#i think i could crush a watermelon with my thighs

[captainfern]

ok so now my brain is braining

ghost ? ghost.

it’s the arms i think (18+, gn!reader)

mmm arms

no but seriously look at them

ghost’s arms would be strong as hell, wide shoulders and a thick neck to sink our teeth into :3

his torso would be thick as hell too. no slutty little waist for our lieutenant, his abdomen is stocked with thickly corded muscle and just pure overall mass

titties too. i love a man with some squishy pectoral muscles oh em gee

imagining the back muscles too, the dips and planes of muscle and the ridges of his shoulder blades and spine. the way they’d contract each time be bent over or moved his arms

and then that tattoo UGH watch me suck the ink out of that mf

pause

no but the tattoo is so sexy i cannot. imagine tracing your fingers up and down the patterns while he’s hugging you in bed, or watching the way the lines stretch and pull with the movements of his thick biceps

pull up the t-shirt and there will be a nice thick happy trail to run your fingers (or tongue) down !!!

thick fucking thighs too. i mean you can watch any of the campaign and his thighs are just there looking so good in those stupid jeans

thick thick thick thighs. could crush a watermelon 100%. tattoos on them too. more spots to kiss x

ok horny thoughts time

fuck ghost missionary to scratch at his broad shoulders and up and down his back, and lock your ankles or legs around his built torso or arse. his thick arms would cage your head, his wide chest pressing to yours, his fat cock stretching you open

grab at his arms or neck and massage/grope and he’ll be moaning in your ear loud as hell

don’t matter your body size or weight, this man will put you in his lap to guide you with his strong arms up and down his cock

honestly, the more of you the better. ghost loves showing off his strength to you. loves holding the softness of your thighs or tummy while he splits you open on his lap, his cock knocking right up against your pleasure spot

or or or if your body will allow, he’s pressing your legs up over his shoulders while he ruts into you, holding you in place with two big hands. he’s obsessed with the way he can hold you in certain positions <3

#here we go again !!! #captainfern #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley smut #cod ghost #ghost smut

[miguel-ohara-eater]

You like 'em huh?

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(summary: Miguel notices you looking at his muscles after he'd taken a shower, so he uses them.)

CW: rough sex, choking kinda, verstimulation, biting, spitting, slapping, size difference

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"Hey Miggy?" you call out, trying to take the case off of your phone to replace it with the new one he'd bought earlier, bur your nails were too long.

"hm?" he said, walking out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, his hair wet.

"could you help me take this off?" you ask him, luckily still looking down at the phone case cause if you weren't you probably wouldn't have been able to speak

"lemme see." he said, holding out his hand.

you look up, handing him the phone and he sits down on the bed next to you, trying to pick off the phone case.

your eyes nearly popped out of your head and turned into hearts. although you'd seen his body a couple times, it wasn't all the way like this.

you both hadn't even had sex yet, and his body SOO made you want to.

the way his back rippled when his large hands tried to pry the phone and phone case apart, his pecs that were basically tits, his abs, his arms that you wanted him to put you in a headlock in, and his THIGHS.

god his thighs were beefy, thicker than yours even. call yourself cliche but you wanted him to crush your skull in between his thighs like a watermelon, and he probably could.

without even thinking, you reached out and laid your palm against his bicep, causing him to jump a bit.

you took your hand back as he looked at you and raised an eyebrow, probably expecting an explanation.

"sorry." you say, picking at your nails in your lap, your eyes still somewhat on his face but more on his body.

he grinned, setting the phone aside and turning to you a bit.

"you like 'em huh?" he asked, and you looked at him.

"well, duh. your arms look like they could do one karate chop to my back and break it."

he smiled and slid his hand underneath your shirt, his large and rough hand rubbing against the soft skin of your stomach.

"do you need me to break your back?" he asked teasingly, and you couldn't tell if he was joking or not.

but either way you looked at him wide-eyed, and nodded a little.

"are you gonna?" you ask

"I can." he answered and slid his hand up further, cupping your breast and rubbing his thumb against your hard nipple underneath your bra, almost asking permission to take off your clothes.

you nod, and he takes his other hand around the hem of your shirt, lifting up your shirt over your head, taking it off and tossing it onto the floor.

"take all of your clothes off, I'll be back." he says, sitting up and walking into the bathroom.

you take everything off, your bra, panties, and shorts.

feeling a little exposed you wrap your arms around yourself, and then he walks back in.

in his hand is a bottle of lube, and this time he doesn't have the towel around his waist.

your eyea almost pop out of your head and turn into hearts at the size of his dick.

he must've notices or something, because he walked towards you, sitting on the bed in front of you and he wrapped his hand around his cock.

"do you like it?" he teased, sitting on his knees in front of you.

"well, yeah but that's not going to fit Miguel!" you say. not that it was your first time, but it was your first time ever having a dick that big inside of you.

he flicks open the bottle, setting it propped up on a pillow next to you and he crawls on top of you, his cock laid flat against your tummy and he spreads your legs around his waist.

"then we'll make it fit." he smiles, cupping your cheek and turning your head to up to him and he kisses you.

you kiss him back, your hands reaching up into his hair and he reaches over and grabs the lube.

he breaks the kiss, sitting up and putting some on his hand then wrapping his hand around his cock, giving himself a few pumps.

he lowers his cock, rubbing it in between your folds and he kisses the valley of your breasts.

he coats you and himself in the lube combined with your wet slick, and then he sits up again.

"turn over." he demanded, and you did.

turning over onto your stomach, he grabbed a pillow and put it underneath your hips.

he leaned over you, his tip teasing your entrance and he wrapped his thick arm around your neck.

it felt like you were going to snap in half, but that's also what you wanted.

he reached down with his other hand, holding the base of his cock and guiding the tip into you.

you winced as you felt yourself stretch, wincing at the feeling and you buried your face in his arm.

he kissed your head, pushing it in further and trying not to groan since you were uncomfortable.

"you're doing good okay?" he cooed, pushing it in about halfway and staying still for you to adjust.

you whimpered and nodded, adjusting to his size and he smacked your cheek a couple times.

"goood giiirl." he said, talking to you like a dog.

he pushed the rest in, then slowly started to move.

he groaned softly, tightening his grip around your neck.

"so fucking tight..." he grunted, his hips moving at a regular pace now that you've adjusted.

your mouth went slack, eyes rolling to the back of your head and you reached up and grabbed the headboard, biting down on his arm.

the whole bed was rocking at this point, his massive size fucking you like this was expected to probably break the bed if anything.

his face got faster, and your back arched further. you felt like you were already going to cum but you wanted to cum around the time time he did. whenever that was.

he spat on your cheek, slapping it into your skin as his hips fucked you relentlessly.

"you like that huh? my pretty girl with her eyes rolled back like that hm?" he taunted, whispering in your ear.

he was panting and grunting, which was more than enough to get you off anyways.

you whined, your pussy aching with pleasure and you felt like you could've came any second.

"fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-" you moaned out, your orgasm ripping through you.

your ass pressed flush against him as he fucked you through it, his pace stuttering as your walls clamped down on him, milking him for everything he had.

your cum coated his cock, making a thick white ring around his length and he kept fucking you.

"just one more okay? god this pussy is so good." he groaned, slapping your cheek and he kissed behind your ear.

you were seeing white, the slight overstimulation stinging inside of you but it felt so good.

"this pussy is mine." he growled, the headboard slamming against the wall with every one of his thrusts.

your fingernails dug into the sheets and headboard, a bit of drool spilling out of the corner of your mouth.

"say it." he demanded "say this pussy is mine."

you couldn't barely move, let alone talk but you managed.

"i-it's yours-" you whined, feeling another knot tighten in your stomach as he kept going.

he slapped you again. "that's right. and you're gonna take this cock until I'm done okay?"

you nodded slightly, since the only thing you could do was take it anyways.

your swollen clit was pulsing, your body aching for another orgasm.

it spilled out of you for the second time, Miguel not slowing his pace.

a second coat of cum covered his dick and dripped out of your swollen pussy, your walls tightening around his cock.

he groaned, his pace stuttering slightly.

the overstimulation was killing you, your hole pulsing and clenching around him as you squirmed a little.

he tightened his arm around your neck more, his other hand holding you in place.

"just a couple more minutes okay? I'm close baby I'm close." he panted, his cock twitching inside of you.

you were seeing stars, the only sounds coming out of you were whimpers and whines.

next thing you knew you'd came two more times, and he kept saying "one more time?"

"M-Miguel no more-" you whimpered, tears rolling down your cheeks.

you wanted more, but at the same time you didn't.

he'd been edging himself the last two of your orgasms so he nodded

"okay okay okay." he grunted, and with a couple more thrusts his body twitched and a huge load of hot cum spilled inside of you, his face buried in the crook of your neck and he whimpered, his arm loosening around your neck as he just laid on top of you with his softening cock inside of you.

your head flopped against the pillow, and he weakly kissed your cheek.

he pulled out, laying next to you and closed his eyes, panting.

"let's take a shower."

and you nodded.

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(you got good aftercarw dw 😛)

the other one for today will probably be submitted later tonight, I still haven't started it.

I've got baddd adhd and it sucks to pay attention to write these.

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#spiderman 2099 #2099 #astv miguel #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x you #kinktober #miguel o'hara #miguel smut #miguel spiderman #spider man 2099 #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara x reader smut #smut

[arc-misadventures]

Android Alterations

Jaune: Hey, Penny?

Penny: Yes, Boyfriend Jaune?

Jaune: Now I’m not saying I want you to, or that you have to! But, since you’re an android, can you change… your bodies… proportions?

Penny: Inquiry: What do you mean by: Change my bodies proportions?

Jaune: Like, can you make yourself… say taller?

Penny: I can do just that! One moment.

Jaune: One moment, one moment for…? Whoa…

Penny: There! Now I am as tall as, Boyfriend Jaune!

Jaune: Waow that’s amazing!

Penny: I can do even more than that!

Jaune: Like what?

Penny: I can also change my body shape from a, ‘ruler’ type body into a ‘hourglass’ shape. For example:

Jaune: Ruler, hourglass what arrrrrrrrr…? Oh…

Penny: What do you think?

Jaune: Slim to thic just like that? Impressive.

Penny: I can also make my thighs thiccer!

Jaune: But, aren’t they alll… Okay, you went from a ten to a twenty… those are certainly… watermelon crushing thighs…

Penny: I can also change my cup size to your liking!

Jaune: M-My liking? Penny I like your breast the way…

Penny: B-Cup to H-Cup!

Jaune: The way they are now…

Penny: What do you think, Boyfriend Jaune?

Jaune: That’s certainly impressive, Penny. It’s always amazing to see the things that you can do.

Penny: Sensational! I am now, Boyfriend Jaune’s ideal woman! We shall celebrate this by engaging in the, ‘Snu Snu!’

Jaune: Wait?! Ideal woman? Penny, you were always my ideal woman, even before all of this. It was always just you.

Penny: Oh~! Boyfriend Jaune is the best guy any girl android could ask for~! But, inquiry: Based upon your past porn history; Isn’t this your preferred body type?

Jaune: You went through my porn history?!

Penny: Yes.

Jaune: So y-you also know what else I’m into…?

Penny: Yes.

Jaune: And, knowing all of that, you still want to do the, ‘Snu Snu?’

Penny: With this body: Yes.

Jaune: …

Jaune: A-Add four more inches… then we’ll do the, Snu Snu…

Penny: Sensational~!

#rwby #jaune arc #penny polendina #penny x jaune #jaune x penny #rwby arculusrift #ai art I know #Can’t find what I want regardless how hard I look

[akumakosuke]

I’m outta the hospital and back on my usual horny shit….

I cannot get these thoughts outta my head someone restrain me…

Look, im all for having a ‘fit’ partner.

Hard muscles, tight abs, slim waist, slender body and whatnot but sometimes i just want a big chubby teddy bear of a lover to come home to and use their thicc thighs as pillow.

I’m talkin’ ‘bout fluffy, okay? Stocky, wide hips, tummy pudge, thicc thighs, full chest and an absolute dump truck that i want parked on my fuckin’ face, i don’t give a fuck if they think I wouldn’t be able to breathe or they’re ’too heavy’!

Baby suffocate me! Glory, glory what of a hell of a way to die!

Wrap those thighs around my head, I ain’t a watermelon I ain’t gonna burst so easily!

i say watermelon because with those thighs they could crush one and the way i would sell my soul to be that watermelon.

I want to hear those pretty, little, breathy moans fall from their lips like a river of honey while I devour them like the sweetest treat in the world.

My hands gripping their full ass, moulding the soft flesh like fresh clay.

God, they would be so damn gorgeous it would drive me insane.

I would literally worship the ground they walked on!

I would make sure to make all their insecurities melt away like snow on the first day of spring, making sure they know how much i love them and their body, telling them how cute they are, how perfect they are.

Oh to sink my teeth into their pudgy stomach, leaving indentations of my teeth, marking them as mine.

Watching them squirm and writhe as i trail up their stomach, marking their full chest, wrapping my lips around their nipples, sucking like i could get milk outta them, urg!

Praising them softly while my hands grip their hips as i drill my dick into their tight heat, wrapping around my entire length and squeezing so deliciously, their walls pulsing because we’ve been at it for hours but I just can’t stop because the feeling is so addictive, so warm, so wet, so perfect.

Forcing their knees up to their chest, folding them in half after they said they could do it because their ‘too fat’ or some dumb shit like that, like respectfully shut up there’s no such thing and i refuse to them insult themselves and thing ‘fat’ is a bad thing.

Watching their body ripple as i pound into them like a wild animal because they make me lose control and I can’t help myself! It’s so mesmerising I can’t look away, I don’t want to look away, i would never look away.

Fucking every thought and insecurities outta that pretty little head of theirs if they are insecure which they shouldn’t be because they’re so beautiful, my beautiful, big baby.

AND

Just holding them from behind, wrapping my arms around their waist, delicately trailing my fingers up and down their perfect curves in front of the mirror, my face nuzzled into their neck, peppering small kisses along their soft jawline while whispering how much i love them.

3 a.m snack runs because we’re both hungry after i blew their back out, hands intertwined as they pull me along, grabbing our favourite snacks and drinks. Them still having so much energy when just an hour ago they were panting, begging for a break.

Coming home after a long day and being greeted by the biggest smile, warmest hugs and softest kisses. Cuddling in our room, them laying on their back and me laying on them with my head on their tummy, arms around their waist while they run their hands through my hair.

IN CONCLUSION i just need a chubby lover to hold me like a baby AND fuck like a beast THANK YOU.

#akumakosuketoughts #top male reader #dom male reader #seme male reader #male reader #PLEASEINEEDMEACHUBBYLOVERLIKEINEEDOXYGEN

[hunterbunter3000]

Sweetheart can crush a watermelon between her thighs and I KNOW it

AND YOU'RE 100% RIGHT

18+ MDNI PLS I BLACKED OUT ON THIS

NO PENETRATION HAPPENS BUT STILL OTHER STUFF HAPPENS

(Leg Humping, thigh licking, Sweetheart being mean😱😱, praise, hair pulling, thigh kissing, thumb sucking, threatening(at the end) femdom? Yeah i think, choking (at the end), degradation, cumming in pants) idk what to call the last one 😭😭

Woooooo babes when Graves arrogantly dared Sweetheart to open a watermelon without using a knife, he didn't expect her to do THAT

He didn't believe her when she said she could do the dare. And that made Sweetheart irritated (everything Graves says and does make her irritated)

She had a frown on her face throughout the whole time she did it

Laid down the mat with a frown. Took her jeans off with a frown (IN FRONT OF GRAVES MIND YOU) grabbed the watermelon and sat on the mat with a frown. Placed the said fruit BETWIXTED her thighs with a frown. And then looked Graves dead in the eyes with a deep glare while crushing the watermelon with ease. Some of the insides of the watermelon splashed everywhere and on top of her thighs.

Graves was SHOOK

FROZEN TO THE CORE

HE WAS LIKE

Omg his mind went PSYCHO- Her legs are THAT STRONG?? like I know they're big but FUCK that was hot for no reason and I want that to be my head or my di-

"Ey. Graves." Sweetheart says with a low voice. She always used a cold, uninterested tone with Graves. And my god did it give him shivers. "I did your dare. Don't underestimate me, it makes ya look stupid." He shifts his feet, trying to hide his rapidly growing erection. With his arms crossed muting his rapid heart he clears his throat. "That was- impressive, I'll give ya that." He forces out. (That is n o t what he wanted to say)

"Didn't really complete the dare, Darlin'." He says with a smirk. Sweetheart looks up at him with wide eyes. "Are you serious?! I totally did, I opened the watermelon without using a knife!" She exclaims. Ugh God, his brat mode is on.

"Yeah, but it's everywhere. Very messy to even enjoy the melon." Graves pointed out. He knows she did the dare right. He doesn't know why he's like this, but he enjoys Sweetheart's outbursts. And he's so ready for this one.

"Then lick it clean."

....Or not. What the fuck--

"...'Scuse me?" Did he hear her right?

Her face is neutral, with no amusement or joke in sight. Still on the mat, she slowly widens her legs. "You said it's messy. Lick and eat it clean."

Philip didn't know what to do. Yes he did. He wanted to get on all fours and lick the juice on her meaty thighs. Feeling the heat from her soft, scarred brown skin while he moves up, up, up... all the way to her hips with his tongue.

But will he give her what she wants? She always gets her way around everyone, and it makes him annoyed. He huffs out a laugh with an exasperated expression. "You fucking serious? As much as that sounds like a good time, no way in hell am I doing that--" Philip's breath sucks back in when her hand cups his clothed erection. "This says otherwise." Sweetheart stated. He can see that tick of amusement smeared on her mouth, yet her eyes are still hard and cold zeroing on his crotch. Shit, he got caught.

Sweetheart hums as her hand paws through the denim of his jeans. She can feel his cock getting bigger and bigger through her fingers. Picturing his girth, his length, fuck-- the head of his cock. She never thought of his size, as she can't stand him. But her patience has run insanely thin with his attitude and obvious envy with her team. He needs to be knocked down a peg;

So why not do it now? In her own way?

She looks up at him with doe eyes, her dolly eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks. She smiles at him fully, which catches him off guard, until he feels a harsh pull against his jean belt hoop that makes him tumble to the floor. Eyes connecting with each other. Her grip on his jaw is painful, but not as painful as the stretch in his pants. She brings him close to her face, lips almost touching. Just a bit more, just a bit more and they'll actually kiss... how Graves has been dreaming of that to happen.

Fate is not on his side, however.

"Lick. It." She grits. Graves will is deteriorating by the second. With the sweat coming down his neck and a swallow of thick saliva, he changes his position. Now straddling her right leg, he stares at the wet sticky thigh. Different war scars and bullet holes scattered across the skin, like someone scratched and bruised pure gold. Sweetheart spreads her legs slowly, still looking at him with narrowed eyes.

You could at least say something. Graves thinks. Say anything to me. Please.

"Go on, Graves. Show me that you're actually useful." Sweetheart coos, in a sugary condescending tone. He closes his eyes and shivers. More.

His hands tremble when he grips the fat thigh, squishy and softer than he thought. The whine he let out when his tongue meets the sticky skin was so broken and desperate; wanting to please her.

"There we go," Sweetheart mumbles, her hand finding his hair and grabbing some. "Good boy. Use that filthy tongue. Always talkin' shit where you could be used for things like this." She chuckles, a dark undertone in it. "Who would've thought, huh? You being a fucking bottom bitch suits you." Yes. It does. It always has when it comes to you.

Sweetheart hears a broken moan come from Graves, seeing his hips snap on her shin. "Are you... Are you getting off to this?" She raises her voice at him, pulling his hair to meet her face. His short gasp and heavy-lidded eyes tell Sweetheart everything she needs. "Oh god, you are." Her face scrunches in disgust, not knowing that just turns him on more. "You're fucking disgusting ya'know that? Grinding on my leg like some bitch in heat." Her finger traces his jaw and flicks his wet chin. More. Please call me disgusting more. I need it.

Graves bites his lip, not wanting a loud moan out and cause attention from other people. His hips are still humping her shin, like he can stop it. He craves the friction of getting off. If Graves stops now, he wouldn't know what to do with himself.

"Do you like being a little bitch in heat? Hm?" She asks again in that sugar tone. Graves nods, brain turn into mush. "Yes... I'm a little bitch in heat... I'm a bitch and I need to cum-- please-" the grip in his hair tightens, making his eyes roll back and whine.

"Such a fuckin' whore." Sweetheart growls, shoving his head back to her thigh, tongue immediately licking and eating more of the watermelon. I'm your whore. I'm yours.

Sweetheart thinks of something, grinning like a devil when she moves her knee, making her shin go deeper into Philip's erection. "Fuck!" He yelps, his own legs clamping around her calf and hands clawing her cleaned thigh. "Awww, ya like that? Y'know what, since you cleaned my thigh, you deserve a reward. Don't you think so, little bitch?" Yes. Yes yes yes. I've been good. Please reward me.

Sweetheart looks at the huge tent in his pants while he babbles mindlessly. The dark spot on his jeans is getting bigger. She smirks and sighs. "You're such a mess, Philip." Her thumb interrupts his talking, his low moan made Sweetheart clench around nothing. She shakes off the heat that pools in her stomach and focuses back on Graves. "Go on, now. I want you to cum on my leg." She orders, his hips grinding faster into her shin. He sucks on her thumb, tongue swirling around her nail. Sweetheart's eye twitches; seeing Graves big, teary eyes and flushed face, that desperate face, is making her feel fuzzy and hot. Too hot.

She kisses her teeth and frowns, "This is taking too long." She mumbles. Her other hand grips his hip and forcefully moves him quicker while also rubbing her shin on his bulge. "Come on, Graves. I know you want to cum so be a good boy and fucking cum already." She whispers harshly in his ear and he whines, sucking on her finger harder. I'll be a good boy for you. Let me please you. Let me impress you.

He can feel the build up of his orgasm coming quickly, it almost feels too much. The quick friction on his cock, her thumb in his sweet mouth, her deep and ordering whispers in his ear, her scent; it's too much.

"There you go. Your breath is pickin' up-- you're close aren't you? Fucking finally." Sweetheart breathes out. She feels excited. She shouldn't be. "Now be the good little whore I know you are and cum for me." She says, moving to kiss his temple. That was it.

Graves let out a loud, broken moan as his hips stutter against Sweetheart. His legs shaking around her calf, his brain absolutely fried with pleasure. She coos, slowing down his hips and cupping his face. "Such a good job, Philip. Good boy." He sighs contently. I'm your good boy. I always want to be your good boy. Make me yours.

Sweetheart could've sworn she saw little hearts in his eyes. "I came f'you...M'a good boy.." Sweetheart chuckles at his slurring words. "Yes you are, honey. But just know this..." She moves her hand down to his throat and tightens. "Tell anyone about this, and I'll edge you until your dick falls off and feed it to you."

"Understand?"

He nods.

She smiles. "Good." She pushes him off and gets up. "Now go clean yourself off. No one wants to see your disgusting cum in your pants."

(I'm not very good 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️at writing smut but if I want to get better at it then I gotta keep writing it 🧍‍♀️)

#cod smut #philip graves #graves smut #modern warefare ii #black fem reader #modern warfare smut #black reader #cod x reader #cod oc #x fem!reader #black!reader #mw ii #mw2 graves #141 sweetheart #hunter's ask lounge ☕️

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

DO U EVER THINK ABIUT GENDERBENT 141??? because I'm sorry I'm queer as hell and au where everything is the same but Ghost is the most handsome butch woman to ever walk the earth?!?!?!? Barkbarkbarkbark

OR EVEN BETTER.... FEM GHOST AND REGULAR GHOST MY BI ASS GETTING SQWUISHED BETWEEN THEM 🫠🫠🫠

Man I am FERAL 2day

-🔪

Have I ever thought of Genderbent 141? UH??? YES??? EVERY DAY???? (never shared it before, but I 100% have thought about it)

Genderbent! 141

Simone Riley who’s ginormous for a woman, just as tall as half of the men around her, and with shoulders just as wide. Wears her hair in a crew cut (just like her male counterpart) because she gets hot around the neck and irritated with hair in her eyes if she tries to grow it out any longer, and she cannot be arsed to untie and retie her hair if she’s in a hurry to shoot a terrorist! Unironically uses her sports bra as a place to conceal MORE weapons. Do you know how many foldable knives she has hidden in her bra cups? Don’t ask, she won’t tell you. Never wears heels because she hates it and it’s just not her style, she’s a butch through and through.

Jane Price who surprisingly strikes SO much fear in recruits by being polite, understanding and a surprisingly calm leader because they KNOW that a woman that polite can’t survive/be taken seriously in the military unless she’s deadly efficient and ready to crush someone under her boot at the slightest provocation… Her hair is fairly long but she wears it tied in the military regulation bun that’s SO slicked back and tight it’s no wonder she has a permanent headache. Yes she wears the boonie hat all the time.

Kylie Garrick is pretty girl (just like Kyle is pretty boy). She has the PRETTIEST neatest cornrows and wears them in a bun because it’s convenient for work, plus it lets her still wear her beloved baseball cap!!!! She read the handbook cover-to-cover to know what’s allowed and what isn’t and knows exactly what she can get away with style wise. Watch her wear stud earrings of all colors and tinted lipbalm to skate by the ‘no makeup’ rules.

Johanna MacTavish is short but BEEFY. And I mean BEEFY. Between her arms and her thighs, she looks like she could crush skulls and watermelons alike with just a bit of squeezing… And she has taken advantage of her reputation as a destructive wildcard to get away with hair that does NOT pass regulation. I mean, are YOU going to go tell the one Scottish woman who’s built like a fridge and coincidentally the YOUNGEST recruit to pass SAS selection and also certified in demolitions and explosions to fix her hair? No, obviously not. So, she wears her hair LONG as shit and only pinned back enough to not get caught in her arms when shooting/fighting +  has an undercut so that she doesn’t overheat.

#asks #🗞️ anon #genderbent!141 #genderbend au #cod #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #genderbent!cod

[matchingbatbites]

watermelon sugar high (18+)

Much love to @amethyst-crowns for being my #1 cheerleader for this fic! So happy to finally share this with you! CW: This fic contains transmasc Steve Harrington, and I use both masculine and feminine terms for his genitalia. It also contains food porn, so feel free to skip if that's not your thing. Read on Ao3 | 3.3k

"What are you doing?" 

Eddie's voice sounds strangled to his own ears, and Steve looks up at him from his position on the pool patio. His boyfriend is wearing a t-shirt and the shortest swim shorts known to mankind, and his face is flushed from a combination of sitting in the sun and the exertion from whatever it is he's doing. He gives Eddie a tight smile and nods to the watermelon currently cradled in the grip of his thighs.

"Robin showed me a video of this guy crushing a watermelon between his thighs, and I wanted to see if I could do it." 

Eddie is a little baffled as he watches Steve, because what the fuck? Is this a thing? There’s no way this is a thing, that people actually do this. And yet here Steve is, hands braced on the concrete behind him, his hips lifting off the ground as he squeezes his legs again. 

Whatever Eddie was going to say in response dies in an instant. He feels weak in the knees as he watches the muscle of Steve’s thighs shift beneath skin, all taut and firm and bite-able from the strain. He needs to get down there, wants to feel it under his hands, wants to taste Steve’s effort with his tongue.

Steve lets out a pained groan that does absolutely nothing to help with Eddie's train of thought, and then a cracking, ripping sound cuts through the yard. The younger boy laughs in disbelief and looks up at Eddie, who can only stare, his face and dick both flooding with heat as the now watermelon halves drop onto the concrete.

The thought ‘god, I wish that were me’ somehow finds its way through the jumbled maze of Eddie's brain before slipping through his teeth and into the air. Steve just laughs again, bright and loud, even as his expression shifts into something hungrier. "Did you enjoy my little show, Eds?"

The weak, distracted “Yes, fuck,” that Eddie somehow manages to get out only widens the grin on Steve’s face. Eddie wishes he could string together more than two fucking words, wishes he could tell Steve how insanely fucking hot he found that whole display, but he’s entranced He’s completely spellbound as he watches juice drip off toned thighs, and Jesus Christ. What he wouldn't give to shove his face right between them, to lick them clean and feel them squeeze tight around his head. 

And either Steve is getting too good at reading Eddie, or - more likely - Eddie’s desires are currently plastered over his face like a billboard, because his sweet, sexy, sinful boyfriend spreads his legs open and leans back on his hands again. 

"You wanna taste, baby?"

Eddie whimpers and nods because God, does he want to. His hands twitch at his side with the need to reach out and grab, and he fists his hands in his jeans in an attempt to temper the urge. Steve sees it all, hums and tips his head to the side like he’s thinking about it, and Eddie stays where he is, waiting patiently even though every one of his nerves feels like a fucking live-wire.

"Mmm, okay."

Oh, Eddie doesn't need to be told twice. He jerks forward, eagerly dropping to to lay between Steve’s legs, uncaring about the crack of his knees or the fruit juice that soaks into his shirt. His hands wrap around his boyfriend’s gorgeous thighs and his tongue licks a stripe up that tempting expanse of skin. The sticky sweetness of the watermelon mixed with the salt of Steve’s sweat is a heady combo that Eddie instantly craves more of.

“That’s it, clean me up, Eds.”

Eddie feels like a starving man as he licks Steve clean, making his way closer and closer to the edge of those tiny fucking shorts with every pass, unable to resist giving him an occasional bite or sucking the beginnings of a bruise into lightly hairy skin. Steve’s legs are trembling by the time he moves to the other thigh and repeats it all over again, mirroring the entire process of lick-bite-kiss and flying high on the soft moans and breathy sighs coming from above him. 

When he finishes he glances up at Steve’s face and sees that his earlier flush has spread down onto his neck, that his pupils are blown wide with pleasure, and Eddie feels a sense of pride at how he did that. He made Steve all breathless and shaky with nothing but his mouth, with his teeth and tongue and careful attention. It leaves Eddie a little awestruck at the effect he has on Steve, and he hasn’t even touched anything except his thighs.

On that thought, Eddie looks down and sees more physical evidence of exactly what he can do to Steve, the dark spot forming on his shorts even more telling. He leans in again, fully intent on sucking the wet fabric into his mouth so he can taste it, but he’s stopped before he can get anywhere close. It takes him a moment to realize why, to notice that Steve has pushed a hand into his hair, holding him in place and keeping him from reaching his prize. 

His boyfriend tuts softly as he tugs on the locks, arching Eddie’s neck so he can look at his face properly. “Nuh-uh. If you want that you gotta beg for it, baby.”

Eddie shivers at Steve's tone, because fuck, it's gonna be one of those days. 

“Shit, Stevie please. You’re so fucking hot, sweetheart, need to taste you."

The hand tightens in his hair and Eddie whines high as Steve says "You need? How selfish of you, Eds. Maybe I should get myself off and make you watch, hm? Make you wish that it was you touching me instead."

Eddie shakes his head as best he can against the firm grip. "No no no, please. Wanna make you feel good, baby. Want you to use me however you need, wanna feel you come on my face."

Steve rolls his eyes in feigned annoyance and his fingers loosen. “I guess that’s good enough. Go ahead, then.”

Eddie barely gets out a “Thank you,” as he leans in and presses his tongue flat against that wet spot, tasting it for just a moment before moving up to Steve’s dick and licking a broad stripe over it through the shorts. He scrapes his teeth over it, knows the fabric will dull the sensation a bit, and Steve shudders. 

He grinds his hips up into Eddie's face for just a moment before he says “Get these off of me, baby,” and Eddie is eager to help as he pulls Steve’s shorts down and off. He tosses them somewhere nearby and presses back in, licking over Steve’s hole and tasting the slick that's leaking from him. Steve lets out a startled moan at the sudden contact, but seems more than happy to let Eddie do as he wants, especially when he brings a hand up to rub at Steve’s dick, especially when he hums his pleasure against Steve’s heated skin.

Every time he gets to have Steve like this is fucking Nirvana. There's no heaven that could be better than right here between Steve's legs, listening to him gasp and moan as Eddie gorges himself on his boyfriend's pleasure. The lingering flavor of watermelon in his mouth makes Steve taste divine, and when a thought flashes through Eddie’s mind- Well, he’s never been one to ignore an impulse for long.

Eddie digs his fingers into the nearby watermelon and grabs a chunk of the meat, completely heedless of the juice that soaks his hand and drips down his wrist. He crushes it in his hand, breaking it into smaller pieces before he smears it over Steve’s little dick and pussy, and the younger boy moans at the slick touch. Eddie dives in again and swipes his tongue through the mess, groaning loud at the taste of it, the sweetness of the fruit combined with Steve’s heady slick. Steve falls back so he’s laying flat and pushes his hips up, grinding against Eddie’s face as he sinks a hand back into brown curls and pulls.

“Fuuuck yeah, that’s it, baby. Love how greedy you are for it. Don’t even care that we’re outside, that anyone could stop by and see how good you are for me, huh?”

Eddie moans into soft skin, and just the idea of someone catching them like this has him grinding his own dick down into the concrete beneath him. He pushes his tongue into Steve’s hole and lets his nose bump up against his dick as Eddie eats him out, relishing in every noise and praise he pulls from his boyfriend. 

It's not long before Steve is gasping out a warning, an urgent “Fuck, baby, don't stop! Gonna come on your face, don't-!”

Nothing except another fucking gate opening beneath them could stop Eddie now, not when Steve is so close that Eddie can literally taste it. He brings a hand up and slides Steve’s dick between his fingers, the mix of spit and slick and juice easing the way as Eddie jerks him off, trying to give him that last little push over the edge. It pays off when those thighs snap shut around Eddie’s head and god, who needs to breathe when Steve is coming, moaning high and loud as he rides out his high against Eddie’s face. 

Eddie just lets it happen, enjoys the sharp tug of Steve’s hand in his hair, the trembling of his thighs where they’re squeezed tight around him. He feels Steve twitch for a moment before he relaxes all at once, his breath heavy as his legs fall away, and Eddie is finally able to pull back. The lower half of his face is soaked, he can feel it as it starts to dry on his chin, tacky and slightly uncomfortable, and he licks his lips to get just one more taste of the fucking ambrosia he’s just devoured.

He doesn’t have a chance to worry about properly cleaning off his face before Steve is pulling him into a sloppy kiss, and he just melts into it, lets Steve bully his tongue inside so he can taste himself in Eddie’s mouth. He must like what he finds because he lets out a low, heady moan that goes straight to Eddie's dick, and the older boy can’t resist rutting down into the concrete once more, needing some kind of relief.

Steve pulls back after a moment but doesn't go far, lets their lips brush as he asks “Want me to get you off, baby?”

“Yes, please, Stevie. Need to come so bad.”

“Yeah, I know you do. Do you want my hand or my mouth, sunshine?”

Eddie’s reply is a half-whimpered “Mouth, please,” and Steve grins.

“Of course, anything you want. Need you to do something for me first, though, okay?”

Eddie nods and Steve reaches out to grab the mutilated watermelon half, the one Eddie had dug his hand into earlier, and holds it as he looks at Eddie coyly. “Want you to get your dick all sweet and juicy for me. Can you do that, baby?”

Something in Eddie short-circuits at the mental image of what Steve is asking him to do, and he blinks rapidly as he glances between his boyfriend and the fruit in his hands. “Are you- Are you serious?”

Steve nods and hums, but Eddie can see him soften just a little at Eddie's hesitation. “You don’t have to. It’s just a thought.”

Eddie swallows hard and shakes his head. It’s weird, for sure, but they've never been the type to shy away from trying weirder things in bed. “No, I’ll- Yeah I’ll do it.”

Steve’s grin is predatorial as Eddie sits back on his knees and opens his jeans with trembling hands, so willing to do whatever Steve wants him to. He shivers when his dick is finally freed, and he places his hands on Steve’s as he moves closer, completely aware of his boyfriend’s hungry, eager gaze. He pushes forward and shudders when the underside of his dick makes contact with the red flesh, thankful when it’s a bit more sun-warmed than he expected.

Eddie rocks his hips hesitantly, not sure how to feel as his shaft slides through the mess, but Steve’s eyes on him keep him going, as does his soft “C’mon baby. Fuck it good for me.”

Jesus Christ. He doesn’t miss Steve’s soft gasp when he finally gives a proper thrust, and it’s all the encouragement he needs to do it again. “Shit, Stevie, the fuckin’ things I do for you.”

Steve just gives him a wicked smile, sharp hazel eyes flicking up to his face before looking back at where Eddie’s dick is sliding against the somewhat mangled fruit. “I love it. Love knowing how good you are for me, love seeing how far you’ll go to make me happy. You’d do anything I ask, wouldn’t you, love?”

Eddie nods as he continues to roll his hips, mutters a soft “Yeah, fuck, anything,” as he really starts to get into it.

Steve watches him for just another moment before he pulls a hand free and digs it into the meat of the watermelon, covering it in the juice. He grabs Eddie’s dick and strokes it, and it should be sticky and uncomfortable but instead it just makes him whine, makes his hips stutter as he bucks into the firm grip. 

“Stevie, sweetheart- You said-”

“I know what I said, baby. Just making sure you’re nice and sweet for me.” He jacks Eddie off for just a second more before he sets the watermelon off to the side. “Sit on the lounger for me?”

Eddie nods and stands up, wincing briefly at the ache in his knees as he moves the few feet to the lounge chair and sits on the edge of it. Steve follows him and settles between Eddie’s legs in a clear mirror of their earlier positions, and he locks eyes with Eddie as he leans in and scrapes his teeth over one denim-clad thigh, a mean mimicry of a bite that Eddie desperately wants.

“Want you to keep your hands to yourself, Eds. Absolutely no touching me, got it?”

Eddie’s reply is a weak “Yes, Stevie,” and Steve grins up at him. Eddie doesn’t have a chance to brace himself before Steve is swallowing him down, no teasing or licking or anything that he normally does. He just takes Eddie’s dick to the back of his throat like the fucking champ that he is, and Eddie releases a strangled whine as his hands fly up to grab at his own hair. 

His mouth is hot and wet and perfect, and after everything they’ve already done, Eddie knows that this won't take long at all. 

Steve looks at him through his lashes and groans like Eddie’s watermelon flavored dick is the best thing he’s ever tasted and Jesus fuck. Eddie tugs at his curls, enjoying how the sharp sting only adds to his quickly mounting pleasure, and he can’t even buck his hips because Steve has them in an iron grip as he presses them into the lounge seat. 

The show of strength rips a whine from Eddie’s throat and he can see the pleased sparkle in Steve’s eye as he bobs his head properly, doubling down on his attempt to make Eddie see fucking stars. It works so well, too well, and Eddie should probably be embarrassed by how quickly he’s going to come, but he isn’t. He knows that Steve loves seeing how fast he can make Eddie pop off, loves ripping an orgasm from him so quickly that it almost hurts, but fuck if Eddie doesn’t love it just as much .

“Shit, Stevie, gonna-!” 

Steve just ignores the warning, presses in until his nose is pressed into Eddie’s pubes, and it only takes him swallowing around the head of his dick for Eddie to be fucking gone. He curls forward as he comes down Steve's throat with a strangled moan, grateful for the death grip he has on his own hair because there's no way he'd be able to stop himself from touching Steve at this point. Not as his boyfriend sucks him dry, as he licks over Eddie's dick until the older is almost shaky with overstimulation. 

When Steve finally pulls away, Eddie feels completely boneless, like a puppet whose strings have been cut, and he drops back onto the lounge chair. He’s still trying to catch his breath when Steve climbs up into his lap and grabs one of his hands, and Eddie just watches as Steve guides it between his legs. 

"Gimme two fingers, baby. Let me have one more and then we can go shower, okay?" 

Eddie nods weakly and pushes two fingers up into Steve's dripping cunt, and god, if he wasn't still floating down from his sky-high climax, the absolute vision that is Steve riding his fingers would be enough to instantly have him going again.

Instead he just watches, angling his palm up to press against Steve’s dick so his boyfriend can grind down against it, chasing his own pleasure once again. He's making those breathy little gasps that Eddie loves to kiss out of his mouth, and looking down at Eddie with so much affection that it nearly drives his post-orgasm brain to tears.

"Fuck, Eds, love you so much. Always make me feel so good, baby. Perfect boy, just for me, yeah?”

“Yeah, Stevie,” Eddie breathes. He knows he's mirroring Steve's look of adoration, can't help it as he watches his boyfriend take what he wants, something Eddie is more than happy to give him. “Your good boy. Your toy to fuck and use. Love to watch you come 'cause of me, wanna see it, please.”

Steve gasps and nods, his hand snaps down to take Eddie's wrist in an iron grip as he grinds down, a bit sloppy and uncoordinated now. His head drops back and he moans loud as he comes again, hips stuttering and thighs shaking. Eddie’s hand is quickly drenched in slick as that wet heat clenches tight around his fingers, and Eddie shudders with the briefest moment of regret that it’s not his dick currently buried in Steve.

He pulls his fingers free and wipes them off on his shirt, knowing that the article is already filthy at this point, and rubs his clean - cleaner - hand over Steve’s thigh. He watches as the boy takes a second to catch his breath, coming down from his high a little before he’s leaning forward to draps himself over Eddie’s chest. 

Eddie feels him placing a few kisses to the underside of his jaw and dips his chin to get a lazy but proper kiss. They just lay there for a while, lounging and kissing as that syrupy satisfaction settles into their bones, the gentle quiet only broken when Steve speaks up.

"You promise that you're not weirded out by the watermelon thing?" He’s clearly worried as he asks, and Eddie leans in to nuzzle at his cheek in a moment of soft reassurance.

"Babe, you regularly put me on a leash and call me puppy-" 

"Because you asked me to!"

"-Therefore, I think it would take something a lot more extreme for you to weird me out." 

Eddie grins as he leans in and scrapes his teeth over Steve's jaw, not hard enough to be an actual bite, but enough that Steve leans into it. "Or did you forget that you're talking to Hawkin’s very own king of the freaks?”

Steve hums in disbelief, still a bit unsure, and Eddie can’t resist pressing one more kiss to the twin moles on his cheek. “Besides, I'm pretty sure I put it on your dick first."

"Huh. You know what? You're right. I'm completely faultless here." Steve sits up and pats Eddie's chest, significantly more chipper than he was mere seconds ago. "C'mon, puppy. Let's go take a shower."

#steddie fic #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #trans steve harrington #joey writes

[selfishlove-tf]

‘Hey.’

His low voice snapped me out of my disbelief at what I had just seen. My step-father, the most average Joe, had just grown into a massive hunk in minutes... and I was hard as a rock!

‘Hi,’ I replied shakily.

‘You like?’ I could only nod. ‘You want this, kid?’ Again, I nodded. ‘You want to be like this?’ Wait... I could be like him? ‘Before you answer, just know that it comes with a side effect.’

‘Yes, oh god please!’ I almost shouted.

‘Wow, someone’s desperate, but don’t say I didn’t warn you, son.’

He stood up, watermelon-crushing thighs supporting a tapered waist below heaving, juicy pecs. He was so tall, a foot taller, and then he walked towards me, his pendulous snake of a cock swinging back and forth until he reached me. I was practically drooling, unable to keep my mouth closed.

‘Y’know son, this family has been a bunch of nobodies for too long. I think that should change...’ he grabbed my jaw and tilted my head to look at him directly into his deep brown eyes. ‘Don’t you agree?’ He almost growled like a predator as I nodded again. ‘Good boy. Let’s get started.’

Dad leaned in and pulled my mouth towards his. Soon, our mouths connected and we started to kiss. He shoved his tongue into my mouth and he hungrily ate at me. It was a little after that I realised a taste of honey. It was a thick consistency and Dad was feeding it through his mouth into mine. The more that flooded my mouth, the quicker my throat went into auto-swallowing. We made out (I swallowed the honey) for so long, I was losing track of time and I was getting dizzy.

When Dad pulled away, I almost followed but he stood me still with a devilish smile on his face as he stepped back and lounged in the chair behind him. At some point, he had taken my clothes off of me and I had not realised. I was left in my blue briefs. ‘Stay there and wait.’

I was confused, but not for long. Soon enough, my body started to buzz and I felt wave after wave slowly creeping through my body and gained in both speed and ecstacy. It became lightning through my body, lighting every nerve in my body. I glanced over at Dad whose giant hand was rubbing his throbbing, meaty dick as he watched before a huge wave hit me and my eyes closed tightly.

I felt my body strain, skin started to stretch, bones started to crack, and muscle started to expand. The waves starting from my feet carried the effect north, through my torso, down my arms and into my head. I flexed my toes involuntarily as my feet started to elongate from a size nine to a bigger size twelve. my calves shapened into sharp diamonds following my thighs that grew until they touched. My hips widened and my ass inflated like ballons into two perfect bubbles but the growth skipped my dick. A deep V carved itself following a set of cobblestone abs and my back flared out like wings. My pecs pumped up slightly to a more toned look, nothing like my Dads firm pillows. Veins ran down my biceps that tensed, increasing to the size of baseballs, my forearms and hands complimenting the size. My shoulders bouldered up and my neck thickened and the wave moved up to my face. My features sharpened, my jaw able to cut paper, my cheekbones were high and my lips puffed up. To say that I was a heartbreaker was not enough to what the transformation did to my face and, judging by my quick glance at the mirror in the room, my eyes allured like my Dads.

Speaking of my Dad, he stood back up and walked towards me again, his python hard and directing his way to me. He wrapped an arm around my lower back, looked down to my dick and shook his head. ‘You always were a grower.’ With that, his free hand gripped my hardened dick concealed inside my blue briefs and he started to palm and yank at it. My nerves were on fire, and I started to moan loudly.

‘You like that, boy?’

‘Yes papi!’ I exhaled. ‘Please, more!’

‘Your growth is complete, now I get to have some fun.’

With both hands, he grabbed my asscheeks and dug into them, pulling me towards the couch again. With his strength, he tore my briefs from my body, pulled me over his dick and slammed me down onto his monster. ‘Fuck papi! Yesss!” I yelled, but not from pain. Pure ecstacy coursed through me as I realised my ass was self-lubricating.

‘The best thing about bottoms is that their ass leaks sweet, slick honey,’ he breathed. ‘So it’s easy to get to the best parts.’

He scooped up a bit of the slick and shoved his finger into my mouth, and I suckled like a baby, my wanton moans desperate for more. This sexuality, the need to be fucked grew and grew and I found myself riding his dick faster and slamming my hips down as hard as possible.

‘You’re such a whore - no, you’re Daddy’s whore. That’s the side effect. You keep wanting more... don’t worry, so do I. We’re going to be fucking for a while, Son. Get used to it.’

He tilted me back, lifted my legs up and started to jackhammer into me. I was in pure bliss and knew that I would never want this to end. I can’t thank my Daddy enough for transforming me.

#daddy and son #muscle tf #muscle growth tf #muscle transformation

[silverynight]

Plain

Izuku doesn't understand... Why did that beautiful girl ask him out? It doesn't make any sense. She just did that in front of his classmates and now everyone's tense, waiting for him to say something. Katsuki looks murderous (but that's not actually unusual) and Kirishima has a hand on his shoulder like he wants to stop him from killing someone.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles nervously, not knowing what to say. He considers her attractive, but Izuku doesn't like her that way.

"It's okay," she sighs, nodding to herself. "I knew you were going to reject me, but I wanted to try anyway; I know you're way out of my league."

"WHAT?" Izuku chokes, blinking in shock as the girl runs away from him.

This has to be a joke.

"I think you handled it well," Uraraka says with a supportive grin on her face. It's obvious that she (as well as everyone else) heard what the girl said. But no one seems to be surprised.

"I don't understand," he mumbles. "Why did she say that? I'm so plain..."

His classmates don't let him finish; they look at him almost outraged, like Izuku is lying on purpose. But he's not, he's always known that he's not really attractive or–

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME, NERD?" Katsuki growls, looking irritated. In a second, he's right in front of Izuku, squeezing his cheeks with both hands, tilting his head up so the boy is looking back at him.

"Kacchan... What–"

"With these stupid freckles, that curly hair and those big eyes of yours..." The explosive boy huffs, cradling Izuku's face, narrowing his eyes at him. "You're also built like a brick shithouse and your thighs can crush a watermelon and YOU THINK YOU'RE PLAIN? ARE YOU FUCKING BLIND?"

Izuku blinks a couple of times... He feels a little bit lost, why is Katsuki so intense about that? Suddenly, he feels his cheeks turn red and notices that Katsuki is blushing as well, although he's still frowning at him.

"So... You think I'm... attractive?"

"Yes, we all do, Midoriya," Todoroki says suddenly, making Izuku look at him completely flustered because he had forgotten the others were there too.

Katsuki turns to bare his teeth at him before looking back at Izuku.

"No, I don't..."

He's not sure why, but Izuku feels disappointed at his response, almost sad. He tries to take a step back, but Katsuki growls, before biting his cheek softly; Izuku didn't know he could be that gentle.

"I THINK YOU'RE HOT AS FUCK AND THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING I'VE EVER SEEN AND IF YOU DON'T START BELIEVING IT I'LL KNOCK SOME SENSE INTO YOU!"

Katsuki is yelling and yet he looks nervous and almost shy as he blurts that out. Izuku, very much used to his rival's personality, smiles back at him.

"Thank you, Kacchan. You're so sweet!"

"Sweet? I'M NOT–"

Izuku cuts him off by kissing Katsuki's cheek, successfully shutting him up...

"I think you broke Bakubro!"

"Can I get a kiss on the cheek too, Midoriya?"

"FUCK OFF, HALF AND HALF!"

"He's back again! Nature is healing!"

"SHUT UP, PINKY! THIS IS NOT FUNNY!"

"It kinda is..." Kaminari comments before Katsuki starts chasing his friends in the common room and Izuku watches him with a fond expression on his face after he notices the explosive boy is still blushing.

However, he gets a little bit nervous once it hits him.

"I think Kacchan likes me, Uraraka!"

"Congratulations, Deku-kun, you're the last to find out..."

"What do you mean the last?"

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#bnha #mha #my hero academia #bkdk #bakudeku #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #class 1a

[deathmetalunicorn1]

A recent loki reaction you wrote made me think of this

How would ror characters react to you crushing a watermelon between your thighs?

-It started with a challenge, someone calling you weak, a minor god, thinking he was being funny, bullying a female human warrior, unaware of your true strength.

-Many of the humans and gods around the training grounds all looked honestly a bit terrified, as you were way stronger than you looked!

-You kept a cool head and walked out of the training grounds before returning about ten minutes later with two large watermelons, the biggest ones you could find.

-You looked at the god who was confused and you grinned, “Square up, cupcake! Loser cleans up the mess afterwards!”

-He was furious at your cockiness, instantly agreeing before you handed him a watermelon, “Break it with your thighs only, if you’re strong enough!”

-Hercules and Ares were snickering, watching with amusement while Lu Bu and Thor were a bit confused until Brunnhilde told them breaking a watermelon with one’s thighs was actually quite difficult, which made them curious, wanting to try it as well.

-You and the god sat next to each other, putting the watermelon between your thighs and he did the same thing, thinking it was going to be easy.

-When he started trying, straining hard, “What the hell?! Why is this so hard?!” you sat there while the other gods and warriors were all teasing him.

-Zeus and Loki were cheering for you, making you grin as the other god wasn’t able to do this, “I couldn’t do it, what makes you think you can sweetheart?!”

-Your eyelid twitched only slightly before you inhaled an instantly you clenched your thighs together and within seconds the watermelon burst from all sides.

-And just so the god couldn’t accuse you of cheating, you grabbed his watermelon and crushed his as well, not straining at all, looking over at him with a smug little grin.

-Jack and Kojiro were gawking while Hercules, Ares, Lu Bu, and Raiden were howling with laughter, nearly falling over each other while Hades and Thor were laughing quietly into their hands and Brunnhilde had her arms folded beneath her chest, a smug look on her face.

-Loki had heart eyes as he kneeled behind you, his arms wrapping around your neck, “Y/N~ would you do that to my head if I ask nicely?” you glanced over your shoulder with a small grin, pecking his cheek, “Perhaps~”

-The god was in awe, as he had been boasting how strong he was, and he couldn’t break the watermelon and you broke two!! And you made it look easy!!

-You stood and headed for the showers, to rinse off, while the god was forced to clean up the mess while dealing with being laughed at, but now with more respect for you and your thighs.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror loki

[spidernerdsblog]

cool for the summer

A/N : it's really hot and humid over here and I don't know what came over me but here we are. Enjoy this filth and let me know what you think.

Summary : one broken ac, two neighbors with pent up sexual tension. What more could happen?

Pairing : tasm! Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings : 18+, SMUT, minors DNI, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, ice play, spitting, multiple orgasms.

It was the middle of summer, Peter didn’t feel like doing anything except lazing around on his couch in this sweltering heat the whole day. Just then there’s a knock on his door as he frowns wondering who it might be in the middle of the day. He opens his apartment door to find you, his pretty next door neighbor. 

“Hey Peter.” you smiled. Peter did a once over of you dressed in dark denim shorts and a blue tank top knotted in the front exposing a good stretch of your stomach. He tried really hard to ignore the fact that you weren't wearing a bra underneath as he could clearly form the outline of your nipples through the thin cotton of your top. 

“Oh hi Y/N. What's up?” 

“Are you busy?”

“No. Is everything alright?” his brows draw in with concern.

“My ac broke down and it's like melting in there.” you tell him with an agonized expression.

“That's bad. Did you call the company?” 

“Yeah I did and they said I've to wait until tomorrow because Sunday is a holiday.” you explain. “But then I remembered you mentioning that one time about knowing a little bit of the mechanical stuff.” 

“Yes I do.” he concurs.

“I know it’s too much to ask of you but can you maybe come and look at it for once? Please?” 

Peter could never say no to you especially when you’re giving him those puppy eyes. “I can try but there are no guarantees.”

“That will be so nice of you.” your face brightens. “In return I’ll treat you to fresh watermelon which I brought from the farmers market yesterday.”

“You don’t have to repay me with anything.” he chuckles, closing his apartment door and following you to your apartment.

It was relatively hot and humid when your ac decided to give up on you which had left you no other choice than to ask your next door neighbor for help. So when you knocked at his door little did you expect to be treated with him in a black undershirt and gray sweats. It was a rare sight to see him out of his usual t-shirts and hoodies and that is why his bare muscular arms had left you stunned for a second and practically drooling on the hallway.

To be honest you always had a crush on Peter Parker. You both had moved in the building at the same time. He had this whole awkward geek thing going around him with a hint of mischief behind those chocolate brown eyes which promised of more. And from the little conversations you had in the hallways you thought he was cute with his boyish charm and dorky attitude, always ready to help.  

And now he was in your living room standing on a chair in front of the ac unit. He grabs the wrench from the toolbox and starts to unscrew the nut and bolts— the movement making his biceps flex and veins pop out on his arms as you enjoy your free arm porn. His back muscles ripples when he pulls out the dust filters and your mind starts to build up a totally different scenario which required you on your bed and him on top fucking you nine ways to Sunday had you pressing your thighs together. 

“So what do you think?” you ask, shaking out of your dirty daydreams.

“You’re in luck.” he replies. “The filters seem to be blocked with dust, that's why it’s not cooling properly. A little clean up is required, that's all.”

“Oh thank god.” you let out a sigh in relief as Peter steps down the chair.

“Let me just clean them with some water and it will be working just as fine as before.”

You grasp on to his hands “Peter Parker, you're my savior on this hot summer day. I'll be grateful to you all my life.”

“Always happy to help my pretty neighbor.” he gives you one of his boyish grins and casually walks over to your bathroom leaving you with thousands of butterflies in your stomach. 

If you aren’t wrong but that was definitely a little bit of flirting over there. With the giddiness inside you tried to make yourself busy in the kitchen preparing watermelon lemonade. You cut the fruit in half, scooping the flesh to blend it with some lemon juice, mint and soda. By the time you were done pouring the mixture into a pitcher Peter had finished cleaning your ac as well. He screws the case tight and switches on the ac. The first wave of cool air hits your face and you feel like you’re already in heaven.

“Oh…” the moan that leaves your mouth shoots straight down to his cock.

“That good huh?” he chuckles.

“You have no idea.” you smile cheekily. “And as promised, I made fresh watermelon lemonade.” you gestured him towards the kitchen.

“Ah, nothing as refreshing as a lemonade on a hot day like this.”

You fill two glasses with lemonade and place them on the kitchen island. “Wait, let me get some more ice.” you take out the ice tray from the refrigerator to empty it in a bowl before adding a few in your drinks. Both of you pick up your bowls and clink your glasses. “Cheers.”

“It’s really good.” Peter says after taking a sip.

“Thank you.” you smile at him shyly and watch him through the rim of the glass, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows the drink which you find damn sexy.

Peter finishes his drink and his gaze locks on you drinking as some of the lemonade dribbles from the corner of your mouth down to your cleavage. He did not miss how your nipples had pebbled in the cold air and were poking through the top. The sudden urge to lick and taste every inch of your skin makes his throat go dry.

It is implausible how much he has liked you since the very day he met you. The short meetings with you in the hallways while going or returning back from college left him wanting more. Especially when you wore those thin tops and tight shorts that showed off your round ass. The number of times he had fucked his hand imagining it was you riding his cock at night is embarrassing.

He clears his throat brushing aside those thoughts so that his semi doesn’t turn into a full on erection in front of you. “Guess I should get going now.”

He turns towards your door but you didn't want him to leave so you blurt out. “Or you could just stay.” 

“Why does anything else need fixing?” Peter looks at you skeptically.

“I don’t know… it’s still kinda hot in here don’t you think?” you are stalling. Peter could see the desire in your eyes but he still wants to be sure that you want him as much as he wants you.

All these months of secretly pining over each other you were now treading dangerously along the lines. Peter decides to take the brave step and moves around the counter caging you against it. “You do look all flushed.” he observes, tucking a wisp of your hair behind your ear.

“I know right?” you smile nervously.

“I can think of some other ways to cool you down.” his voice husky as he lazily runs a finger down your arm. 

“Really?” you ask quietly, chewing on your bottom lip.

“Want me to show you?” he lifts up your chin and brushes the pad of his thumb through your bottom lip.

“Yes.” it comes out barely as a whisper from your mouth but Peter was quick to catch it. With his eyes trained on you Peter reaches behind you to grab an ice cube from the bowl and pops it in his mouth. 

You watch his every move with anticipation. He leans forward to capture your mouth in a slow tantalizing kiss. His tongue pushes past your lips as he rolls the ice into your mouth. You moan at the delightful sensation of the cold ice mixed with the warmth of his mouth. 

Peter devours your mouth as he sucks and nips playfully on your bottom lip. His hands get frisky exploring the curves of your body before grabbing the front of your tank top, giving it a light tug. It tears into half and your breasts bounce free as you breath out a shocked gasp against his mouth at his sheer strength. 

His large hands cup your breasts feeling their weight in his palms. Quiet whimpers escape your mouth as he squeezes and tweaks your nipples, turning them into hard sensitive points. Your nails scrape the back of his shirt tugging on it. Peter stops for a moment to let you lift his shirt above his head. The heat of his bare chest against your breasts feels good as you run your hands through his toned abs before placing two featherlight kisses on his pecs. 

Peter lifts you by the back of your thighs on the counter and then gently pushes you to lay on your back on the cool granite surface. You hear the clinking of glass as he reaches for an ice cube. Goosebumps rise on your skin when his mouth connects at the nape of your neck with the cold ice held between his lips. He drags his mouth over your collar bones and then down between your breasts leaving a cool trail of water on your flushed skin. He looks up at you, his dark eyes glinting with mischief as he crunches the left over ice with his teeth before popping in another one.

“Relax,” he says and presses the ice cube on your nipple, circling around the stiff bud. Your stomach clenches, a warmth spreading across your lower region as he moves on to your other breast and repeats the same. Your back arches when he slowly drags his mouth down your ribs to your stomach, the cool water feeling like a hot trail of fire. He drops the ice from his mouth on your navel and steps back to watch the ice melt into a pool of water trickling down your sides.

Slowly Peter unbuttons your shorts and slides it down your legs followed by your panties which were now soaked with your arousal. 

“You’re so sexy.” he rasps, lust swirling in those coffee brown eyes. He kneels down and spreads your legs apart, running his hand up and down your thighs in a soothing manner. His hand reaches for the bowl again to pick an ice cube and pops it in his mouth. 

Peter kisses the inside of your thigh, holding the ice between his lips he slides it up your soft skin. Your body tenses when you feel his warm breath against your aching core but to your disappointment he ignores your dripping wet pussy and kisses his way down your other thigh. 

You whine in protest, squirming unable to take anymore of his teasings which only earns you a throaty chuckle from him. 

“So needy. Don't worry baby, I'll take care of you.” 

He spreads your pussy lips and lets a cool trail of spit drip down your slit. It’s downright filthy but also turns you the hell on finding out this kinky side of your sweet nerdy neighbor. Peter pulls the ice cube to the back of his mouth before diving in.

“Oh fuck!” your hips jerks off the counter at the onslaught of his cold lips wrapped around your sensitive bud. A heavy hand comes to rest on your stomach holding you in place as Peter swirls his tongue over your clit while your hands dig his thick hair.

Peter rolls the ice across his tongue and presses it against your engorged clit with his mouth. You let out a little scream tugging on his hair way too harshly and he groans into your heat. He holds it for a few seconds before sucking it back in his mouth. He runs the tip of his tongue in a straight line from your pussy to your clit making you moan and scream again as he presses the cube against you. 

The ice melts rapidly between the heat of his mouth and your pussy turning into a small ball. Peter dips his head and pushes it inside you with his tongue. Your body shudders as he thrusts in and out fucking you with his tongue. Pleasure surges inside you and you begin to cum. But Peter doesn’t stop as he laps up all your juices along with the pool of water dripping out of your hole. You are still high on your first orgasm as you feel the second one building quicker than before. Peter presses his thumb against your swollen clit drawing tight circles and you fall apart screaming out his name.

You were panting hard, expecting him to stop but he’s so drunk on your taste that he continues to lick up and down your slick folds with the flat of his tongue.

“Peter…” you squirm away from his mouth.

“One more baby girl.” he croons, sliding two fingers inside you with ease.

“I can't.” you groan as your whole body feels like a bundle of exposed nerves. 

“Yes you can. Give me one more and then you can have my cock.” he curls his fingers against your g-spot and his mouth is back on your clit, sucking it hard to the point where the lines between pleasure and pain seem to blur. Your eyes roll back into your head as spots cloud your vision and then you explode all over him. 

“Holy shit!” he exclaims. Your body feels like a limp noodle, ears still ringing from how hard you came as you weakly lift your head to look at Peter between your legs— he was drenched down to his chest. 

You squirted, you fucking squirted. 

Embarrassment flames up your face but Peter just smiles and stands up to lean down and press his lips softly on your forehead whispering “you did so good for me.” and lifts you in his arms, carrying you to your bedroom. 

Your back hits the soft linen of your mattress as you lie motionless watching him. You couldn’t decide what you liked more. His chiseled jaw, those bulging biceps, the flat planes of his stomach or the sharp dips of his hips. But then he pushes down his sweats and boxers and his long, hard length bobs in front of him making your mouth water.

He catches you staring and grins. “Like what you see?”

“Yeah it’s alright.” you try to play cool even though the reality was far from alright as you wonder how that big of a dick is going to fit inside you without splitting you into half. The math seems a little bit hazy for you right now.

Within seconds he’s on top of you peppering kisses down your neck and breasts as you squeal and wriggle underneath him. “I’m gonna see how alright you feel when I’m done with you.” 

“Promises, promises.” you giggle before your breath hitches when he shoves two fingers into your pussy, finding you wet and ready for him.

“Condom?” he asks.

“Second drawer.” Peter leans over to open the drawer of your bedside table and a huge grin appears on his face discovering your little toy collection. 

“You got a nice collection in here.” Your eyes go wide when you realize what he is talking about. 

“I wonder who do you think of when you use those little toys of yours hmm?” he tears the foil with his teeth and rolls the condom down his shaft. Your cheeks heat up as you look away hiding your face in the pillow.

“Now don't get shy on me, Y/N. Tell me who did you think of while you played with this little pussy?” he rubs the head of his cock through your sensitive folds teasingly.

“You… Peter.” you stutter.

“We should use them.” 

“Now?”

“No, some other time. Today it would be just us.” he lines his tip to your entrance and slowly pushes in. 

He was barely a few inches in and it had you gasping for air at how his thick girth was stretching you to your limits. “Oh god… you're so big.” 

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” he grins and slowly withdraws to push in a bit more deeper. Your back arches as he repeats the motion gaining another inch. Peter thought he had prepared you enough with the three earth shattering orgasms he gave you earlier but it was still a tight fit. Your pussy grips him like a vice as he tries to be gentle, grunting with each thrust to fully sheath himself inside you. 

You press the heels of your feet into his ass cheeks pulling him closer. “Fuck me already, I can take it.” you rasp impatiently.

There goes being gentle as your command sends a shiver down his spine and he gives one hard thrust filling you to the hilt. Your back bows off the bed pushing your breasts to his eager mouth as he captures one pert nipple and flicks his tongue over it. Your moans were music to his ears. 

“One last question, do you still think I’m alright?”

“Oh god Peter you’re fucking perfect. I can feel you up in my throat. Now move please.” you almost sob in desperation.

Satisfied with your answer he pulls back and slams back into you. Your body moves up the mattress with each powerful thrust and he is entranced watching your breasts bounce everytime. A thin sheen of sweat covers your bodies as you find a rhythm. A tight knot forms inside your stomach as your walls clamp around him tighter and he almost loses his goddamn mind at how good you feel. His hands cup your ass lifting you up the angle allowing him to pick up his pace and pound into you deeper.

“Ah right there! Don’t stop!” your nails score down his back when he hits that magical spot. Your body trembles and you bite down on his neck as your orgasm sweeps through you. Your walls flutter milking every last bit of pleasure out of him and he moans, pumping harder before his hips stutter coming undone with his own release. Your bodies quake with the aftershock of your orgasms as you pull him closer sealing your lips together in slow, drugging kisses not yet ready to let him go.

“This was the best sex of my life.” you say between ragged breaths.

“So do you’ve anything else to fix?” he grins widely.

“Yeah my legs, they feel like jelly. I don't think I can walk properly for a month.” 

“That means I did a good job.” he replies smugly as he brushes away your messy hair sticking to your forehead.

“No need to get so cocky now.” you give a light shove on his shoulder and he finally pulls out to lay on his back beside you.

“You wanna go out sometime?” he asks.

“Go out you mean like a date?”

“Yeah” he turns on his side. “I like you a lot Y/N and I’ve been meaning to ask you out for quite some time before we had sex. That doesn’t mean I regret whatever happened today because I really liked it and I don’t want you to get the impression that I’m some kind of a fuck boy and and…”

You find rambling Peter adorable a stark contrast to the confident and dominant Peter who fucked your brains out a while ago. So you decide to bring him out of his misery and cut him off. “Peter, I like you too and I would love to go on a date with you.”

For a moment Peter goes speechless before he finds his words back. “Thank you.”

“You hungry? I’m gonna order some Thai” you prop yourself up on your elbow.

“Yeah sounds good.”

“Ok, I’ll be right back.” you kiss his nose and slide out of the bed to go and find your phone in the living room but not before turning around with a sly grin. “Maybe after that I can show you my toys.” 

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Small facts about each of the divine warriors:

Irene: She cannot cook in anyway shape or form and even when offered she refuses to learn. She will only eat food raw and all of the other Divine Warriors just serve her first before they start making their food, unless Menphia and Shad are dealing with a high bout of animalistic instincts. (being a meif'wa and hell hound respectively)

Irene was not a modest woman or had any form of personal boundaries. Like, she would walk around topless without a care in the world and if she was ever cold at night, she would never just put on more clothes but instead join a tent or sleeping bag with another warrior. Shortest of the Divine Warriors.

Shad: He is the warmest man ever, unfortunately he leans on the end of "Your skin is literally leaving first degree burns" than nice space heater. He also smells like wet dog whenever he gets wet, before his skin eventually evaporates it. Due to how water reacts to his skin, he does take dust baths like a chinchilla. Full on rolling around in sand and then claiming he is clean.

After turning full evil, he decided to continue his bloodline for the sole purpose of pissing Irene off. He met a woman one day and was like "Hey, I am not gonna be a parent to this kid, I just want to do this to piss off my ex." and the woman just looked at the large demon man and said bet. The woman then met her wife and they became the first matriarchs of Falconclaw. Tallest of the Divine Warriors.

Enki: While not necessarily having the most stable form, he is the lankiest and physically weakest of the Divine Warriors. He used bows and magic, he was never going to be the most muscular. The only times he was ever considered "strong" was when he choked a man out after stabbing them in the back. Certainly a wizard and not a fighter.

Enki was the most strategic of the Divine Warriors as well, mostly due to the fact that he hoards knowledge like a dragon hoard gold. He 100% info dumps in every conversation, like you see a cool bug, he knows everything about that bug. The kid that rants about dinosaurs at the playground. 3rd shortest of the Divine Warriors. Shorter than Shad, Esmund, and Menphia but taller than Kul'Zak and Irene.

Menphia: This woman will take a nap anywhere, the moment she is not fighting or training she is in the softest spot in the the sun. Imagine trying to talk diplomacy and one of the divine warriors is asleep on the table. It's not short napes either, full cat naps.

This womans is so cut, like one would imagine that a woman who is part cat is soft but noooo. This woman has abs and shoulders for daaaaaaaays and don't get me started on her thighs. Crushing a watermelon is the least she could do. The 3rd tallest of the divine warriors.

Esmund: Before being a Divine Warrior, he was a human lumberjack from a small farming village. A very large lumberjack but not a king or knight that some would present him as. He was a small farm boy who saw a hot latina goddess and decided to say follow her to the end of the earth.

While not being the tallest of the Divine Warriors, he is the biggest. Look up "bear" in a dictionary and it is this man, broad, hairy, and thick. He is also the perfect cuddling temp which created a lot of "Poor Farm Boy Panic" whenever Irene would share a tent with him. (I think he was like, 6'8-6'9, Shad being 7ft)

Kul'Zak: He had a peg leg after saving Esmund from a Leviathan but he made sure to never hold it against the man, he already suffered from survivors guilt. He rather enjoys the leg, it allows him to spin while playing the fiddle much easier. Losing the leg proved to be more beneficial because when sirens walk on land it feels like their feet are walking on hot coals and sharp glass but with one less foot it was less bad. (Think original my little mermaid.)

While being the 2nd shortest of the Divine Warriors, he was also the technical largest, not that it was really known. He was a creature of the ocean and chose to explore land. What he looked like in the ocean was much longer and larger, over twice the height of Shad with his tail being a beautiful mix of blue, cyan, green, and emerald. Goes full mermaid, though difficult to switch to this form after losing the leg.

I feel like his mermaid tail should be lacking a fin or something, or be otherwise impaired. Just to have the ‘lost a leg’ experience in the water too.

#aphmau #aphverse #aphblr

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My Top Guy Quotes

silly pizza manヽ(*＾ω＾*)ﾉ @capitalisticveins @miya-akiko he has been delivered!!

“You’re a jerk. Well. I like jerks.”

“We can’t be getting outta bed before 10, that’d be crazy, that would violating countless labor laws.”

“Oh, you are getting close. Hi! Hi baby. I love youuu~”

“I missed you. I always miss you. Days are long when you’re not around.”

“Jealousy’s a disease, get well soon to those bitches.“

“Come on, take my hand. Well if you don’t, I mean you could get lost on the way. Anything could happen.”

“I am not a menace. I am the menace. And I am your menace. I love you, honey.”

“I don’t need all that shit. I love you just like this. Eye rolling and grumbling is a totally valid love language.”

“Dishes? Dishes? You want me to do dishes? […] Honey, I like a little degradation as much as the next guy, but can’t you just put me on a leash instead, like a normal couple?”

“Let go of me, ahhhh I’m being repressed!”

“Oh, no, no I’m kidding, come here, don’t pout. Yes you are, you are pouting. It’s cute.“

“I vacillate wildly between either looking like an Adonis sent down like a gift or a literal gremlin that couldn’t pull numbers if his life depended on it.”

“No, you smile plenty. And it’s a beautiful smile when you grace me with it. It’s special when you smile.”

“But you are a softy with me. And the other people you care about. You feel things deep. That’s not a bad thing.”

“And how exactly do you expect to keep me in this bed now that you’ve got me here, hmm? Thought about that? Ooohhh gon’ tie me down, fifty shades of honey oooo~”

“You look really cute bundled up in bed like that. Shut up, yes you do. My cute little grumpyface. Aw is my grumpyface mad at me?“

“Aw. That’s so sweet. Who are you and what have you done with my lover? [hit] Ow, okay, there you are.”

“What do you mean you’re gross? You’re not gross, you’re amazing.”

“Thank you for seeing something in me. Something that mattered. Nah, I was talking about my ass.”

“You know wordplay reminds me of? Tongue-twisters! You know what tongue-twisters remind me of? Tongue-kissing, let’s explore that topic shall we—ow ow ow”

“That’s not nothing, that’s called quality time honey.”

“I only wanna be supine if I’m being supine with you!”

“I’m a bad bitch, you can’t kill me~”

“Ew, you can’t give me a forehead kiss, that’s too sweet! Who are you? Why would you do that, being all tender and sweet, that’s gross, you’re gross. No, don’t go. I like you tender and sweet and gross.”

“You have a wonderful hand. It does exquisite work. Ooo don’t make a boy a promise, you betta use it to cover this mouth, fifty one shades of honey ooo~.”

“Making my stupid jokes isn’t as fun without you rolling your eyes and pretending to hate it.”

“Is that why you put up with my memes and shit? Cause I got a big dick and a great ass?”

“I’ll never be sorry for a chance to spend a day at your side.”

“—eh, “Buy Low”, “Start Low”, what’s the difference? You say tomato, I say I wanna put my head between your thighs, it’s semantics.”

“It’s about your thighs wrapped around my head like you’re trying to crush a watermelon. Aw, come on, I’m made of tough stuff. Or not, but hey, that’s a hell of a way to go.”

“You know what this means though, right? Oh my god, they were roommates!”

“Honeybabydarling.”

“But I’ll restrain myself. At least until I can convince you to restrain me. Preferably to our bed. Unnhh.”

“I want to make you squirm under the touch of my fingers and the heat of my mouth and the weight of my tight, straining body pressed flush against yours. And then at some point you can shampoo my hair, cause that always feels nice.”

“Okay, okay, very serious… Canasta. Nasty canasty. Ow—!”

“I’m ready for instruction, professor. Mmm. Mmhmm. I think you’ll find I’m a very hands-on learner. Unnhhh.”

“Do they have to match suite kiss me. Hmm? No, I asked do they have to match suite kiss me, like does the whole canasta kiss me have to be the same suite please kiss me. I don’t know what you mean kiss me. […] kiss me, kiss me really hard.”

“Because no one’s gonna tell me I’m too sexy to be who I am.”

“And maybe I wanna get some, I don’t know! Who said that? Wait— who said that? Wait, who was that? I mean that wasn’t me… shit.”

“That’s my brain, and the only thing that’s gonna wake it up is some kisses. Slow sexy kisses. With tongue. For. You know. Kinetic energy. Transfer. In my mouth. Our mouths.”

“Thank you, honey. I don’t know. For a lot of things. For the water. For hanging out with me. For putting up with me. For being so hot and sexy. I repeat, for putting up with me.”

“I’d lick it off the fucking floor at this point if that’s what you want— anything. That’d be pretty fucking hot actually.”

“I love you, hun.”

“Ah, mm, no. I saw the smile. Yes you did, you can’t hide it from me.”

“Anyway, I am half naked. You are very mean. That’s very hot. You and me honey ain’t nothing but mammals so, uh, whaddya say we do it like they do on discover channel, unhh? Well, you know, personally I was thinking a little less nature documentary and a little more battle bots, you know? Like, I want you to just fucking snap me like a twig!”

“Can’t steal what’s already yours. That’s why you can’t steal my heart cause it’s already yours. Do not groan at me!”

“With you, silence doesn’t feel bad. You looking at me doesn’t feel scary. It feels really good. Feeling seen by you feels good.”

#for context on how much i needed to cut this down; the og list is 216 quotes long #and this is still incredibly long #bubbler’s top quotes #redacted guy #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse

[chaneajoyyy]

Just watched top gun maverick…… and whooo Chile. Any fics for any of them and a poc or black reader?

You know it! @leahnicole1219

TOP GUN FANFICITON (!black reader or !poc reader)

BRADLEY "ROOSTER" BRADSHAW

"you know what i need in my life is to run and jump iinto bradley bradshaws arms to kiss him like he's gets back imma sprint"- @inkdrinkerworld

"he met me in my im going to stay single phase & now i'm obsessed with him (!au)- @deanscroissant

hit the hard deck series- @purplelily247

crush (bradley x black!oc), good wife (x!blackoc)- @dulcewrites/@dulcelibra

"he puts on such a hard front but he's a total pleaser in the bedroom. he'll go all out if you're having a hard day and not ask for anything in return, no matter how much you insist it'll make you feel even better, the rooster and i series- @princessphilly

LT JAKE "HANGMAN" SERESIN

call me jake series, watermelon sugar, hangman is secretly possessive and loves leaving marks everywhere he can especially if he sees someone else flirting with his girl, Can I request a soft moment between Hangman and the girl he is seeing?, thinking about calling him daddy for the first time. Like, it just slips when you’re begging him to touch or fuck you and the man goes feral., ohhhhh Hangman finally getting with the girl of his dreams but she’s not convinced he actually likes her because she’s heavier and he’s carved like a greek statue, so he spends the night proving to her just how much he’s attracted to her, i know you wanted smutty but I’ve been feeling really blah lately so if you could hit me with some humor fluff maybe slight smut? With rbf reader who is blunt saying 10) “Look, I’m not into choking but I wouldn’t mind if you grabbed me by the neck every once in a while.” To hangman while playing pool just completely shocking him, going off the thought that Hangman has a classic sailor pinup on his thigh... Could we please have some Hangman tattoo worship please?- @princessphilly

mrs. seresin- @afictionalwhor3

jake's love language, cowboy's date with a georgian (xblack!oc), wet dreams, texas roadhouse, jade, alien storytime (another world series) - @entertainmentgirl80

"hello hello my love <3 I thought maybe I could request something where reader has never really been comforted when crying throughout her life but one time Jake walks in on her crying and just comforts her. She doesn’t expect that and it’s all just a bunch of fluff! I love your writing so much thank you for putting your work out for people to enjoy <3- @inkdrinkerworld

you're pretty, so happening, you're alive, trip to the bahamas no fuck that series- @itsthestutterforme

LT RUBEN "PAYBACK" FITCH

"we neverrrr talk about Payback. Tell me about what happens when Reuben takes a girl out on their first date. Since I'm feeling all mushy."- @princessphilly

LT JAVY "COYOTE" MACHADO

"just wanna share sime little thots on Javy but damn does that man look like he gives such good head. He's reserved but when its behing closed doors that mouth can do anything you want ((but you'll have to ask niceky first)) 🥴", "thots on Coyote and pussy worship?"- @princessphilly

daylight, pie, cancelled flights and beignets- @siempre-bucky

if it's worth your time series, promise this ain't a test, i did what i had to do, for better days, how sweet it is...- @coyotesamachado

flight scare- @words-4u

pie- @siempre-bucky

LT BILLY "FRITZ" AVALONE

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LT MICKEY "FANBOY" GARCIA

what happens when mickey grows his hair out... - @siempre-bucky

take me by the heart, take me by the hand- @rae-gar-targaryen

warped series (with jake seresin)- @anjaelle

ROBERT "BOB" FLOYD

sundress season, bob is a freak in the bedroom, good girls do, bob and his good girl's wedding night, "anything you got for rooster i'll take it...literally anything but like him on the beach playing touch football" - @princessphilly

white christmas (spy/the americans au)- @dulcewrites

morning showers, koko's and bobby's sexy time, koko's insecurities, expecting again koko's & bobby's special day, koko's special valentine's, - @entertainmentgirl80

the new girl, i think you're cute- @ladyelissarose

might be an understatement- @friendlyneighborhoodchaosdemon

***LET ME KNOW IF YOU HAVE ANY !BLACK READER OR !POC READER FIC WITH THESE CHARACTERS HIT MY LINE!!!***

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So, I just watched Sam Heughan and Priyanka Chopra on Watch What Happens Live with Andy Cohen. Scroll down below the pics for my summary and commentary.

For those who missed it, here's the basic gist of Sam's answers.

Andy asks Sam if he's currently single and Sam, of course, deflects, and says "If you're asking Andy, yes."

Cue everyone to interpret that how they want.

The gay brigade will immediately gnash "See, that's Sam flirting with Andy, he's so gay!"

The Shippers will say "See, he's being cute with Andy to hide his epic secret marriage to Cait!"

The rest of us will just see Sam's comment for what it is--Sam being his usual charming self, maneuvering around any questions that get too personal. BUT notice he didn't immediately and directly say "Yes, I'm very single." He said "IF YOU are asking, Andy, yes." Sooo, what does that mean, if it was someone other than Andy, then the answer would be no? 🤔

More Sam responses to Andy's questions and/or interesting comments...

After Priyanka shared that her husband, Nick Jonas, slid into her Instagram DMs, and that's how they started talking...Sam said "There is hope for us who slide into DMs." 🤗

Andy asked him about women sending him "titty shots," and Sam said "not enough." Seeee, you haters from back in the day, he DID appreciate it when I sent him my boobs as part of a My Peak Challenge. I coined it "A peek at my peaks." Hahahah, I know, anyone with a sense of humor would laugh about it, and know I did it tongue-in-cheek, but nooooo, these numnuts, with sticks up their asses, frothed all over social media about how "horrified and offended" Sam must have been. Bitches, please, my tits are glorious, if I do say so myself...and now we know Sam does appreciate a good boob pic. But, I digress...

BTW, those of you still sending him knitted duvets and dinner recipes, he made it very clear he wants TITS, Okaaaay. 😁

His most used apps are Instagram, Twitter, and drum roll please, Raya--the exclusive celebrity dating app.

Speaking of Raya, guess who has a post on her IG, where she mentions Raya? Yep, C.M. Here she is in a pic with a friend's baby joking about meeting the little man on Raya. But obviously, this means she's on it too. And my money is on THAT is how C.M and Sam met. And obviously, Sam continues to date around.

He prefers leaving voice notes to texting. Of course he does--he knows the power of that seductive Scottish accent. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

When asked if he sends dick pics 🍆 if requested, he said he likes surprise dick pics instead of requested ones. Bwahahahah! Surprise! 🥳 Imagine getting a surprise pic of TMGD, I would have to call out sick from work for the rest of the day to recover.

Things he considers romantic: mountains instead of beaches, whisky instead of wine, spooning instead of partner putting her head on his shoulder, candlelit dinner instead of gondola ride, I can't remember the other choice, for this next one, because I blacked out and only heard him say he'd choose sex in the back of a limo. He said that this is a little dangerous, but that he is a rule breaker. Said he would like to have sex in public, but is probably too scared. Prefers a rom com instead of horror movie, and working out together with a date.

Andy asked him what his type is and he, once again, seemed to deflect, and went for "intelligence, good conversation." Then he, out of left field, said he likes someone to pick him up and throw him around. I immediately thought of Karina Elle, who can literally break a watermelon with her thighs (there's video on her IG, I think), and what she could do to poor Sam. Imagine the things on Sam she could crush with those muscular thighs? Maybe it's a good thing they are seemingly not dating anymore. 🤷‍♀️

Andy followed up by asking him "Do you like to be dominated ? "Yes I guess I'm open to anything." I literally got a lady boner when Sam said this. Maybe our angel face 😇 isn't so vanilla after all.😈 Dreams do come true!

Rapid fire answers. Sam said yes to:

Ghosting someone after one date 😉, giving a fake number if not interested in the person, sliding into someone's DM's if you're interested in them, sex on the first date. He hesitated when answering if it's okay to date a friend's ex, but ultimately said not okay. When asked if he would rather give up oral sex or cheese for the rest of his life, he quickly said "cheeese." Duh. I mean, anyone who chooses cheese over oral sex is getting some bad head. I love me some cheese, but there's not any Brie in all of France that would make me give up toe- curling orgasms from oral. But I digress, again. Isn't it getting hot in here? Sweating.

Then Andy asked "Sending nudes to your partner when you're famous-- live it up or live to regret it?" Sam's answer: "Live it up." Soooo, this means these lucky bitches who have dated Sam have him in all his glorious, golden delicious Scottishness saved somewhere in the Cloud and/or Google pics. And yes, even the married ones. C'mon, WHO is deleting any of that? NO ONE.

Andy asked him if it's normal or not to "be super close with an ex when you're in a new relationship or not." And Sam smiled and said "normal." But we already knew this, go look at all the exes who still follow him and many still "like" his pics. It's hard to stay mad at him. Charm galore.

The last few questions were anticlimactic.

"How soon before its okay to pass gas in front of a partner freely?" Fine, wait it out or never? Sam's answer: "Wait it out."

"Who is the biggest gossip between the two of you, Priyanka or Sam?" Priyanka answered Sam. Sam acted sheepish.

And finally, the one meal he could eat all day, every day: "Burgers and pizza."

So, that's it. Let's just say that was verra educational, in the best way possible. I'm off to picture some things I've never pictured about Sam before...and they are all GOOD.

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[illugremlins]

Just pushing my 'everyone loves Deku' agenda.

*Most 1-A, excluding Midoriya, are in the common room*

*Mina storms in, drawing everyone's attention.*

Mina: Who here has had a crush on Deku?

Bakugo: What the fu-

*Todoroki, Aoyama, Denki, Kirishima, Iida, Sero, Jiro, Hagakure, Ojiro, Tokoyami, Shinso, Uraraka and Koda raise their hands*

Bakugo: Fucking Deku? That loser?

Denki: Loser? He could probably punch god if he wanted to.

Todoroki: I've seen him crush a watermelon with his thighs.

Sero: He's the nicest guy ever.

Shinso: He has like, the purest intentions. Also his smile.

Jiro: Biceps.

Hagakure: Don't get me started on those hands...

Uraraka: Ugh, and that look he gets when he's determined

Iida: His loyalty is admirable enough. He's also taken a knife for me.

Tokoyami: He'd take one for any of us.

Koda *signing*: He's good with animals.

Ojiro: And little kids.

Aoyama: And have you seen his....everything, mon ami est presque parfait

Momo: I think if I ever had to date a man, it'd be Midoriya. He's respectful.

Asui: Same

Kirishima: Bakubro you've known him the longest, there's no way you've never had a crush on him.

Bakugo *blushing*: shut the fuck up!

*Mina nods, smiling.*

Mina: Told you, Mido.

Midoriya *who'd been hiding in the halls after arguing with Mina that he's too much of a loser to be liked*: I think I'm going to pass out.

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