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niqhtlord01 · 6 months
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Humans are weird: Cats
Alien: Thanks for inviting me over. Alien: I’ve never been in a human’s home before so this will be- *sees cat sitting on couch* Alien: What is that? Human: That is Fred. *Turns to cat* Human: Say hi Fred. Fred: *MEOW* Alien: I was not aware you had a roommate. Human: What? Human: No, he’s my pet. Alien: You keep a sentient being as a pet? Are you a monster? Human: No; but Fred is. Fred: *MEOW* ----------------------
Alien: *goes to sit down, accidentally steps on fluffy ball* *Cat’s head shoots up* Human: You need to run. Alien: What? Why? Human: You just stepped on Fred’s favorite toy. Alien: So that means I am in danger? Fred: *low growling sound* Human: It’s too late….. --------------------------
*Thirteen stitches later* Alien: How can something so fluffy be so angry!?!?! Human: Domestication probably. Alien: Is that not meant to breed out the violence? Human: Normally yes, but with cats it just condensed it. ------------------------
*Next day* *Door slowly opens* Alien: Is it safe to come in? Human: Let me check. *Picks up Fred and holds him in front of alien* Fred: *Low growling noise* Human: No it is n- Alien: *Slams door shut quickly* ---------------------
*Two days later* Alien: *Sipping drink* Alien: What can I do to win over your furry slave? Human: First off, he is a pet not a slave. Human: And even if that was the situation I technically am Fred’s slave. Alien: *Surprised* You are one of the most advanced species in the galaxy; having mastered space travel and the manipulation of matter itself. Human: And yet I am the one cleaning up his shits. Alien: *Opens mouth to counter, then sips instead when nothing comes to mind* ----------------------
Human: Why does it matter that you want Fred to like you? Human: I thought you hated him? Alien: Were he not an animal I would have sworn a blood oath to destroy him and his family for what he has done to my face. Human: I ask again; why does it matter? Alien: Because for reasons beyond my understanding I feel compelled to have that little death machine love me. Human: Welcome to being a cat owner. ------------------------
*Three days later* *Door slowly opens* Alien: Are you ready? Human: I’ve got Fred. Alien: And you’re sure this will work? Human: Positive. *Alien walks in and Fred starts growling* Human: Get ready; I’m releasing Fred. *Puts Fred down who begins sprinting towards alien* *Alien holds out tiny tube with goop pouring out end* Fred: *MEOW!* *Stops murder sprint and begins sniffing and licking tube enthusiastically* Alien: So you bribe him with food? Human: Works on us humans as well. ------------------
Alien: Do you think I have won him over? *Fred walks up and brushes against Alien* Human: I think you’re good.
Alien: It felt like being embraced by the goddess herself. --------------------
Alien: So besides eating, sleeping, and acts of disproportionate violence; what else do they like to do? Human: Fred loves to play. *Picks up laser pointer and flashes it around room* *Fred’s head shoots up, does the butt wiggle, then lunges at the laser* Alien: What fascinating technology. Human: Yeah; we also use this to guide missiles for air strikes in wars. Alien: Your pet enjoys playing with tools of death? Human: I think that’s one of the reasons he enjoys it so much. ------------------
Alien: *Looks down at shirt* Alien: What is this? Human: Oh yeah, forgot to mention he’s a heavier shedder. Human: Sorry about that. Alien: Do not worry, for I too shed my skin. *Proceeds to peel off skin until raw muscle and bone is left* *Casually tosses aside empty skin suit which Fred walks over to and cuddles in* Human: Thank you for that fresh nightmare material. Alien: *slurring words due to no lips* Yoooou’re welllllcoommme.
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2channelfudanshi · 1 year
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My cat little bit is so confused by my puppy pancake! he keeps trying to play with it but pancake us only interested in his tail
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My god do I miss having a pet
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yanderenightmare · 9 months
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Sukuna pleeeeez, I beg. How scary-hot is he? How terrified is darling when sitting on his lap 😩😩😩
Ryomen Sukuna
TW: NSFW, noncon/dubcon, yandere, Stockholm syndrome
gn reader
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You’re not strong with cursed energy, but even you can feel the many lives Sukuna has basked in the blood of. 
You can feel it in his hands – how it seeps into your bones when he drags his crass fingertips upon your skin, making you nauseous – how a simple little touch has goosebumps springing to the surface and a whimper jumping to your throat. It feels hot, burning with warmth like freshly spilled blood – like he’s smearing it on you in red staining streaks, with the weight of thousands of deaths that make you feel like you're rotting too.
But he calls you the sweetest things, despite his raspy timbre – things like turtledove, angelface, lovebug, spiderlily. And keeps you close, on his lap, sitting skin to skin within his kimono so he can cuddle you tight. His chin resting atop your head and his hands holding you around the waist, sometimes falling to your thighs and further in between them.
That deranged malice he shows everyone else is lost on you. With you, he’s balmy – soft and warm and mellow in that very quiet, studious way. Seeming almost jaded if it weren’t for how he tugs you close to his chest – coveting you like something precious.
Sometimes it’s almost as though he forgets how to communicate with words – rubbing his face into the nook of your neck, kissing you gently – silently asking you to comply and spread your legs wider for him before he has to get ugly with you.
You feel a bit dirty bending to his wishes so easily, but he makes you feel like the most precious little bite-sized thing – touching you there until you're just soaking with sin. Licking those feeble moans from your lips like there’s no sweeter thing. Sinking his fat length inside your heat slowly, feeling you swallow him up – wanting to know every tight inch personally – nudging right against that special place inside you until your thighs quake from the squeeze.
He gets lost in you when he gets far enough to feel your walls ripple around the size of him – how your whimpers turn breathy, and your fingers curl into his flesh with want. 
He loves getting you there – to that point where you no longer care about what’s right and wrong – where the only thing you still care about is how good it feels to belong to him.
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sukunastoy · 5 months
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NSFW ABCs (N-Z) (Heian Era Ryoumen Sukuna)
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A continuation of this! (A-M).
CW/TW: It’s true form Sukuna, that’s the warning.
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N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs).
He's not going to cuddle you. Just plain and simple. You might get lucky and be allowed to sleep against him, but there isn't any romantic gestures in it. If he does hold you tight in the night, it's because he isn't allowing you to get far for when he wakes up and wants to go another round.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Hes only giving if it's to overstimulate you. And he does that mostly with his tummy mouth. It's tongue is huge and he will fill you with it just to watch your eyes roll back as you can't handle the intensity. He enjoys overstimulating you as he's ramming into you by letting his tummy mouth lap at your swollen clit and send you into repetitive, unprepared orgasms.
Otherwise, you're on your knees taking turns on his dicks; swallowing them down and hoping you don't run out of breath cause he isn't going to pull out anytime soon.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He's fucking you like it's a race. Just because he's fast and rough, it doesn't mean it will be over soon.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Look, you're getting railed whenever Sukuna wants to rail you. He might be passing you in the hall and suddenly shove you up against the wall to bury his cock(s) in you. And if he doesn't take long, it's only because he plans on dragging you to his room to finish you later.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Nothing is really a risk to him. He'll dismember you in the moment just to hear you scream because he wants to fuck you through such agony. He'll patch you up when he's done, so he isn't too worried about any kind of risk. He isn't going to let you die and escape him.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Sukuna is insatiable, so his stamina will go for days if he wants it to. Forget any plans you might have for the week, because you're going to be his personal fuck toy until he is otherwise bored with it.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Toys don't really exist, but even if they did, Sukuna isn't using them, and you wouldn't be allowed to have any. His dick(s) provide more than you can even handle already.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
You've never met someone more unfair than Sukuna. He doesn't tease to be cute, he teases because he wants you to be such a mess that you're basically begging him to fuck you. He'll let his tummy mouth lick you raw but offer no penetration otherwise. He might tie you up in his room for days, fucking you until you're just about to cum then he'll pull out and leave you to stay and whine. He'll edge you for weeks, and won't offer you any relief. He might let you think he's going to finally finish you off, but he'll halt and leave you screaming in despair instead.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He's not terribly vocal. You'll hear his grunts and growls, but unless he's insulting you, he keeps fairly quiet. He isn't afraid to let you know how pathetic you are though, and he might talk about that for hours. Rarely you'll get some form of actual praise, so you better accept it with grace.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He'll kill for you/because of you. Especially if someone touched you other than him. You're his property only. The worse someone treated you, the more gruesome and torturous their death will be. You might be just a toy, but you're HIS toy. It's nothing he'd ever admit, even to himself, but you being at his side completes him in a way nothing else ever could. It’s definitely not love, but it’s a sense of enjoyment and personal fulfillment. You’re the best at what he wants, and even though he sometimes scares the shit out of you in bed, you know exactly what he likes. You scream, moan, cry, beg, and even laugh perfectly (in those odd occasions when the two of you are just lounging.) And he isn’t interested in losing that.
X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)
He is built to kill. All four of his arms are massive and toned, including his chest and abs. He might lounge around and seem lazy at times, but someone with that much power needs to be strong, and his body easily reflects it. Not to mention his cock(s). You thought at first he was a shower cause they were already so big, but he turned out to still be a grower, and they’re even bigger when they’re hard and throbbing for your body.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Sex is like breathing for him. It's always a need. He does have incredible self control though, but it doesn't mean he isn't thinking about pounding you into his bed all the time.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep)
He'll fall asleep relatively quick after shoving you out of his bed or rolling to his side. He's not going to cuddle or give you any aftercare, so if it's at the end of his day and he's looking to pass out after he's done with you, it will happen really fast. Though you have snuck back into his bed and cuddled up against him at times once you think he's asleep, just wanting to be close to your king. However, he's quite aware of what you're doing, as he's not the deepest sleeper. He just lets you think you’re being sneaky and getting away with something. Just be grateful when he pretends to not notice.
And MAYBE…you’ll get his hand to gently rest on your hip while you’re cuddled against him.
Maybe.
|| Hope you enjoyed! Comments and reboots are much appreciated! ||
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libbyfandom · 3 months
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Let’s take a look inside Modern!Mizu’s Camera Roll! Featuring Reader and BES Characters (Companion Piece)
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Screenshot of an undercut with long hair.
Screenshot of a wolf cut.
Picture of her tv screen showing her new high score at a video game. (To rub it in Taigen’s face that she beat his)
Her hand cupping the back of a pretty neck covered in hickeys.
Akemi death-gripping a trash can with her face buried into it as she hurls. The rollercoaster Mizu forced her on is in the background.
Selfie of her and her adoptive father at a baseball game. (She couldn’t get him to smile. He only hummed, which made her laugh)
Video of you asleep on her, your head on her shoulder and your hand curled up on her chest. Her fingers are gently brushing the side of your face for a minute, before your eyebrows pinch in sleep. You make a soft, stressed noise unconsciously. Her lips press to your temple for a long moment. “Shh shh shh.” Your expression relaxes again, and she goes back to gently stroking your cheek.
The full moon.
A video of Ringo coming up silently behind you and Akemi while you're standing in line at a coffee shop. You two turn around and nearly jumps out of your skin when you sees him. (He's always so silent)
Screenshot of a quote “How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become? -Doc Lubel”.
Her torn up jeans and bloodied outer thigh as she sits in the grass along the road, her crashed motorcycle in the background.
A video of her holding your wrists down in bed, oh so slowly pressing kisses all over your chest where she yanked your top up to your collarbone. Every once in a while she bites into your skin without warning, gripping your wrists tighter when your body arches and tries to twitch away with broken whines. She waits each time for you to stop moving, staring intensely up at you with your skin between her teeth, before she licks at the bite to soothe it away and restarts the cycle.
Video of her sitting on her bed practicing knife flipping.
Her hand holding a book titled "Waiting by the Front Door: Children of Parents with Addiction".
A close up of the price tag of the book "Waiting by the Front Door: Children of Parents with Addiction".
Saved selfie Ringo sent of the two of them on a hike.
Screenshot of a dinner reservation confirmation for two at a new restaurant downtown.
Video of Akemi in the middle of some rant in Mizu and Ringo’s living room. The darkness outside the window suggests it’s very late into the night. She gestures wildly at something off camera. “-and Taigen pees in the fucking shower-!” Taigen’s voice comes from somewhere off camera, loud and offended. “I aim for the drain!” You sit in the background behind Akemi, looking disturbed and distressed.
Screenshot of piercings. (For the wish list people are asking for)
A gif of a character going “Some god damn peace and quiet”. (For the wish list people are asking for)
The ocean.
Saved video Ringo sent of you two at the beach bonfire. You’re cuddled up into each other while sitting against a log, your legs overlapping hers. You’re both staring into the fire, absentmindedly playing with each others fingers where you’re holding hands on your lap. She’s never looked more relaxed.
You and Akemi in the backseat asleep on the drive back from the beach.
Saved photo you sent her of her and her adoptive father playing chess. Her brows are furrowed as she thinks over her next move, sitting properly with her hands in her lap. This is instead of how she usually plays with one leg propped up on her chair and elbow leaning on her knee when she plays with Akemi.
The one nice photo of just her and Taigen, posing in a big mirror at a dark, more upscale restaurant wearing suits.
Screenshot of receipt for two concert tickets on your birthday.
Ringo laying head down on a pile of finals notes in defeat at the library.
Screenshot of a text you sent of a grocery list.
A video in her “Hidden” folder that is 37 minutes long and requires a password that only she and you know.
Screenshot of the word “Bitch” in Barbie pink font.
You curled up on the couch fast asleep, wearing Mizu’s oversized college sweatshirt.
Saved photo Ringo sent of Mizu standing in the bathtub making a peace sign with one gloved hand as the other holds Akemi’s newly dyed and wet burgundy hair while Akemi is seen leaning over the tub so Mizu can rinse out the excess dye.
A picture of her hand holding an engagement ring nestled inside a green velvet box. She wanted Akemi’s opinion. So she’ll stop having an anxiety attack over what she picked.
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idkfitememate · 4 months
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I didn't even think about tiger!!! What about tiger!Creator accidentally running into forest ranger camp and bumping into Collei? Ooh or just wandering in the woods and bumping into kaveh looking for new inspiration for his architecture? Like he would have hired mercenaries to protect him, but he's broke af lol. Or! Or accidentally going into the desert, like maybe chasing something or trying to get something, IDK, anyway they go to the desert and meet Candace and/or Dehya! Like they're just dieing out there in the heat and Candace helps them or something lol. Gah I have so many ideas!! Sorry to bombard you like this haha
I’m gonna do this like how I first introduced Otter!Creator! Hehehe ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა
Kaveh was having a fun time. He was just waking about, doing… work… and now there is a tiger behind him :)
… wait.
HOLY SHIT THERE WAS A TIGER BEHIND HIM-
The way Kaveh would scream and leap into the air like a cartoon-
Instead of attacking him you would nuzzle against him and he’d just??? Stand there??? Like “Wtf”????
Honest to the Archons this man has been on his feet all day, hasn’t had a LICK of alcohol in under 30 minutes, he’s tired, so?
He gently pushes your haunches, then your front legs, and lays against your staying form. Nap time :).
Alhaitham has seen a lot in his day. Fought a lot in his day.
But to see his roommate. Cuddled with one of the top causes of death in Sumeru? Yeah you narrowly avoided that sword.
After a little while however (and a mix of you bringing them their work items… and food… and water man these boys can’t take care of themselves-) you were able to gain their trust and now yay! You’re the official house pet of Alhaitham and Kaveh good job!
You run about town with satchels on your haunches and a couple on your legs and pick up things for the house when they can’t (be bothered too-) or when they’re too busy! You also clean… and cook.. omg they’re hopeless honestly.
On more than one occasion you’ve had to lead Kaveh back home when he got drunk, and then you did the same for Alhaitham when he passed out after working for nearly a week no stops somehow. Jesus-
You’re basically their parent at this point. But you get head pats from everyone and babies no longer cry at your presence sooo…. All is well!
Alhaitham, coming home late: 😐
Tiger!Creator, wrapped around a sleeping Kaveh: 🐅😴
Honestly I’m loving all the dynamics between the different creators! Chaotic Boar, pampered Otter, and now parental Tiger lol ૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა
And don’t be sorry! I love being bombarded! Make me feel loved!~ <3 ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა
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mukbangg · 4 months
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Can you maybe do one where billy and fem!reader have been in a relationship for a year or something like that and haven’t gotten intimate yet and one day when they’re hanging out somewhere their kids kind of turns into a make out session and billy indicates he wants to go further but reader is scared so he kind of guides her in a comforting way?
Thank you!!
Oki
Being with billy is like honey.
Hes so warm you practically melt whenever you're near him and your giddy grin is reflex at this point.
Sweet sweet Billy, jesus you're drunk off him hes just so lovely.
Sometimes you spend hours kissing him like you can inhale him, saliva slick on both your chins as you suck his bottom lip and lick the roof of his mouth.(he always snorts when you do that its ticklish)
Though, all these intense makeout sessions never lead anywhere. As soon as his hands slid a little lower, you're jolting, breath stilling as you pull away with an almost shameful look. Billy doesnt mind though, hes always quick to assure you that you dont have to do anything you're not comfortable with.
Sweet, gentle Billy,despite all his bloody history and those unnerving eyes which was the last glimpse of many men before their inevitable death at his hands. He presses soft kisses into your hair, whisper honeyed words into your ear, and you're cuddling into his chest, assured that you've got nothing to be sorry for.
Maybe its all the stories from the brothel woman, the mid wives and mothers and such, its built up some subconscious fear of the act itself that it makes you hesitate each time.
So when you find yourself in his lap, panting into each other's mouths as you grind down on him, the same fear grips you and you freeze.
Billy understood immediately, pulling away as his palm cups your nape and forehead presses against yours.
"Hey doll,"
He murmurs, nudging your nose with his.
"Back to earth? We dont got to do anything, hmm?"
He kisses your cupid's bow softly, tongue darting out to lick your lips.
"I like kissing you anyways. We can just do that,'kay doll?"
But you're shaking your head slowly, teeth digging into your bottom lip.
"I can...I wanna do this, Billy. With you,"
He hears the hesitance in your voice and he quirks his lips to the side, humming in thought.
"You sure? Dont wanna make you feel forced or anything. You know that you dont have to, right?"
And you nod your head, smiling up at him all sweet the way he knows you're not changing your mind.
"My best girl,"
He whispers, dropping his head down to the crook of your neck, kissing the soft skin there.
"You'll tell me if you dont wanna, 'kay doll? I'll be real gentle, I promise,"
And gentle he was, practically worshipping you as he slips your dress off, kiss up your thighs and slide your panties off. Your legs instinctively try to close, but hes fit himself between them, just resting his chin below your belly button.
"Shy, arent you?"
He murmurs, lips curving into a loopy smile.
"Here, gimme your hands, doll,"
You reach down obediently, lips pursed before you let them quirk up in a tight smile when he places your hands over his eyes.
Your soft squeeze was all he needs before hes kissing down your pussy lips, tongue diving in to lap at your already drooling hole up to you cute little clit. Hes so slow, making sure you know he wants to take care of you. And before you know it, your hands had slide up to curl in his hair, tugging softly hips bucking into his face and he chuckles into your wet pussy knowing hes got you over your hurdle.
Hai who am I kidding, heres an extra drabble:
"Fuuucckkk doll, your lil' cunny's sucking me all the way in,"
Billy huffs, breathless as you writhed under him.
Hes got one large palm on your belly, pressing down slightly on the small bulge that's visible when he thrusts into you.
"All this time I've been jerking myself, and you've had this sweet cunt right hereohhhh fuck-"
He chokes out before hes cumming again, emptying his balls straight into your womb.
And you? You dont know how many times you've cummed already, too dumbed out and filled with pleasure(and cum).
The bottom of you butt is wet, a mixture of both your fluids spilling out your abused hole whenever he fucks into you. The loud squelch as he shifts was vile, a fat glob leaking out your when he pulls out, gliding his still hard cock through your fold.
Billy taps your face, running his hand through your mussed hair.
He runs the swollen head of his cock against your clit, earning a squeal from you as he chuckles.
"Aaandd shes gone. Fucked you dumb did I, doll?"
"Billllyyyyy!!! S'too much-"
But you dont get to finsh as your voice tapers off into a sob, his thumb sliding across your aching clit, slipping a little from how slick it is.
"C'mon doll, y'can do it, c'mon- ahfuck,"
He pushes his thick cock in just as you squirt, coating his pelvis as he continues rubbing your clit.
"Billy- billy-"
You sob, each snap of his hips coaxing spurts of clear liquid out as his tip hits that sweet spot in you just right.
"You're ready to be a momma for me, hmm? My pretty lil' momma,"
Gods, what were you thinking denying yourself Billy's cock this whole time? Every jolt of pleasure fries straight up your spine and zaps every thought out your head. You just wanna take every load he dumps in you, let him plug you with his fingers as he fuck his cum back in.
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xueyidweams · 8 months
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Giving and Taking.
Char.: Lyney, Xiao, Venti x Male!Reader
Word count: 927
Notes: not proofread. fluff if you squint, my requests are open btw.
Giving it. (Lyney)
Either gentle as a feather or a brutal fuck. Depends on his mood and how you behave, definitely loves grabbing your ass, groping it and spanking it. Into breeding, holds your neck with his hand as he coos in your ear about how good of a father you would be, (and also about how if you could get pregnant you both would be the real hot DILFS in your areas—) obviously loves creampie, oh no he’s so close! He can’t pull out! Well it’s good that you can’t carry a child, because cumming in you without a condom just would not feel the same!
Also loves just rubbing and grinding his dick on your chest, moans especially loud when his tip grazes your lips as he’s grinding on your chest like a pathetic dog and you stick your tongue out, giving the tip kisses and licks with every grind of his hips. Will cum on your face or grip your hair and snap his cock inside your mouth just before doing so.
Loves aftercare and purrs when you pet his head afterwards.
Taking it. (Lyney)
Whiny, drooling mess. Whining and crying about how good your dick is making him feel, “Fuck- you look so handsome l-like this…” as you’re pounding his ass into oblivion and he’s staring into your eyes like a lovesick fool. (he is.) Begs you to finish in him, loves being filled up with your cum, definitely doesn’t let you pull out afterwards and makes you cuddle him with your dick still in him, you can’t complain when you hear the cutest purrs from him anyways…
Giving it. (Xiao)
A mess, honestly. The pleasure is so overwhelming, the warmth of your ass around his dick makes him cry out as he apologises about how he can’t hold back anymore and starts ramming his cock into you so hard you forget you are a person for a good few minutes and just hear him cry out your name and feel the death grip on your waist as his hips stutter and finishes in you, moaning and apologising about not being able to pull out. You kiss him on the forehead afterwards.
Likes it a lot when you ride him, can’t admit it and will hide his face when you fasten your pace and he can’t hold back his pretty noises anymore. Can’t hold himself back from snapping his hips up to meet your pace, hissing when you pinch his nipples as a warning.
Bathing together afterwards, kissing the bruises and hickeys he left on your body gently, loves cuddling also.
Taking it. (Xiao)
Scratches, a lot of them. On your back, your arms, your thighs, anywhere he can reach while you’re ramming your cock with no mercy into his ass or his mouth, usually prefers to hide his face in a pillow but gets even hornier when you flip him around because you want to see his pretty face.
Tries to keep quiet but when you find his prostate and keep abusing it, he becomes a whining crying mess. Your name is the only thing he can think of, the only thing he can say as he lays there and takes it like a good boy.
Loves cuddling, playing with your hair or you playing with his hair as you both soothe each other to sleep.
Giving it. (Venti)
Goes pretty gently, actually. His thrusts are deep and makes sure you feel every inch of him but doesn’t start pounding into you like a bunny in heat without a warning or consent check. When you give him that consent and when he is worked up though…
Loves, loves, loves fucking his cum back into you. It makes him so turned on when he sees his cum dripping out of your ass as he’s still fucking you, his eyes roll back and he lets out a whine of your name as his head falls to the place your neck and shoulders meet as he plants his hands on the either side of your head and changes his angle, every snap of his hips and every single time his cock rams into you it hits your prostate.
Loves singing to you softly and playing with your hair afterwards, cuddles you and gives you so many kisses.
Taking it. (Venti)
“Easy now, baby.” He giggles as he’s on your lap and you’re crying out about how unnaturally tight he is, it’s so good but your dick also feels like it’s going to snap off of your body. He gives you a light kiss on your forehead and starts with a gentle pace, easing your cock into him, guides your head to his shoulder and your arms around his waist as he’s riding you, nibbles in your ear, telling you how good of a boy you are for him.
Loves bending over any surface, making sure you get a good look of what’s yours before he begs for you to put it in. He waited for you for so~o long, don’t make him wait even longer! Sighs in pleasure as you bottom out, giggling when you hiss about how fucking tight he is. He likes it when you go rough, when he has to grip whatever he’s bent over so tightly that his knuckles go white, crying about how his ass hurts but you don’t stop, tell him it’s too bad and to take it like a good archon.
Little spoon, little spoon! Loves putting his head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat.
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imababblekat · 15 days
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Ways The TmnT Boy's Annoy Their S/O; Hc's
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Anon request, "hello I love your work and I hope you are well I wanted to ask you for a fic with the turtles and a fem!reader, about things they do to jokingly annoy their girlfriend because its funny for them. <3"
~xXx~
Leonardo:
Leo doesn't normally try to annoy his s/o, but occasionally he does feel a bit cheeky and decides to pester them if they're in a decent mood
the thing he does most often in these small occurrences is randomly poke at their side, and when they ask what he needs he'll pretend to not know what he just did
loves doing it if they're working at something and he's wanting attention
you know that thing dad's do where they pretend to lick their hand and then try to gross you out by putting said hand in your space? well he does that too
will chase his s/o around either the lair or their place, mischievously grinning as they run away screeching at him to not even dare!
Leo never pushes his s/o past annoyance, and will always end his shenanigans with gentle laughter and apology kisses
Raphael:
this man has messed with his s/o before they were even his s/o; he knows all the right buttons to push and to what limit as to not go so far as to actually anger them
he can't help it, it's so adorable how they get all red and puffed up when he mildly irritates them
absolutely calls his s/o shorty and other ridiculous nicknames when he's being a butt
his favorite thing to do that always gets his s/o rolling their eyes is when they ask him for help with something such as opening a pickle jar, and he dramatically flexes his muscles while wagging his brow, stating that if they wanted to see him at work, all they had to do was ask
will also purposely man spread where ever they're seated so his s/o is basically forced to sit either between his lap or on it
Raphaels messing around is always in good fun, and he knows when enough is enough, even if your death glare is the cutest thing he's ever seen
Donatello:
his favorite way of annoying his s/o is honestly so adorable that it's hard for his s/o to stay mad about it for very long
his s/o will ask him for something like a snack, and before they can grab it from his hand he quickly holds it up above his head
will wink and state they have to pay the bae toll first, and despite all their groaning, his s/o will tip toe to give him a sweet kiss
will sometimes place things in a high place so his s/o has to ask him to get it, but more often than not they know he purposely placed it there and will try to jungle gym their way up to get it
he'll stand to the side with a smug smirk and ask them if they're sure they don't need his help, finding their determination to get whatever object themselves very adorable
whether or not they say yes, he's always read to catch them if they happen to slip or fall, in which case he'll hold off on putting their stuff high up for a while
Michelangelo:
most the time when he feels like annoying his s/o it's because he's either bored, wants attention, or both
his favorite way of doing so is playing the "gravity game", much to his s/o's dismay
Mikey will locate his s/o to find them keeling over some work that can honestly wait a day or two to be done, and if he can't bribe them to step away for a break with cuddles, he'll let out the biggest sigh, an indication of what he's got planned
his s/o will shoot him a knowing glare and tell him he better not, but it's too late, Mikey has already trudged his way over to where they're seated or standing and groans loudly about how heavy the Earth is, practically leaning all of his weight onto his flustered s/o
won't put his entire weight into it because he obviously doesn't want to crush them, but Mikey also won't let up till his s/o agrees to finally take a break and spend some time with him, to which he will act victorious and act suddenly weightless as he practically floats off with his blushing s/o for some quality time
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melestasflight · 9 months
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Naming my cat Finrod was honestly one of my best life decisions. Mainly because it leads to quite peculiar statements on a daily basis:
Finrod is hiding in the closet again.  I spent two hours cuddling with Finrod instead of doing work. No regrets. Finrod is shy at first, but just let him observe you for a while, he’ll come on his own, and then you’ll never be rid of him. Finrod Felagund, Lord of Nargothrond, stop chewing that plant! me: I've given Finrod 3 different types of food today, and he licks each one a little, walks away, and looks at me like he's starving to death. friend: You should just let him be. me: I can't. I have a compulsion to please him. Appalled, after finding a bloodied pile of fur on my porch:  Omg, Fin, what is this?! Baby, thank you for the gift, but… he slow-blinks, rubs himself against my leg, and there’s nothing I can do about it
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argreion · 3 months
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Spicy Leon Headcanons!
➻❥ ALRIGHT, since the general headcanons for Leon went off (and honestly got hella shocked I don't have to be like 'professional') and my horny brainworm is literally screeching in my head. It's time to ruin y'all too with some spicy headcanons. I try to account for both sides of the spectrum gender wise so nobody feels TOO left out! <3
➻❥ Warnings: Basically FULL ass sex headcanons, leaning towards some light knife play, gun play, and choking. Food kink, choking, headlock, vibrator torture, some hints at BDSM to a degree. Like I said, full ass sex talk AND Headcanons.
Likes, reblogs, and comments appreciated! Not proofread cause I'm seriously so tired. 😭
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RE2R Leon - Alright, buddy, I know everyone headcanons him usually to be a sub. Honestly, I gotta agree. Feels like he would be shy after seeing a few in character depth posts that's he's an ex-Catholic, or that he at least WAS religious. Makes me feel like he's shy sex-wise. Probably pretty sensitive too, and is leaky. Loves when you lick the tip, and sometimes just smack him around a little. Will gladly take the strap if he gets to call you mommy/daddy. Leans either way regardless, degrading or praising. Will wear lingerie if you REALLY want him too. Probably would get embarrassed about it, considering he wants to be a good boyfriend for you! Be the big strong man like everyone wants him to be! In summary, RE2 feels kind of awkward, sweet, and subby!
RE4R Leon - Screams actual pussy or ass eating. He's slowly becoming a little munch, don't even compare him to RE6 or Vendetta, like ACTUALLY. Those fuckers are WAY too far in the munch zone. Gets a little giddy when you wear something special or his clothes. I just gotta say personally boxers actually so comfy, and I know he would like you wearing his clothes. Kisses your neck, chest, and your thighs! He doesn't mean to mark you, he loves ALL of you! Loves to do a little squish on your thighs as he munches, squeeze his head, make him die! It'll be heaven for him, seeing how he's seen death so often nowadays. Above all, he likes trust and comfort, and won't overstep boundaries. Any Leon wants consent, even if it's soggy ass wet cat Vendetta. We've seen the dark content fanfics. (And I loved every single one of 'em, SHHHHH!) RE4R Leon is basically his first domestic sex era to me. Touchy, comforting, and still his sweet self.
ID Leon: Low-key girly pop era for me. Feel like he'll do orgasm denial, and possibly vibrator torture. You struggling is kind of cute to him! Loves it when you start mewling his name, gets his cock so hard! Leaking pre-cum all over your lips, eyes blindfolded, and hands behind your back, and legs spread open! Likes to make you sit in front of him or beneath his desk, and jerk off his cock. Cumming on your face, taking a photo, and then joking about sending it to friends. Gets off to the small thrill of getting caught, or covering you in cum. Would say it starts to lightly thicken up cum-wise. If it's not something like above, possibly cuddle sex. No one can go wrong with cuddle sex, buddy. Rubbing his dick against you, slowly grinding and kissing your neck and shoulder. The other heaven from eating you out. This era is the experimentation, wants to find his kinks and whatnot. Should've done it at twenty, but at least he ain't too old, yet.
Damnation Leon: Lazy, drunk AND lazy. Possibly starts to get slightly kinkier too, with a knife coming into play at some points. The worst I GENUINELY see Leon doing if we're trying to go half-way realistic is pressing the knife to your throat. If you wanna go the dark daddy route, might do some cuts. Licks them up like a kitten and purrs like one. "Oh, you taste so sweet, baby." Tries anal sex too, honestly, he enjoys BOTH holes! If you have 'em, that is. Three if you're AFAB. Counting the mouth, loves getting his dick sucked. This is also when we start seeing the soft whiskey dick show up. Poor guy is popping Viagra and it only works 30% of the time. Gets bummed out and frustrated, but he's still got one job! Pleasure his damn lover! Also, he won't admit, but kind of likes getting fucked from behind, strap or cock alike. HAS TO BE DRUNK, THOUGH! NOT drunk = NO, he will deny deny DENY! Hella cocky when he gets fully drunk, but seriously becomes a buttslut if you hit his prostate. The iconic DBD moans and sounds come in because of this. Lazy drunk era, and slowly realizing he's a slut. Don't say it to his face, he's got to keep some pride.
RE6 Leon: Man, kind of got out the lazy drunk era but still ain't FULLY out. Takes a more sensual approach due to the fact he's getting a few grey hairs and wrinkles. Dick is still soft like always, soft dick Leon is so <3 for me. Likes you riding him on the couch, letting you take control and gently holding your hips. Please make out with him during it, he weirdly finds it hot. Exchanging spit occasionally, too. Likes when either you or him have to wait for the spit to finally drop into the other's mouth. If he could honestly get a boner, he would. Into marking your neck and thighs, it's his your mine era. Let the poor man have it, he can't have anything. ALSO CAN I MENTION THE POSSIBILITY OF SOMNO WITH HIM? Either YOU waking up with him devouring you up, or thrusting into you like it ain't anyone's business? Or waking up to grind and ride him? Purposely tries to stay asleep, and has mastered it to a degree. Still lazy, and still a slut. A seasoned slut for you, (and low-key husband material let's not fuckin' lie.)
Vendetta Leon: Oh boy, it's the soggy cat guy. Imma be honest, even though personally I headcanon Leon regardless of era to be pretty comforting and such. But I can't get it out of my head that Vendetta Leon uses sex to relieve stress. Rarely having ACTUAL loving, emotional sex. If it is that, it's with him with teary eyes. Slow loving sex, and then he's like "Uh... Ok?" The next day. Like bro, are we going to talk about you CRYING yesterday? You certainly cried deep inside of me! Asides from that, motorcycle sex. Stroking your thigh at stop lights, and pulling off into a alleyway or parking lot. Getting brutally fucked into that motorcycle? Mmm, and a gun to your throat or mouth? Sucking his dick with a gun to your head? He's into that now, sadly. Gets shaky if you don't like that, don't worry! He just hates that he THINKS of something that dark! I leave this up to personal headcanons for everyone but the daddy kink is a hit or miss for me for basically all Leon's except Vendetta and Death Island. Both get called Daddy for different reasons, let's get that straight. Likes making you be submissive and grind against his boot. Get it nice and squeaky clean, like a good little bitch. Degradation kink kinda turned up, but he's atuned to your emotions and facial expressions, don't worry. Pussy and ass munch this era hella hard too, makes your skin irritated cause this fucker ain't exactly shaving. PLUS HE BITES!? He isn't fucking around with shit like this, he knows what he wants.
DI Leon: Honey... We're in the DILF era. Man tits out, and the small patch of chest hair out. Motorboat them, gently bite and suck his nipples. It might not exactly turn him off, just the idea makes him warm inside. Not against the idea of vibrator torture against himself, let his cock leak! Cumshake when? In you? Pfft, you'll only make his cock leak more at breeding you! Pop a daughter or son, he wants one! (Preferably a daughter cause girl dad Leon agenda.) Will take the strap, and has no shame. No shame in wearing lingerie, either. Legs spread, lace covering his body, and thong threatening to snap. Adores being able to grind or hump your behind. Against the counter, in bed when your sleeping, work, EVERYWHERE! He doesn't really care, only when he's in the White House. Spit exchange, claiming your neck, and FEASTING LIKE A FUCKING KING ON YOU! Also those biceps wrapped around your throat? You got it, honey! Squeezing you of air, making your eyes roll back as he goes doggy. At the end of the day, he still likes to go back to some of his roots and be soft. Praising you and kissing moles/freckles/scars/etc. Gun kink is kind of gone, have to piss him off to make him do it. Which is HARD, he is patient and honestly outlasts you. Knife? Say the word, he's good with a knife. Tracing your body and whispering how lovely you are. His good little girl/boy/lover. Then... The possibility of a food kink? Putting honey on your chest and licking it off? Whipped cream and cherries on his chest? Your chest? Devoured. He's got a sweet tooth, and he loves to eat a little bit more because of it. Let him enjoy his feast! Even though he has three feasts daily! Last thing before I stop gnawing at the bars of my enclosure. Grinding on his thighs, chest, and face. Ride his nose, feel the burn, he'll cum on spot. The carefree era, and the other half of domestic era at points.
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➻❥ AN: Thank you so much for reading! Sometimes you just gotta let the horny out, plus I get to feed everyone a little. You're more then welcome to send asks fluff/smutty if you'd like! This was just meant to feed y'all slightly and I might do little blurbs or something based off whatever my mind throws at my face. Now I can happily pass out knowing I shared my knowledge. 😌❤️
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abbyromanoff · 8 months
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Hi can pls request milf!gp!carol danvers x milf!thicc!reader
ALL ASPECTS
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PAIRINGS: Carol Danvers x reader
WORD COUNT: 2498
WARNINGS: smut, fluff, body worship, praise, thigh fucking, milf!R, milf!Carol, teasing, cunnilingus, fucking in front of a mirror, chubby!R, insecure!R, carol has a dick, service top!Carol, fingering, think that’s all :)
NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!
You put your sticky note inside your book with a sigh - you were getting to the good part. The blonde, Michelle, reminded you of your girlfriend with her snarky remarks. Carol never understood why you were so engrossed in those novels, yet she found it adorable when you’d bite your lip and read a page multiple times for reasons she didn’t know.
The brownies would’ve burned if you hadn’t gotten up, so you had no choice. It was a quiet night, although most were ever since your wife got sent out for a two-month mission. Besides your rowdy children who seemed only to know how to make messes, there really was no enjoyment without her. And tonight, your oldest son, Daniel, was sleeping over at his friend’s house while your daughter was beyond ecstatic for her friends to come over and hadn’t left her room for over an hour. The brownies were for them, but she didn’t need to know if you had one or two.
The baby of the house, your four-year-old baby boy, Christian, was at your parent’s house after you gladly accepted their pleas to spend time with their grandchild. While you loved them all to death, you just wanted peace for the night, which meant reading, watching a movie, and sporting a glass of wine before bed.
Right as you were getting ready for a relaxing bubble bath, already checking in on your guests and seeing they were all knocked out, there was a loud bang outside your house. Fear indulged you, speed-walking towards the kitchen as you grabbed the sharp knife from a drawer. Your attention landed on the front door as you heard the knob twisting, trying to open. Your fears were only calmed when you saw your wife of twelve years walk through the entry, head down, as she tried her best to stay silent.
It was only when she looked up did she notice your frantic state, widening her eyes with a chuckle. She lifted her arms and signaled for you to come over, your body still stuck in shock and unable to register what was going on.
“Well? Do I get a hug?” You hurried into her arms after hearing her oh-so-angelic voice, her arms instantly returning your tough hold as one of her hands found its way to your head as she scratched lightly at your scalp. She knew the action always made your muscles relieve their tension as you were finally allowed to release a deep breath.
“You’re home.” You stated the obvious, a small snort coming from the blonde.
“Really? I didn’t notice.” You gave her a small glare before continuing to cuddle in her arms, basking in the warmth she offered even on such a cold night.
“I missed you so much, beautiful.” She murmured, kissing the top of your head and inhaling the scent of your shampoo.
“Mm, ‘missed you too.” The two of you stood there for what seemed like seconds but was really over ten minutes. You felt as though you could fall asleep right there as she hummed thoughtfully, smiling to herself as she admired the ring planted on your finger.
“Where’s your ring?” You asked with furrowed brows after the two of you pulled back, much to your dismay. She reached into her suit where she pulled out a necklace, the ring dangling from the gold material.
“Did you really think I’d lose this thing? I’d be dead the second I stepped inside.” She teased with a grin, receiving an eye roll from your end.
“Come on, Ava and her friends are asleep and I just drew a bath if you’d like to join.” You turned to walk into the hallway that held your shared room, the blonde following closely behind you like a lost puppy.
When you arrived in the master bathroom you shedded your clothes and your wife watched with a lick of her lips. Your bra fell to the floor along with your panties soon after while she slowly did the same, eyes still set on your body. You were always insecure about it, every curve and stretch mark brought a new set of self-hatred, but she loved every inch of you. From your kind soul to your breathtaking body, she didn’t know how she got so lucky.
“So, tell me about your day.” She spoke when settling into the warm water behind you. It wasn’t as hot as you hoped it would be due to your time spent with Carol.
“Well, I picked the kids up from school and helped them with their homework before making dinner. Oh, and Christian is still throwing his food at his siblings.” She chuckled, arms wrapping around your waist as she pulled you in closer.
“That little rascal, he’s gonna drive us up a wall.”
“He already does.” You rested your head on her shoulder and sighed deeply with a small smile, opening your eyes and being greeted by your wife staring back down at you. She brushed a strand of hair out of your face and leaned in to give you a small peck, quickly diving back in for more.
“You look so beautiful, love.” She muttered between each kiss. You shifted in her hold, keeping her close so she couldn’t pull away again. The two of you made out sensually, not caring to quicken your paces as both of you were purely exhausted.
You pulled back for a moment so you could adjust your body, settling on her lap with your legs folded at her side. Your arms wrapped around the back of your neck as you played with her hair. She watched you carefully, biting her lip as her hands rubbed your sides up and down thoughtfully.
“How did I get so lucky to call you mine, hm?” She brought her fingertips to your exposed breasts that had droplets of soap covering them. She pressed her lips against yours once again, although this one was different. You could taste the desire and eagerness coming off of her lips, but it still didn’t replace the love that overpowered them both.
“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you, you’re so perfect.” A blush threatened to make way to your cheeks as you grinned.
“Nobody is perfect.”
“Oh, but that’s not true because whenever I lay my eyes on you I see pure perfection. You have the most forgiving and peaceful soul, even after all that you’ve been through. Your heart is full of love, even when people don’t deserve it. Your eyes, don’t even get me started, I could stare into them for a lifetime and never find myself bored.” You could tell she wasn’t lying, the pure admiration in her features helped prove that. She truly loved you more than anything, and she was so grateful you felt the same way.
“Your body, every marking tells such a beautiful and strong story. I see you trying to hide your stretch marks and scars, but I wish you could love them as much as I do. You’re the reason we have three amazing children, you brought life into this world and every stretch mark shows that. They show strength, life, and happiness; how could I ever wish for that to go away?” You bowed your head down, only to meet her gaze once more as she lifted your chin with her fingers.
“I want to show you just how beautiful you are, but only if you let me.” You nodded, but that wasn’t what she wanted.
“Words, baby, I want to hear how bad you need it.” You whined, wiggling your hips on her slightly hardened cock that was teasingly poking you. She grasped your waist to force you to stop, pressing small kisses against your neck until she was next to your ear.
“Tell me what you want, or you’ll get nothing.” She whispered, feeling your hands grasp onto each side of her face and pull her into you, connecting your mouth with hers once again. You were obsessed with feeling her close to you, you were scared that if you didn’t you’d end up waking up moments later and realizing she was still gone.
Her tongue prodded at your lips as your hips continued to grind on her crotch, she didn’t stop you this time. You threw your head back and she found herself sucking a deep mark into your neck, not caring if you struggled to hide it at a later date, she was just as needy as you.
“I need you, Carol, I need you so bad.” You cried out. You felt her hand interlacing with yours as she guided you to stand up with her, neither of you bothered to dry yourself as she guided you to sit in front of the full-length mirror that was planted near your bed. You shuddered, already knowing what was to come next.
“I need you to be quiet, okay? Don’t want to wake up the girls, now do we?” You shook your head, that was the last thing you wanted.
She ran her hands up and down your thighs, groaning at the plush skin that greeted her. She slowly spread them, licking her lips with hunger as she eyed your cunt. You were dripping, and it wasn’t because of the bath.
She couldn’t stop herself, moving in to lick a small stripe up your folds and earning a hidden moan on your end. She looked up at you with a smirk while her tongue ran small circles on your clit, your hips jutting upwards.
“I want you to look into that mirror,” You did as asked. “And I want you to watch yourself as I make you cum. Then, I want you to tell me just how beautiful you are, I want to hear it.” You nodded with a whisper of agreement, willing to do anything for her touch. She seemed satisfied with your answer and returned to her position, her mouth wrapping around your swollen bud as she teased a singular digit near your hole.
“Fuck, I-”
“Shh, just watch, that’s all I ask.” You struggled to keep your eyes open as she eased her finger inside of you, letting you have a moment to grow used to the accommodation before starting slow thrusts.
You looked at yourself through the reflection, noticing the way your hips created a grind as your mouth parted open. Your arm occasionally twitched as you struggled to hold yourself up, your other hand finding itself braided in your wife’s hair.
“Please- please, Carol.” A second digit soon joined as you let out a choked moan, struggling to keep quiet as she asked.
“You gonna cum, baby?” You nodded rapidly, trying to bring her as close as possible to your heat. She was engrossed in your taste, her tongue sloppily trying to get a marking of every spot possible.
“Mhm!” You removed your hand from her head and covered your mouth, hoping it was a way to silence any noise. She wanted to hear you, but she understood your fear of waking up your daughter or even her friends.
“Tell me you’re beautiful.”
“Carol-”
“If you want to cum then do as I say.” Your legs were shaking and your juices were dripping down her fingers that were moving in and out of you at an incredible pace.
“I-I’m beautiful.”
“No, say it like you mean it.” Tears rushed down your face from the edging, your breathing speeding up as you chased your high.
“I’m beautiful!”
“Again.”
“I’m beautiful!”
“Again!”
“I’m beautiful!” You grew progressively louder with each repeating of the word, sighing happily when she finally let you go, your release hitting you almost instantly.
“Carol- ah!” She kissed each of your thighs softly as you came down from your high, making up blabbered words along the way. Small hickeys were left on your skin, she couldn’t care less if someone was able to see them.
Moments later you found yourself standing on wobbly legs, Carol standing behind you as her cock ran through your thighs, occasionally brushing against your clit and sending waves of pleasure through you.
“Fuck- you’re so fucking perfect, sweetheart.” Her arms wrapped around your waist as your hands interlaced with hers on your stomach. She pressed kisses against the valley of your neck, eying you through the mirror with a small smile.
“You take me so well, Mommy.” She muttered, a whine following soon after. Her breasts bumped against your back as her hips drew back only to push forward once again.
“Please-” You were cut off with a small whimper, her drooling tip teasing your bud causing your eyes to roll back. Her hands explored your body quickly before stopping at your breasts, her fingers pinching and tweaking your hardened nipples.
“Such a pretty Mommy, ‘love you so much.” Her pace was uneven and sloppy as she chased after you, trying to bask in every thrust as her mouth fell open in a silent scream.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh, god, you feel so good!” She stuffed her face in the brink of your neck, biting down on the skin to quiet herself and causing a hiss of pain from your side.
“‘M sorry, you just- yes! You’re so perfect, Mommy, ‘m so fucking lucky.” Each word that left her mouth had you melting and had your cunt clenching. She was teasing you, really, causing your hand to travel to your clit. Your thumb brushed against her sensitive head, leading her to cry out even more.
“I think- I think I’m gonna cum. C-can I cum? Please? Please, I need it so bad.” You only smiled, admiring her desperate state. Knowing that you were the one who made her so…needy, turned you on even further.
“Yes, yes, yes! Please cum all over me, honey, please.” It only took seconds for her finish to paint your legs, weakened whimpers escaping her. Her hold on you had tightened as she blew out deep breaths, clutching onto any part of you that she could.
“Shit, that was amazing.” She let out, resulting in your agreeance. Her heart was beating fast, sweat covering both of your tired bodies, but she wasn’t done just yet.
“You see how much I love you, baby?” She started. “You’re perfect, at least to me you are. You don’t need to see it yet, but I promise I’m gonna spend the rest of my life proving to you every single day that you’re the only one I want.” She was sincere, and you didn’t know if it was that or her words that created tears.
“I love you so much, Carol.” She liked the way her name rolled off your tongue, it would never get old.
“I love you to the moon and back, darling.” But even that wasn’t true, because she loved you more than that. She loved you like no other, and she hoped someday you’d truly see that.
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Tw; Mentions of murder, grief and spoilers I guess. Mentioned top!male!reader
Please do not copy or steal my work.
Sano “Mikey” Manjirou/gang!member!Male!Reader
Summary; Mikey’s dark impulse almost comes out. Luckily for everyone, you are there to calm the beast.
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You sat behind Manjiro, watching the meeting over his shoulder. It was going nowhere. Your boyfriend and his captains were stuck in an endless cycle of yes, no, maybe. And Manjiro’s patience was running lower by the second. You could see it by how tensed his shoulders were and quiet he was.
Everyone could see how displeased Mikey was. Over his shoulder, you had a good sight on their expression; they were terrified. With good reason. Mikey could kill a man in a heartbeat if he wanted, with no warning or sign. Just like he could beat the poor fucker to a bloody mess for the littlest thing.
Apparently, Manjiro use to be different. Calmer, more in control of his Dark Impulse. Before the death of his sister, best friend and so many more. The last straw has been when a named Takemichi had left. You ignored why, Manjiro refused to speak about it. But sometimes, you would wake up to him calling for his friend while tears would roll down his cheeks.
You never said anything, thinking Mikey would talk when ready. The only thing you could do was offer your shoulder and cuddle him. Or fuck him until he forgot everything, but you.
Licking your lips, your gaze turned toward Mikey's neck. You could still see the love bite you left there last night surrounding his tattoo. You wished you could simply get up and give him more while giving his shoulders a good massage. Maybe get him to sit on your lap so you could kiss them instead. You knew he loved it when you two took a bath before going to bed.
You were kicked out of your fantasy when his whole demeanour switched. You saw all his muscles tensing in a second as he raised his head higher. The whole aura changed in the room, feeling as if the temperature dropped below freezing. Not literally, of course. But you did get chills running through your whole body.
You weren't the only one noticing the change. All the captains fell silent, all their colour draining off their faces and fear filled their eyes. What had been said, you ignored it, but one thing was sure; it has turned Mikey’s Dark Impulse on. And like a ticking bomb, it could explode at any second.
Sighing, you got up. All eyes, except Mikey’s, turned on you. Half we're hopeful, the rest scared for your well-being.
You walked behind Mikey and rested your hands on his shoulders. You felt them instantly relax under the contact. Bending over his right side, you kissed his temple.
- “Easy Mikey. You have good, competent captains, so don't go around blasting their brains on the walls okay?” you said, lips still pressed against his skin.
- “You weren't listening right, Y/n?” he asked, voice empty.
- “Sorry Mikey. I spaced out before the gorgeous view I had.” you smiled, knowing he might be blushing. “Might have been making plans for tonight too, for us. So please, no shooting, no beating. I know it's frustrating, but it won't change anything.” you added and Mikey said nothing, but you felt him relax completely. “Let’s take a pause, just an hour or two. Let the boys get some food and air, might help. What do you think?”
For only answer, Manjiro dismissed everyone with a simple waving of his hand. Without a word, they all left the room almost running. Chuckling, you grabbed a chair and sat by Manjiro’s side. His eyes were empty and dark, but there was no sign of his Dark Impulse. Taking his hand in your, you rubbed small circles on his skin.
- “Something is wrong, I can see it. What's going on love?” you asked, and when no answer came you asked another one; “What can I do?”
Mikey turned his eyes on you. For a second you thought he would remain quiet, but no.
- “Could you hold me? I'll like to listen to your heart.”
You simply opened your arms wildly, inviting him to do just that. You wrapped them around his little frame once Mikey was comfortable on your lap. Resting your chin on the top of his head, you closed your eyes.
- “You know I am here if you need to talk. Whatever is on your mind or heart, I will listen.” you said softly.
- “Just a bad day. Angry just...” he sighed and hid his face against your chest. “Today is Emma... It's...” you heard his voice crack and hugged him closer.
- “Hush, it's alright. Mikey, if you need to cry, then cry. Let it go, love, you have the right to. I'm sorry, I didn't know.”
Mikey gave no answer, but you felt his shoulders shake as he cried silently in your arms. You rarely saw your boyfriend cry. Sometimes after a nightmare, or coming out of his Dark Impulse after killing someone.
You also felt like an idiot.
You should have seen the signs.
When the Captains returned, they said nothing seeing their President sitting on your lap, your head resting on his shoulder as he played with your hair. And if Mikey’s hair looked wild or if he had a new set of love bites on his neck, and if you too had your share of them just now showing, they said nothing.
The tension had left the room, it was easier to breathe and focus. For the next hours, you listened to them deciding if they should start a war against a rival gang, and so on.
And for the rest of the meeting, Mikey’s Dark Impulse never made another appearance.
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chuunai · 5 months
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fem girlfriend dazai ! who is whipped for you. her heart can’t contain all the love she feels for you, her darling belladonna. the one who she clings to nonstop and covers in lipstick marks. kunikida doesn’t approve of it at the office, but she sure does. besides, sitting on your lap and burying her face in your tits is way nicer than documents that atsushi can do.
fem girlfriend dazai ! who clasps your hand openly as you two walk home from the office, whining about how ‘boring’ and ‘horrible’ it was without you when she had to go on a solo mission. the chime of a door opening as you two buy canned crab for dinner because your girlfriend can’t cook and neither can you. her voice calling out to you as she begs you to buy some shitty matching couple’s shirt. you’re too broke to buy it, so you go home.
fem girlfriend dazai ! who lazes around on the couch staring at you as you make a makeshift meal of canned crab, sake and some random vegetables. her lap is your seat—no other option is available. she always steals your food, it’s practically impossible to eat by yourself at this rate. imagine trying to eat a snack in your closet, only to feel her hands come out from nowhere and take your food because turns out she was in the closet too!
fem girlfriend dazai ! who helps you clean dishes afterwards, seeing the suds gather on both your hands as she playfully bumps her hip against yours. drying both the dishes and your hands off as she nibbles on your ear for fun. although the sight of your skin wet with water has got her prepping her tongue muscles for a long night.
fem girlfriend dazai ! who happily spends a night between your thighs, lips wrapped around your clit as her fingers knead at your thighs and hips. death by suffocation of your thighs is a great way to die. her last meal, too—the way her tongue licks a long stripe up your pretty cunt, juices coating her chin. it doesn’t matter how many times you’ve came already, you can give her just ‘one more’
fem girlfriend dazai ! who eventually gives you mercy, wiping off the mess between your legs with a towel before snuggling up to you. she’s always been too tired for proper aftercare, but she doesn’t hold back from cuddles and kisses. telling you about how good you were, her head nestled on your chest. her pretty girl makes her heart beat so much and fast.
fem girlfriend dazai ! who watches you drift off to sleep, her insomnia keeping her up. watching how your chest rises and fall with each breath you take, the gentle murmur of her name—‘osamu’—slipping out as you dream. probably about her. she wouldn’t blame you, though. she’s irresistible, yet you’re so out of her league.
fem girlfriend dazai ! who wonders why you picked her as your girlfriend. in her opinion, you could’ve had anyone, yet you picked her fucked up self. the weight of her past and all that it means for the future. god, you’re too good for her. she’s not good enough to put a ring on your finger. not good enough to wake up next to you every morning as you smile and kiss her. but she’s too attached to leave. ever.
fem girlfriend dazai ! who ultimately decides to sleep, eyelids slowly closing. it’s been two years already, you and her. the relationship. maybe soon, she’ll be good enough to take you to that one park nearby—with the pretty pond and tulips and roses—where she’ll get down on one knee, pulling out a box and asking that dreaded yet needed question.
fem girlfriend dazai ! who can’t bear to not be yours.
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workwithmeman · 2 months
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Pairing - Mountain x Phantom, 1.4k words, mature/explicit
Tags: body worship, phantummy, phantom being a little shit, mountain being desperate, mountain finishing in like 9 seconds oops, first time writing smut sorry, not beta read
Mountain was going to lose his fucking mind.
He knew Phantom had always been pretty - from the moment he had tumbled out of the summoning circle, he was all pouty lips, angled face, and doe eyes. A little gangly and underfed, sure, but nothing that a little love and home cooked meals couldn’t fix. And he was sweet - Lord Below was he sweet. An adorable nativity paired with a penchant to please that drove Mountain insane with a need to fawn, dote on, and love the little ghoul. 
But now that they had gotten back from tour, things had only gotten worse for Mountain. Without the constant exercise of tour and the increase in lovingly prepared rich comfort foods of winter, Phantom had started to grow a little soft around the edges. What once was all prominent bones and sharp edges became gently curvy and cherubic, with softer thighs and arms and an ass that Mountain would love to bury his face in. 
But the kicker, the absolute killing blow to Mountain’s sanity, was Phantom’s fucking tummy. As he had softened, a little bit of that fat had migrated to his chest and stomach, creating the most adorable little pooch that Mountain wanted to kiss, lick, suck - anything that Phantom would allow him to. 
Sweet Satan, he was screwed. 
—-
Mountain’s day started like normal, with him gently untangling himself from Phantom’s death grip on his body and shuffling to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. In the kitchen he found Dewdrop, holding a scalding cup of coffee and heating up the water for Mountain. He offered Mountain a sleepy smile.
“Hey big guy. Sleep alright?”
Mountain grunted in response, holding his cup out to Dew wordlessly.
“Understood,” Dew chuckled, pouring hot water in to Mountain’s teacup. “Phantom keep you up last night?”
“You could say that. Little bug is driving me crazy.” Mountain gently blew on his tea.
“Oh? What did he do now?” Dew leaned back against the counter, sipping his coffee. “More video games? Another documentary?”
“Satan, I wish. It’s just fucking him, Dew, I’m losing my mind. I just want to hold him and never let go.”
Dew laughed again. “Wow Mount, never thought I’d see the day someone made an honest woman out of you. It’s a good look.”
“Who’s making an honest woman out of Mountain?” Phantom’s sleepy voice called from down the hall. “I want to help.”
As Phantom appeared in the doorway, Mountain’s mouth went completely dry. In his bat boxer briefs and bat wing hoodie, Phantom looked good enough to eat. Mountain wanted to mark him, claim him, fuck him, break him, and then put him back together again. He wanted to grab him and steal him back to their room and spend hours eating the poor boy out until he cried. Fuck. Mountain needed to get his shit together. 
“Oh, um, hi bug. H-how did you sleep?” Mountain stammered. Phantom chuckled and walked over to him, tucking himself against Mountain’s chest and kicking up a gentle purr. 
“Like a rock. Your cuddles and your tea always make me go out like a light.” Phantom nuzzled against Mountain’s neck before pulling away to the cabinet where the tea was kept. 
As he stood on his tiptoes to reach his favorite box of tea, his hoodie rode up a little, revealing a sliver of dark purple belly, just sticking out a bit over his boxers. Mountain looked up from his sip of tea, only to spit it out all over Dew, coughing heavily.
“What the fuck, Mount, are you trying to infect me with your earth ghoul cooties? Fuck off with that shit,” Dew yelped. He looked down at himself, now covered with a healthy spray of earl grey. “Ah, shit. Now I have to change my fucking shirt.”
Dew walked out of the kitchen past a sheepish Mountain and a bewildered Phantom, yanking off his shirt as he went. 
“You alright there, Mounty? Everything OK?” Phantoms big purple eyes stared up at him, taking his breath away.
Mountain flushed up to his horns. “U-uh yeah, bug. Just choked a little bit. Sorry if I scared you.” Phantom rolled his eyes.
“Just glad you’re not dying, you big dummy. I love you too much to watch you choke to death on leaf water.”
Mountain smiled, tugging Phantom back into his chest. “I love you too, bug. I love you too.”
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As their day progressed, Mountain slowly became more sure that Phantom was intentionally trying to drive him insane. The way he’d slowly bend over a laundry basket in front of Mountain and turn around and smile teasingly, the way he’d lift his sweater up over his head and make sure his t-shirt was stuck to it, the way he’d brush up against Mountain when they were working side by side. Mountain was ready to grab the little quint by the scruff of his neck and drag him back to their room to not be seen for at least a few days.
It all came to a head at movie night. The ghouls were all gathered in the common room watching some movie Dew and Aether liked, something with bombs and explosions and good special effects. Something Mountain could ignore for something sweeter. Namely, his lapful of quintessence ghoul.
Phantom was lounging against the earth ghoul’s torso, sitting between his legs. Every few minutes he’d shift ever so slightly, pressing back directly into Mountain’s dick. He stretched backwards, bringing his arms around Mountain’s shoulders and allowing his shirt to ride up as he nuzzled into Mountain’s neck.
Come on Mounty, hold me. I’m so cold. 
Mountain could hear Phantom’s voice echoing around his brain.
I know you’ve been staring. Come on, wrap those big arms around me. I can feel you, I can feel you’re hard. I know you want me, Mounty.
Mountain growled slightly into Phantom’s neck.
Don’t start something you can’t finish, little bug. I hope you know what you’re doing.
Phantom only chirped and ground harder back into the earth ghoul. He brought his mouth right up to Mountain’s ear.
“Please, Mounty. Take me back to our room, come on.”
Mountain growled, picking Phantom up and throwing him over his shoulder as Phantom squealed happily. As they walked out of the common room, a there were a few chuckles and groans from various members of the pack, but they mostly ignored the scene happening in front of them. 
Once they reached their shared room, Mountain tossed Phantom into the nest, yanking his shirt over his head. 
“You fucking tease. Whatever am I to do with you?” He crawled forwards, caging Phantom in on all sides. “Hope you don’t like this shirt too much, bug. You’re not getting it back.” 
In one swift motion, Mountain slashed the center of Phantom’s shirt open, revealing his delicate, plush purple skin. Mountain immediately latched onto Phantom’s neck, kissing, sucking and licking his way down the quint’s body until he reached his tummy. 
“Fucking harassing me all day, showing this cute little tummy off when you know I can’t handle it. Fucking drives me insane, bug, madness how gorgeous you are. Could stare for hours and never have enough.”
Phantom whined, squirming against the sheets. “Then why don’t yo-hah-do something more than just stare? Please Mounty, I need it. Touch me, please.”
“Oh princess, you’ve had more than enough touches for today. You always get what you want, hmm? It’s time for me to get something back.”
Mountain straddled Phantom’s calf, slowly starting to grind as he shoved his face back into his soft purple tummy.
“Fuck, bug, you’re perfect. Love how soft you are, how soft you’ve gotten. Love that you’re so strong now, so pretty. Such a pretty ghoul.” Mountain gasped, staring to hump Phantom’s leg more aggressively. He brought a hand down to Phantom’s straining cock, slowly beginning to jerk it. 
“You drive me crazy, baby, your cute little ass and your fucking thighs, love, wanna cover em with my marks. Wanna make sure everyone knows you’re mine. Wanna - ah! Wanna mate you, mark you, show everyone how much I fucking love you, need you, want you, ah-!”
Mountain finishes with a cry, spilling all over Phantom’s leg. Phantom follows shortly after, enamored with the scene of the earth ghoul falling apart. They lay together, panting, for a minute until Mountain crawls up Phantom’s body to kiss him. A comfortable silence falls over the pair.
“H-hey Mounty? Did you mean what you said? Do you want to be my mate?” Phantom asked nervously, tilting his chin up to look in to the earth ghouls eyes.
“With my whole heart, body, and soul, bug. If you want, whenever you want, wherever you want, I’m yours.”
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