one of them revolving around you. In your shock, all you could do was take it in. And you couldn’t say you minded. He was really putting on a good show.

“(Y/N)! Fuck, I’ll be your good boy!” he cried, fisting his sheets like they were the only things keeping him steady.

“I’ll be so good! Use me however you want. Please, I want you to!” he babbled. His hips shifted faster, maybe imagining your reply. You certainly knew what it would be.

You took a step further into the room, closing the door quietly so as not to disturb the scene in front of you. It was everything you’d ever hoped for—the amalgamation of every wet dream you’d ever had wrapped up in a pretty bow. Well, in an argyle sweater vest, actually. Leaning against the bedpost, you let his sheer want wash over you. It was heavy and searing but more perfect than you ever could have imagined. And from there, you could see his face. The way his mouth gaped open, chest heaving with every sound out of him and his eyes screwed shut against the onslaught of pleasure your phantom self was giving him. It made you wonder what he’d look like if he got the real thing. You couldn’t believe Neville hadn’t noticed you yet. Then again, he was too busy talking to hear your own labored breaths.

“Do anything you want to me! Please, I’m yours. Your little slut to play with! Tie me up and play with me until you’re satisfied!” he begged.

“If that’s what you want.” The words slipped out of your mouth completely unbidden.

“(Y/N)?!” he squeaked.

“You were late to our study session,” you said.

“I-I’m so sorry. Merlin, I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life. Let me just p-put my trousers on an-and I’ll be there in a minute,” he rambled, scrambling into a sitting position with the pillow doing very little to conceal his flushed, dripping cock.

“Don’t stop on my account,” you said, a smile curling at the corner of your mouth, “It looked like you were just getting to the good bit.”

“Please don’t tease me,” he moaned, covering his face with his hands.

“Who’s teasing?” you asked, feeling a smile curling at the corner of your mouth.

“Why can’t the castle just swallow me whole and put me out of my misery?” he said miserably. It was like he hadn’t heard you.

“Who’s teasing, Nev? I’m interested,” you said.

“I-Interested?” he sputtered, head shooting up.

“Mm-hmm, I’d love to help you out. If you want me to, that is. If not, I’ll leave, and we’ll pretend this never happened,” you offered.

Blinking at you with big, slightly unsure eyes, Neville let his pillow slip off his lap. He wanted to. You could tell that much. The way his eyes trailed up and down your body was leaving you a little hot under the collar. Smiling, you waited for him to answer. It was his decision, and who were you to rush him? Taking in a shaky breath, he reached for you, pulling you gently onto the bed while trying not to look you in the eyes.

“Please?” he whispered.

“Please what?” you asked despite the knowing glint in your eye.

“Please, touch me,” he muttered shyly.

“Like this?” you asked, drawing patterns over his plush thigh with your fingertips, just barely brushing his cock each time. It jumped with each gentle attention.

“(Y/N),” he whined. You gave him a wolfish grin.

“I guess I did say I wasn’t teasing,” you said. “Undress me.”

“A-Are you sure?” Despite the question, he was already working the buttons of your shirt with shaking hands, popping them open one by one.

“Hurry up. I don’t like to be kept waiting,” you ordered.

“A-Alright. Anything you want,” he breathed, yanking your shirt the rest of the way open and pushing it off your shoulders before making quick work of your pants. Each item was laid carefully beside the bed as soon as it left you. Before long, you were bare in front of him as his eyes roamed your body. It was like you’d showed him Eden. He couldn’t figure out where to look first. You smiled, pulling him toward you by his sweater vest. God, you were glad he’d kept it on.

“Good boy,” you purred, “Now, I want you to finger me open until I’m nice and ready to take that pretty cock of yours.”

“Okay, okay,” he said, reaching blindly for the bottle of lube he’d tossed on the edge of the bed when he started.

Slicking up his fingers, he stroked over you a few times just to excite you a little more. Also likely just to touch you like that. You let him. Bringing your hands to your own chest, you pinched and tugged at your nipples lightly. Partly to add to the sensation of Neville’s fingers stroking your sex and partly to put on a show. He watched your fingers dancing over your chest for a moment before bringing his eyes to yours.

“Can I-Can I suck them?”

“Kiss me first,” you said. As his lips touched your own, he pressed a finger into you gently. Groaning, you arched your back and bit down on his lip. When he let out a thin whine, you laved your tongue over the spot. The two of you stayed like that for a bit, his finger moving in you, kissing you as though the world was burning down around you. Then you pulled back. Dragging in a deep breath, you fisted his hair.

“Go on. Use your mouth.” He didn’t need to be told twice. Licking and sucking at your nipples as he added fingers. His tongue flickered over one hardened bud, pressing his fingers into you all the more eagerly.  For a while, you simply lost yourself to the sensation.

“(Y/N),” he whined, grinding his dripping cock against your leg.

“Be a good little slut and beg for it,” you said.

“Please, please, I’ll do anything you want! I’ll be such a good boy for you. I will. So good. Please, (Y/N), let me put it in. Can I put it in?” he plead, practically humping your leg like he’d been humping his pillow earlier.

“You really want it?” you teased.

“Yes! So much! I’ll be such a good boy,” he promised.

“Fuck me.” Your voice was low and sharp—an order. One that he couldn’t have resisted even if he wanted to. He pressed into you slowly, watching you to make sure you were enjoying yourself. Each inch was a little more heaven than the last. Growling, you tugged his hair and bucked your hips down impatiently.

“I-I’m trying to be gentle,” he whimpered, shaking in your grip.

“Who the fuck asked for gentle?” you snarled, yanking his hair savagely. “I said fuck me, Neville!”

“Ooooooh!” A long howl burst from his mouth as he thrust into you recklessly, which you silenced with your mouth. Swallowing down his pathetic, little sounds of please and trading them for yours. His hips pounded against yours, encouraged by your heels digging into the small of his back. At this point, you couldn’t tell if he was chasing his pleasure or yours. You didn't care. It was all the same.

“Fuck, there! Good boy, right there!” you groaned.

“Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you...” his thanks became a chant into the crook of your neck. He only interrupted it to sink his teeth into it every now and then.

“Harder!” Obedient as you expected, he fucked into you hard enough to scoot the two of you up the bed. The sound of the headboard slamming against the wall was just background noise to you. Neville’s drawn-out, sobbing moans were far more interesting.

“Close,” he breathed.

“Don’t you dare cum before I do,” you hissed in his ear.

“Please, please, (Y/N). So close,” he begged. His hips had completely lost any semblance of rhythm. They just pistoned away unevenly, somehow managing to hit exactly where you wanted it most.

“C’mon, a little more. Almost...!” Your words trailed off into a long, high moan as your orgasm washed over you. For a moment, the world whited out. All you could feel was Neville driving himself into you like a man unhinged and wave after wave of pleasure. When you finally came back to earth, Neville was hammering into you, sobbing incoherent pleas into your shoulder.

“Can I cum? Please?” he sobbed.

“Cum for me,” you said. And he was gone. His teeth sunk into your shoulder, but it did nothing to stifle his shout of pleasure. You could feel his hands leaving bruises on your hips, but you didn’t mind. Not as he shook on top of you, pumping his cock in you a few final times before collapsing on top of you. Smiling, you pressed a kiss to his sweaty hair.

“Better than you pillow?” you giggled after a moment of catching your breath.

“I’m never going to live this down,” he muttered, keeping his face buried in your neck.

“If it makes you feel better, I’ve never cum so hard in my life,” you said. Pulling back, he looked down at you with a good measure of surprise on his face.

“R-Really? I was good?” he stuttered in disbelief.

“So fucking good. Jesus Christ, Nev, I almost blacked out,” you said. He made a pinched-off sound, dipping his face out of your eyesight. After another moment of silence, he spoke up.

“Thank you,” he said.

“No problem. If you ever wanna do that again, come find me,” you said, carding your fingers gently through his hair.

“Can I take you on a d-date first?” he asked shyly.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that, but how about a nap first,” you said. Nodding, he curled up against your side and dropped off almost immediately. You, however, laid awake for a bit. That was so much better than studying. And definitely better than his pillow.

#neville longbottom x reader #neville longbottom x reader smut #neville longbottom smut #neville longbottom #neville longbottom x reader imagine #neville longbottom imagine #neville longbottom oneshot #neville smut #neville x reader #neville x reader smut #harry potter #harry potter imagine #hp #dom!reader #sub!nevile

[hotwings0203]

GOD I JUST READ UR BAKUGOU FIGHTER ONESHOT AND LAKSLAKSSKKAKAA

im in love, its soooo good😭😭😭😭 and i just wanted to ask, maybe if there is a possibility of u writing the second part w smut!👉🏼👈🏼 🥺

u r so talented!!! i love u💕💕💕

Wow fun fact: I actually love you anon

JUST FOR YOU, I SHALL INDULGE!!👆🏽

Pt.1

Tw:noncon, implied death

He was inside you.

He was grunting.

You were the mortar, he was the pestle.

“Fuck,” he pants inside your mouth. “You get turned on this much by watching dweebs like him get slaughtered out there?”

You sob and try futilely to once again lift his weight off of your pinned body, but he merely slaps your bouncing tits.

“Stay still. Don’t fucking move unless you want me to bruise your cervix. But you’d like that, wouldn’t you, you little masochist? Isn’t that why you didn’t try as hard to push your boy toy out of the rink, huh? ‘Cause a slut like you gets off on watching a man like me show everyone whose boss?”

You cry out muffled against his palm after he gives a particularly rabid thrust, making sure to grind his tip against the sides of your gooey walls.

In a moment of savage triumph, Bakugo lets his slobbery tongue lather itself all over your cheeks. He tastes the tears that collect at the sides of your mouth, he tastes the sweat that gathers on your forehead and he swears it tastes like heaven itself.

He pulls back while continuing to pound you into the mattress, and he takes a good long look at you mere inches away from your face.

You’re a mess. Your eyes are rolling to the back of their sockets while your hair is strewn across the pillows, your hands pinned behind your back in an uncomfortable twist from his meaty hands.

He looks rabid almost. His eyes are everywhere, on your red eyes, on your bouncing tits, on the connection from his body to yours.

Your mouth forms an ‘O’ against his sweaty palm, consistently kept open from your moans and pained whimpers.

It’s true that he’s good with his dick, unfortunately all that talk wasn’t just for show. He had something to prove to you, and prove he did.

Or, is currently doing.

“Answer me, slut. Did you like watching me send your little boyfriend to the hospital?”

He uncovers your mouth and permits you to take a wild gasping breath. The rhythm of his hips cease as he waits for you to gather yourself momentarily, but he doesn’t pull out. You are just a pretty cockwarmer for him right now, no need to think that you deserve any more mercy than he’s already giving you.

“‘D-didnt like it. ‘Wanna go home, lemme go, get off of me,” you sob and weakly pull your wrists out of his hold to push him, but with a mean laugh he flips you over so that your face is smushed agains the pillows and your ass is in the air.

He yanks your hair back and you shriek at the feeling of strands being ripped from your head. He pulls you back up until his mouth is right next to your ear and your spine is lined up with his chest.

“No? You didn’t like it baby?” He hisses mockingly in your ear, and roughly fondles a bruised tit.

“I didn’t like it when you were licking lips with him in front of me either, but I guess we can’t all get what we want…well maybe you can’t. I’ll take whatever the fuck I want from you though.” And with that he lets go of your head and lets you unceremoniously fall back onto the downy covers.

Bakugo grabs your hips and pull your ass back until it’s flush against his dick. He rubs the wet tip up and down your ass, and traces it down your slit, letting it press in a little further when in contact with your entrance.

He doesn’t push it in though. No, he goes lower and lower until the member in his hand parts your lips open and it brushes against your clit.

When it does, your body shudders and jerks at the sensation of his tip swirling in your juices around the little nub and prodding at the sensitive flesh. He thrusts slowly and lets the sensation build at your throbbing clit before pulling back abruptly.

You fist the sheets and try to ignore the way your legs shake. It’s humiliating, you know you can’t even shift to your side lest he props you back face down ass up like a fucking animal.

And he was treating you like one, too.

He panted like a dog when he let your juices drool and collect around his girth, and he clawed and teethed on your neck and tits as if he were some kind of mutt.

It scared you how badly he wanted you.

You feel a soft tapping against your clit and you unconsciously arch your back and mewl when the area buzzes with need.

It almost physically hurts the winding coil in your stomach to hold your hips back from chasing Bakugo’s dick as he pulls away, the fucker knowing that you wanted more no matter how terrified you were of him.

“Aww, what’s wrong kitty? No more bitchy attitude and claws? Don’t worry, I’ll soothe your other kitty pretty soon,” he snorts at his own unfunny joke.

You don’t laugh. In fact, you tremble with indignation and horror when he begins pushing back into you as if it were the only place for his cock to be.

“Fucking shit,” he hisses in pleasure as he slowly sheaths his entire length around your dripping cavern. “Maybe I’ll bring in his broken body and set him up on the chair right there-“ he pushes your head to the side so you can see the armchair he points to. You don’t really care about the stupid chair though, not really when you can feel yourself stretch painfully and ingest every vein that scrapes against your insides.

“I’ll take his broken wrists and snap ‘em back to their normal state just so I can break them again when I cuff him down. I’ll make you look at him right in his pathetic eyes when I’m balls deep inside your slutty cunt.”

You let out an embarrassingly loud moan when he pulls out just to grab onto your hips and slam your ass against his groin again. He watches as your cheeks clap around his dick and spreads your gooey substance around his thighs and stomach.

“Baku-“

Smack

“Katsuki!”

“The fuck did I say about calling me by my name? You want me to bring him out of the morgue and light his body up too? Didnt realize you hated him that much, fuckin’ whore.”

All of a sudden you feel a heavy weight leaning forward and draping itself on your back, suffocating you with feeling filled everywhere. Your sweaty bodies mash, fluids mixing as he grabs your hair like reigns and slaps his hips against yours. The mattress shakes with the force of his thrusts and you swear you can feel him poking through your stomach when he suddenly lets out a loud groan.

He doesn’t give you any kind of indication that he’s cum, you only feel hot ropes of his seed shoot into your poor, wounded pussy. It stings with the mixture of blood that seeps out of you, the clash making an almost cute pink color coming out of your hole.

Bakugo unravels his hands from your hair and peels himself off of you, but when you try to shakily follow pursuit he leans an elbow into your spine, successfully making you squeal in pain and flop back onto the bed.

“Stay down. Teasing sluts like you don’t deserve to move off their natural habitat.” He sneers and uses a thumb to pull your asscheeks apart, inspecting his cum.

He whistles and lightly slaps one cheek, passing the view off as satisfactory.

“Please,” you rasp, opening one bleary eye to watch him pull a shirt on. “Please just tell me if you got him help.”

Katsuki smiles and lights a blunt. He takes a long drag and peers at your wrecked body.

“You didn’t hear what I said earlier?”

Your heart seizes and you slowly pull your head up from the pillow, eyes as wide as the moon.

“Who says he’s even alive?”

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[weasvlys]

Harry Potter male characters NSFW headcanons.

P.1

Yes, I'm back again writing something dirty and smutty for you fellas. Technically it's just how these Harry Potter characters are at the dirty and everything related to (how they kiss? are they kinky? Soft and sexy or fast and hard? Etccccc)

If I see that this receives a lot of love, I will do a second part and another with female characters.

Oh, and if it's needed, WARNING: A LOT OF SMUT.

Harry James Potter.

Oh man, this guy loves wet and slow kisses, he loves to have your body close to his just to feel the heat that you emanate.

He loves to put his hands under your blouse and take you by surprise, lower your hands to your thighs and caress passionately.

And boy he have listened to Hermione with her advice on oral sex, he doesn't need to be quick and wild to drive you to the brink of arousal, sometimes, multiple times.

"Brilliant!" It's his favorite word for when you get on his lap while kissing.

Expect a lot, A LOT, angry sex.

Somehow he's fatally jealous of Draco, every time he catches you exchanging glances or talking to him it seems like is pumped.

"You know perfectly well that he couldn't fuck you like I do beautiful, now tell me, tell me who is your owner. "

His dick is sooooo big, really, your crotch hurt for a whole week after the first time, and he won't let you get away from it by making constant jokes.

The chosen one enjoys fucking you doggy style and pulling your hair to have your face at his level, just to see your eyes shed tears, he truly enjoys it.

He would rather see you run and give you pleasure a thousand times than give it to himself.

Boy, he has listened to his godfather on courtship advice because he really is so flirtatious, even when you least think about it, it is such a casual flirtation, but he constantly ends up in bed.

A warning, after having sex with him you will end up so sweaty and thirsty.

He is slow and sensual, he knows how to move.

Neville Longbottom.

Consent king, this guy would literally ask you a thousand times if you sure you want to have sex, even if you want to kiss him

Whenever he makes you come he feels like a champ the rest of the week.

He's a little fast, but still sweet.

A looooot of talk while fucking.

"Oh, bloody hell, you are so beautiful"

Constantly asking if it hurts, if you want him to stop or if what he's doing is right.

Always prefer you pleasure over his.

Gives THE BEST oral sex, you don't have idea how, but this guy always makes you squirt, sometimes twice.

You are his fist time on everything: fist kiss, fist make out, fist oral, fist sex, fist girlfriend, everything.

"Oh baby, you look like a cute muggle rose"

You can be relaxed, never EVER in his life he would do something to hurt you.

He's very insecure, he have the constante thought you gonna bump him.

"I'm sorry I'm a little fat..."

The first time you saw him shirtless, he kept covering his stretch marks.

Somehow this boy, no matter what you look like, is going to make you feel like the most wonderful and beautiful being.

His sex is always sweet, he enjoys seeing you, seeing how you breathe, how you moan, is what he likes the most.

It always ends with a sweet and cuddly "I love you".

Ronald Bilius Weasley.

Expect A LOT of angry sex.

Gets hot in the strangest and most unexpected situations, literally he got hot ones you you answered back to Snape (you ended up fucking in the bathrooms)

He enjoys so much punishments and roleplay sex.

A big kink with you calling him king.

This guy enjoys plus size girls sooooo much.

Spanking will be a daily penalty.

"Ohhhhh, BLOODY HELL!"

The boy is extremely loud.

Love to fuck your face, put his cock to the end of your throat and feel like you choke on it, boy does he like it.

He is going to fuck you in such a hard and sensual way, you literally won't be able to walk, he loves to feel your sweet spot.

He really enjoys anal sex, he loves having you in four while fucking you, he really enjoys the view.

"Oh fuck babygirl, you feel soooo good."

Cedric Diggory.

He is SUCH a nice guy.

Expect lots of public displays of affection, he loves to hold your hand ALL the time, this guy literally gets upset when he can't kiss you on the forehead.

Find any excuse to kiss passionately.

His sex is hot and sloppy, but in a way, also cute and soft.

He would look at you with a look full of lust and desire all the time when he is hot.

You can be anywhere and he would literally be whispering dirty things to you.

"Ahhh... Fuck~ You are so hot."

Fingering ALL the time.

He loves the missionary position just to watch your boobs bounce every time he thrusts you.

"Put your legs on my shoulders darling."

Prefer your pleasure a thousand times, period.

A worshiper in public sex, you once had sex before going out to their first tryout of the Triwizard tournament.

His gaze is dirty and penetrating, gaze that intensely weakens.

And yes, there will be a lot of sex in the prefect's bathrooms.

Fred Gideon Weasley.

A LOT OF SEX, A LOT

This boy, or rather man, he gets horny with anything, you can literally put your hand on his leg or stare at him and he will already have a hard rock erection.

Kinky, very, very, very, very, kinky.

He loves savage punishments.

Expect spanking, hair pulling, slapping and choking.

He loves to be begged.

"Oh... You are such a little hore, I think I might have to punish you..."

DIRTY TALK AND SLUTSHAMMING.

Hard and rough sex.

Despite what it seems, he really cares that you do not feel uncomfortable, he will always ask you if it seems correct and if you want to do it.

Many, MANY, compliments.

Lots, tons, of angry sex.

Public sex. I'll just say that.

He loves when you're loud and dirty, even sloppy.

"Scream my name, show everyone how daddy makes you feel"

A lot, a lot, squirting.

This guy knows the female anatomy perfectly, he is excellent with his tongue and those long and fast fingers work miracles.

He loves to fuck your face savagely and watch tears fall down your cheeks.

And although he is always quite dominant, from time to time he likes to be used dildos with him, and how he likes it.

This man is willing to experiment with anything just to feel pleasure.

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[howlingday]

jaune's from a family of raiders

well not quite he's from a culture that puts a lot of stock in capturing and ransoming off their friends and neighbors from other tribes. think of it like a combat sport only some times you're also stealing cattle and horses.

he's a prince of the high king

well again it's more complicated the kingdoms are like city states they don't exactly legislate or collect taxes all the way out into the wilds. but they do send huntsmen to protect the area and then tax the huntsmen.

jaune's dad just happened to be a huntsman who didn't pay taxes because the area his family had lived in for generations also happened to be outside the control of vale. and lots of people wanna live near the huntsmen who can keep them safe. so he has a position of respect among all the tribes. and jaune is his son

he's also required to have a harem

this one is interesting because it's one of those cultural things that seems weird from the outside but makes more sense when you look at it. men are hard to keep alive without a hospital. even with aura. women are part of a protected group like children and so take less risks in life. leading to there being a ton more women than men. and since technology isn't quite to the level of the kingdoms proper,

well more hands to help maintain a house isn't bad right?

but most of all jaune is a man who only wants to do right by his family, whether that be those from the past, or the woman, or women, that he loves.

and this part needs no further clarification

tldr: au where jaune's part of a tribal community and brings his lover or lovers home to meet the family. how does that go for everyone?

P.S: also sorry for the flowery ask, i felt inspired by something

Ooh, do tell the inspiration!

"Unhand me, you brute!" Jaune sighed as the girl in white screeched and squirmed behind him. "Do you know who I am?! When my family hears of this, they will hang you for this! Do you hear me?"

Jaune kept his focus on the road ahead as he gripped the reigns of Valorie, his mare, glancing left and right occasionally to avoid an ambush. His family might have a hold on the territory, but with his father growing in age, so, too, did that grip loosen. A rival tribe or rogue patrol from the kingdoms would easily snatch up an easy target like the lone swordsman and his latest bride.

"Could you at least tell me where we're going?"

"Home." Jaune answered, not looking back.

"Oh, yes, of course! How could I not know? And where exactly is your home?"

"Just up ahead."

"Uh huh, I see, and what are you going to do once you're home?"

Jaune let out a long sigh as he stretched his shoulders a bit. "Well, drop you off with the others, then have you judged, if there's enough time."

"Judged?" Weiss raised an eyebrow. "Judged for what?"

"Wife material." Weiss blushed and her jaw dropped. "Can you cook; can you clean; are you good with children; can you have children; do you have any family illnesses?" He shrugged. "Routine wedding discussions."

"W-Wedding?!" Ah, and just like that, the shrieking began anew. "You savage! You brute! I refuse to be treated like some stock taken to auction, about to be sold to some pervert noble!"

"You're not being sold to a noble." Jaune smiled and looked back. "Just me." Before she could begin again, Jaune let out a sigh of relief. "Finally, we're home."

It may have only been about a week since Jaune had left, but it felt like forever since his departure from the lands of Arcadia. The valleys and hills were as green and lush as ever, and the summer winds carried the calming scent of flowers across it all. He passed the growing crops, where he saw his sisters, their wives, and some of his own watering and tending to them. They waved to him, and he returned one to them.

"Welcome home, Miss Weiss." The girl marveled at the beauty. She had only heard of such places from her studies in the manor, but to see it in person was something else. Before she could admire it more, however, the mare stopped, jostling her from her focus.

Jaune slid down, then pulled Weiss down as well, carrying her bridal style. He then set her onto her own feet and untied the binds on her wrists and ankles. She lifted her leg, then kicked his shin. He yelped in pain.

"That was for the kidnapping!" She shouted.

"Yeesh! Just a kick?" Weiss turned to see a lilac-eyed blonde woman in fieldwork garments smiling at her. "When he dropped me off, they had to get his old man to get me off of him." She looked past Weiss to Jaune. "You going soft on me, or just your taste in women?"

"And who are you?" Weiss spat. "One of his whores?"

Yang laughed and placed a sweaty, mud-encrusted paw on her delicate shoulder. It felt warm at first, then hot as her grip became tight, and her eyes red. "I dare you to say that again."

"Yang, stop it!" Weiss and Yang looked to the younger girl running from inside the house. She was a brunette with red tips and silver eyes, and she wore a red apron that she had to roll up to her shins. She futilely tugged on the blonde woman's arm. "Jaune told you not to hurt anyone else!"

She let go, making the girl yelp as she was lifted with her arm. "Aw, c'mon, Rubes, we were just playing!" She then looked to Weiss, her eyes lilac once more. "Ain't that right, Ice Queen?"

"Ice Queen?!" Weiss balked.

"Yang, cut it out, please." Jaune sighed.

"Fine, fine!" Yang turned around, lowering her arm. The smaller girl let go as she walked away. "Besides, the crops won't grow themselves. I'll go be a good workhorse." She stopped to look back and winked. "I expect my carrot tonight, though, sweetheart~."

"Play nice and we'll see." Jaune responded with a smile. With that, Yang chuckled and resumed walking, swaying her hips for a few more yards before jogging back to the field. He looked to the younger girl and smiled. "And how have you been, Ruby?"

She sighed. "Do you mean after you left, or after you came back?"

"Both."

"After you left, I missed you. It was your mom's birthday, but I couldn't afford a present, so I took on her chores for the week, but I didn't expect her chores included chimney cleaning, so now I have soot so far up my nose, I'm still sneezing black. Then I had to tend to the chickens, but they're so vicious, and I swear they can smell weakness, because the rooster jumped me at least six times. Then Zwei needed a bath, but he somehow tricked me into the tub, so I smell like wet dog a little bit. And then I had to bake her cake all on my own, but there were eggshells in it and it came out both burnt and raw somehow, and I just- Argh!" Ruby collapsed into Jaune's torso. "I really missed you."

Jaune held her and kissed the crown of her head. "I missed you, too, Ruby." He stepped back and held a hand outward towards Weiss. "Ruby Rose-Arc, this is Weiss Schnee. She's going to be my newest bride." He looked to Weiss. "Weiss Schnee, this is Ruby Rose-Arc, my second wife. She and Yang will help prepare you for judging."

"It's so nice to meet you!" Ruby swooped in, snatching the other woman's hands in hers. Her smile was wide and bright. "It'll be nice to have another short girl in our home!"

"No!" Weiss yanked her hands away. "I refuse! When my father hears of this, he'll-"

"Oh, that reminds me!" Jaune walked to Valorie and reached into her saddlebag. Weiss grumbled as she watched him pull out a small, burlap sack. "Here, Ruby. This was part of the dowry, but I want you to have it."

Ruby opened the sack and squealed in delight. "Dust crystals!" She hugged the new woman tightly. "You are the bestest bestie a bestie could ever have!"

"What the-?! Where did you get those?!" Weiss shrieked.

"From your father." Ruby ran inside with her new sack. "In exchange for marrying you, we'll allow him to trade through our lands."

"My father would never-!" Jaune gave her a curious look. "I mean, not to one of his own-!" Her voice grew softer. "I thought..."

"Listen," Jaune placed a hand on her shoulder, "if you don't want to marry me, I understand. Most of the others didn't want to, either. But if you give it a few days, you might learn to love it here. You won't go hungry, you'll be well protected, and I promise you'll be loved every day."

"I just... I didn't think I would be treated like this. By my own family."

"I know." Jaune removed his hand. "Would it be okay if I hugged you?"

"I-"

"JAUNEY!" The two saw a young woman bull rush towards Jaune, carrying a dead boar high above her head. Jaune extended his arms out and caught her, spinning in place at least a dozen times. Blood sprayed around, including onto Weiss and the other two as they embraced. When they stopped, Jaune set her down, giving her a butterfly kiss with his nose to hers. "You're home!"

Jaune chuckled. "Yup!" He peered around her and looked to Weiss. "And I brought back someone new."

Nora turned around and gasped as she looked at Weiss. "Oh! My! Dust! You are so small!" She looked to Jaune and waggled her brow. "Be careful you don't break her!" She then laughed. "I'd shake your hand, but, uh, I'm a little busy. I'm Nora Valkyrie-Arc, Jaune's fourth wife."

"Weiss Schnee." Blood dripped from her hair. "And I was just about to leave."

"Aw! Already?! We were gonna make pancakes tomorrow!"

"I was going to make pancakes, Nora." Weiss turned to the male voice and saw a slim man in the doorway, wearing both an apron and a blank expression. "Just like I do every morning for you."

"Renny!" Nora cheered before tossing the trophy to him. "This is my first husband, Lie-Valkyrie Ren!"

Despite his slim figure, the man held the heavy beast with seemingly no trouble. "A pleasure to meet you." He nodded, before turning to head inside.

"Is he also your husband?" Weiss asked. Jaune chuckled nervously. This was going to be a long day, but they both already knew that.

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