#mood blurb

[pink-andwhite]

ethan landry mocking you >>>

"oh it's too big baby? that's so cute." then proceeds to fuck you harder, making sure to shove that extra inch in there each thrust.

"too much? oh you poor thing.." wraps his hand around your throat and fucks you faster, definitely rubs your clit too.

"you're all done sweetie? that's too bad, im just getting started." proceeds to fuck you through 4 more orgasms.

#these are thot hours #help im not in the mood to write a fic but like i cant help but let a little blurb out #im thirsting over him so bad rn #its not even funny #ethan laundry 4 life #ethan landry is my new obsession thank you #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut #ethan landry #scream vi smut #scream dialogue

[aphrogeneias]

Sometimes, Steve worries himself about the way he handled you in bed.

If you had to ask him, he'd say it isn't his fault. If anything, it is your fault for being irresistable, your soft body begging him to run his hands all over it, but still. Still, he can't help but worry about the way his rough, calloused hands behave when he loses himself in you.

He doesn't think about it when he's doing it, though. When he's kneading your flesh under his fingers, gripping your hips and love handles and waist, not knowing where to hold you first because every sliver of your skin calls for him.

When he has you has on top and his hips piston up into your velvet heat, and he squeezes your hips hard enough that his hands leave small imprints on you. When you're on your stomach and his hands find the exact same place, and you're whimpering not only because his cock is reaching impossibly deep inside of you, but because he's gripping you so tight, but it hurts so good.

He thinks about the way he's careless with his mouth, sucking bruises into your delicate skin. How careless he is with his fingers when they grab and pinch your nipples, but that's easily forgotten when he sees your face contorted in pleasure as he looks up from your chest. He always takes the time to kiss them better.

He feels especially apologetic after he manhandles you, working your body as he fucks you, changing positions by just moving you as he wants. Flipping you into your stomach, caging you in with his body to keep you in place, strong arms unwielding. Rolling you into your back when he can't stand not seeing your pretty face, slamming you into the mattress.

"I'm sorry" is almost always slipping from his lips when he holds you afterwards, but he forgets it as soon as he sees your fucked out face, all half-lidded eyes and kiss bitten lips, looking at him like he hung the stars and the moon. He's not sorry, then.

#steve's an intense boy #he loves hard :') #anyway #i'm in a steve mood i need to love on him a little #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fanfic

[l3viat8an]

Nsfw Thinkin’ about demon boyfriend! Who loves having an adorable little human like you under his control~

You’re everything he could ever want!!

He gets drunk on the power he holds over you, the power to give or take away your pleasure as he sees fit~

The way you look at him with stars in your eyes, or even better the way you cry ‘n tremble as he gives you too much.

You cum when he tells you to, whether you want to or not doesn’t really matter, you will cum.

Or he can ruin your orgasm and watch as your sensitive little cunt clenches around nothing…….ripping your pleasure away for his own satisfaction……

#1 am thots~ #‘n goodnight <3 #obey me smut #obey me x reader #om! smut #obmswd smut #demon smut #demon x reader #demon x human #monster fucker #ig??? idk in a special mood rn- #smut blurb #roro writes #obey me demon brothers

[saetoru]

al-haitham’s the kind of guy who tilts his head slightly for a kiss before you even lean in to give him one. he just knows it’s coming. expects it. trusts it’ll happen.

he’s yawning when he sits at the table for breakfast, hair slightly disheveled from sleep. he sits down and when you place the mug of coffee in front of him, his head angles a little for that kiss you place on his cheek.

he’s drowned in endless paperwork at the akademiya when you stop by to visit, chuckling when he gives you that look of despair at the all the work he has to do. you don’t even manage to walk up to him fully before he’s leaning in and waiting for the kiss to the top of his head.

he’s shirtless in the bathroom, brushing his teeth at night when you walk in to brush yours too, bumping hips with his as you giggle. you don’t even have to turn before he’s tilting his head so he’s exposed and ready for that gentle peck you leave at his jaw.

“have you ever noticed how demanding you are for these,” you chuckle one day, pressing a kiss to his cheek to prove your point.

he grunts, leaning in and burying his head into your neck as you greet him at the door after a long day. “what makes you say that,” he mumbles.

“you’re ready for one before i’ve even come close,” you grin, “what if one day i don’t kiss you?”

“you’d stop kissing me?” he asks, squeezing your hips as he nuzzles into your neck. something tells you he already knows your answer.

and he’s warm. he’s close. he’s here and he’s everything all at once. he’s all you need and everything you’ve ever wanted. he’s the messy hair of your mornings and the pouty lips of your afternoons and that shirtless back of every night. he meets you halfway—maybe even takes the first step so you don’t have to.

he leans in for that kiss before you do. because he needs you, wants you, loves you—and he never lets you forget it. so you turn your head, press your lips against the side of his head and run your fingers through his hair as he sighs in content.

“no,” you hum, falling in love all over again, “no i’d never stop kissing you.”

#✰ — al haitham. #hi guys i’m #rly sad #bc idk i’m trying to pick up writing my haitham fic again #but i’m struggling on cnn arcaterization and #just writing in general #i think i’m hitting a block again #and i was 6k words into the fic #i rly wanted to post it before this vacation #so i’m trying to write little blurbs of #how i think he’s like to love #to maybe #idk spark inspiration and get a better grasp of him #i’m just #bummed :( this fic was my most fav idea ever i #rly love it and him and it was making me happy to write and now i feel like it’s not what k expected so i’m sad #:( #anyway here’s needy haitham to cleanse the dash and cheer up moods #bc i needed a mood loft #lift **

[eddiesghxst]

hiii i’m in a mood so here’s something smutty abt steddie x reader

18+ — MINORS DNI

————

eddie’s being mean.

he’s being mean and he knows it because he’s eyeing you from over steve’s shoulder with this taunting glint in his eyes and a sly smirk as he steadily strokes steve’s cock.

there’s a buzzing vibrator stuffed in your cunt that eddie has so strategically nuzzled against your spot. and you could cum from just that, you really could. but eddie is mean and he has the setting on a low, steady pulse that’s just enough to keep you at the edge without tipping over.

steve is so blissed out that he’s barely even paying attention to the way eddie’s teasing you. his back is pressed against eddie’s chest and his legs are sprawled out against the bed, eager hips thrusting in sync with eddie’s strokes. his chest, neck, and face are flushed and his swollen lips are parted around the most sinful, pornographic moans as he tips his head back to rest against eddie’s shoulder.

eddie’s removed all his rings and the sight of his bare fingers exploring every inch of steve’s body has you squirming and clenching your thighs together, pressing the vibrator deeper into you.

eddie whispers something to steve, something you can’t hear because your brain is practically mush and steve’s moans are loud and pretty with the harmony of his squelching cock. steve is breathless as he nods, tummy quivering when eddie’s free hand coasts up his sweat-dampened chest and grazes over his nipples. eddie leans down, eyes never leaving you as he presses a gentle kiss to steve’s shoulder.

“look at you sitting so pretty and patient,” eddie finally acknowledges you.

your thighs clench again and eddie snickers, “you wanna taste stevie’s cock, princess?” he hums, thumb rolling over steve’s sensitive tip. you eagerly nod, mouth watering in excitement as you wriggle against the toy inside you.

“yeah? want him to cum down your throat? make your tummy all warm and full?” eddie teases.

you nod again, “please eddie.”

eddie smiles and hums approvingly, “come get it, sweetheart.”

and god, it’s almost embarrassing how quickly you crawl across the bed— like a fucking dog— but fuck, you can’t find a single bone in your body that cares because eddie and steve are looking at you and touching you and praising you and eddie has this sinister smile on his face like he knows you’re almost there as he gently coos, “all the way in, baby. make him cum and then i’ll fuck that greedy cunt of yours, how’s that sound?”

and shit, that sounds like a fucking plan.

#IM IN A FERAL MOOD GUYS #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fic #eddie munson smut #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x y/n #steve x eddie #steddie x reader #steddie #steddie smut #steddie x reader smut #drabble

[strangersmunsons]

you're not feeling your best. Eddie gives you some much needed comfort. eddie munson x fem!reader, ~800 words

“Hey, Eddie?” 

Your soft voice breaks the comfortable silence hanging over the bedroom, where you and Eddie have been curled up in each other’s arms since you finished making love some time ago.

“What’s up, baby?” He strokes a calloused hand up and down your back, tracing gentle patterns into the skin with his fingers in a way that makes you shiver. You press your body even closer to his.

He smells musky with sweat and drugstore cologne, and the faint whiff of tobacco that lingers from his post-sex cigarette. He tilts his head down to press a sweet kiss to your shoulder, and then another, and then another.

You hesitate, unsure if you want to break this spell of gentleness by voicing your insecurities. But then Eddie traces the furrow between your brows with a delicate finger, smoothing out the small crinkle. His face is expectant. Waiting.

“Can I ask you a question?”

He gives you a dopey half-smile, the really sleepy one that you love the most. “You just did, didn’t you?” 

You try to grin back, but it comes out more like a grimace.

His smile fades, face lining with concern as he takes in your expression. You've apparently hidden your unease from him well tonight; he doesn't like it. He brings a hand up to your face, cupping your cheek in his palm. “Of course you can,” he says soothingly, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb.

You sigh at his touch. “Don’t laugh,” you whisper, throat tightening. 

“I would never, sweetheart,” he whispers back.

You stare up at him, eyes welling with tears. You shift uncomfortably in his arms, overwhelmed by the urge to suddenly run from the room. 

“Hey.” Eddie gently pats your cheek, growing alarmed at how upset you look, but nonetheless staying calm for your sake. “Talk to me, angel.” He sits upright in bed, pulling you with him, so your tangled limbs are all gathered into his lap. He rocks you ever so slightly side to side, and curls one hand around the back of your neck so he can bring your forehead to his. “What’s got you all worked up?”

You don't want to tell him anymore, but you’re unable to hide from him like this. Your lip quivers uncontrollably. “Do you…do you think I’m pretty?” The words are wispy, barely there.

You might as well have taken a knife to Eddie’s heart. Shock flickers across his face before sinking into unbelievable sadness. He crushes you to him. “Of course I do. I think you’re so pretty, baby. I think you’re beautiful.” The words become muffled as he buries his face in the crook between your shoulder and neck. “Most beautiful girl in the world.” 

That does it.

Fat tears spill over your bottom lashes, and you hug him back as hard as you can. 

Eddie caresses and kisses every part of you he can reach. “Why’d you ask me that, huh? Did I do something to make you feel like you aren’t?” Every part of him aches at the thought of making you feel undesirable, accident or not. 

You can only snuffle in reply at this point, too caught up in your tears to answer him coherently.

“Shhh,” he hushes you gently, rubbing your back. “Take a deep breath, baby. Try and relax for me, okay?”

He continues to coo sweet nothings in your ear while you let it all out, until you eventually come down from the crying jag. You slump against him, exhausted, waiting for the last few rogue sobs to finish wracking your body.

Eddie holds you all the while, and then tucks you away under his chin. 

His voice is soft like velvet. “What happened to my girl today?” He resumes the gentle swaying from before, hoping the motion will soothe you. “What’s making you feel like this?”

“O-overheard…s-some people t-today…” you manage to stutter out. 

Eddie’s jaw sets. Would you and he never escape the cruel judgment of others?

“They’re wrong,” he says firmly. “Don’t listen to them. Just listen to me, yeah?”

He jostles you lightly in his lap when you don’t answer. “I said, yeah?” 

“Y-yes, Eddie.”

He softens again. “Good girl.” He dots a few more kisses onto your head. “You’re beautiful, sweetheart. I thought you were the second I saw you. And then you turned out to be beautiful on the inside, too. Lucky me, huh?” Another kiss. “My beautiful girl. You’re my angel.”

Your voice is still watery, almost inaudible. “Thank you.”

He gives you a tight squeeze, still speaking in dulcet tones. “I’m happy to tell you that, because it’s true. I’ll tell you all the time now.” Kiss. “I think you need some sleep, sweetheart. I promise you’ll feel better in the morning.”

He doesn’t let go of you for the entire night.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson hurt/comfort #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #sorry this is so sappy & gross i'm just in a mood ig #also sorry for using the term 'making love.' it was the only one that felt right #just really craving some soft sweet eddie rn 🥺

[hearts4hughes]

DATING JACK HUGHES WOULD CONSIST OF…

jack hughes x fem!reader | part 2

- cuddling and lots of it

- he usually prefers to be the big spoon, but when he wants to be comforted he’ll be the little spoon

- dates throughout ny and nj

- he loves taking you to secret spots and showing you his favorite places

- him being glued to your side at parties or bars

- he death stares any guy that looks at you too long

- his love language is physical touch

- his hand is always intertwined with yours or his arm touching your waist or thigh

- constantly buying you new jerseys or sweatshirts with his name plastered on the back

- you have a whole rack full of jerseys and he loves it

- playing games against each other and getting insanely competitive

- usually ends with someone getting the silent treatment

- his jaw clenching and muscles tensing when he’s jealous

- him getting mad at you and being seriously stubborn

- he’ll hold grudges out for the whole day, but will melt into your arms at night

- he actually can’t sleep without you

- on roadies he needs to take melatonin in order to sleep because he’s so used to being next to you

- the two of you spraying perfume and cologne all over each others clothes before roadies

- it helps you both feel closer together

- he loves spoiling you

- every chance he gets he’ll buy you expensive gifts

- you try to tell him he doesn’t need to spoil you this much but he ignores you

- he’ll never take off any bracelets you give him

- in the summer he’ll have bracelet tan lines

- his brothers teasing him because he’s so in love with you

- you even tease him sometimes (even though you share the same feelings)

- him always saying cheeky things to make you blush

- either it’s a slap on the ass or a cute remark, he loves watching you suddenly getting shy

#in the mood to write headcanons #nora rambles :0 #nora’s writings 💐 #jack hughes #new jersey devils #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes blurb #nora’s headcanons 💌

[lettersofalover]

-> spring break w/ paige | a mood board

#paige bueckers #paige bueckers fanfiction #paige bueckers fic #paige bueckers x oc #paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers social media au #paige bueckers blurb #paige bueckers smut #paige buckers mood board

[leviscolwill]

jude blurb — #1

ever since he was a kid, jude felt the urge to chew on his lip whenever he was anxious. before an important exam, a big match, or when he wanted to talk to the pretty girl in the back of his class. his mum scolded him whenever she caught the sight of him pulling the skin off his lips, but it was useless, the habit was already ingrained in him.

when you started dating him, you tried your best to make him stop as well, in vain. you told him off whenever you caught him, only to find him chewing on his bottom lip a couple of minutes later.

until this one day, you were sitting on your couch in your shared living room reading your book while jude was on his phone replying to an important email. you could tell he was overthinking his reply, his leg was bouncing up and down, his eyes were fixed on the ceiling and finally, his teeth were grazing his lips. you looked at him for a few seconds and smiled at his antics, as much as you hated this stupid habit of his, you couldn't help but find him adorable when his mind was racing. but then you thought of something, something that would finally put an end to jude's habit.

you put down your book and approached jude quietly before pressing a quick kiss on his lips, a kiss that definitely took him by surprise.

"what was that for ?" he asked you, giving his full attention to you.

"i'm sick of watching you ruin your pretty lips. so i'm trying something new..." you grabbed your book, and kept reading like you just did the most mundane thing ever, while jude was still looking at you surprised by the whole situation.

"stop torturing your mind with this email, you can always reply later." you dropped your book to your thighs once again and let one of your hands wander to his face, slowly tracing his cheekbones, his jaw, and finally his lips.

jude didn't reply, simply answering your loving gesture with a kiss on your forehead letting you read the end of your chapter.

needless to say, jude got used to your newfound method after a while, sometimes biting his lip just to get a kiss from you when you were too busy to give him your full attention.

#idk how to feel abt this format #i'm in a fluffy mood #soooo you'll get this #before i get to my reqs #(biggest joke of all time) #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham #jude bellingham fluff #football blurb #football one shot #football fanfic #footballer imagine #football imagine #football x reader #football fluff

[wwerhea]

A FLOWER BORN IN HEAT.

pairing. rhea ripley x fem!reader

synopsis. rhea fucks you.

tags. this is literally just smut. dom!rhea. sub!reader. blurb vibes. wlw.

warnings. eighteen plus — sexual content, penetration (strap use), dirty talk, mommy kink.

“God, you’re such a good girl for me. Aren’t you, baby?” Rhea purred clearly content with the view. It was all she needed all fucking week. The sweet honey located between your thighs. She dreamed of it. Having to fuck herself with the vibrator you gifted her but, at the end of it, she was only whining for you. 

Now, she finally was where she was dying to be. Strong hands gripped your hips, nails digging into the delicate skin. “You’re being so loud tonight, babygirl. Did you miss Mami?” 

The only thing you could offer was soft yes, unable to utter anything else. Her pace was ruthless, fucking into you, the strap she wore filled you to the hilt. 

“This pussy is mine. Isn’t it, babygirl?” Rhea laughed cynically as you whined. 

Moving a free hand, she pressed on your lower back, face buried in the silk sheets as she fucked you within an inch of your life. 

“It’s all yours, forever baby.” You admitted freely, only stating what was true. There was no one else you’d ever want to be with again. You weren’t even sure if she could hear you, face flush against the pillow. 

She fucking loved it. Knowing you were hers, knowing you needed her — begging for her. The possessiveness in her took over, pulling you up as your back rested against her chest. Playing with your nipples as she fucked up into you. 

Rhea’s lips found purchase on your neck, nipping at your sweet spot as you rested your head against her shoulder. “Rhea, I’m so close. God.” 

“God can’t save you now, only Mami can.” She brought her thumb until it rested on your bottom lip and instructed you, “Suck, baby girl.” 

Willingly accepting the invitation, your tongue swirled around her thumb before letting off with a pop. She found purchase on your clit as her pace settled into a brutal pace. 

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Mami’s good, little slut. Taking my cock, splitting this sweet pussy, giving to you just like you like it.” You felt her breath kiss your neck as she whispered in your ear, bringing you closer to where you craved to be. 

“Mami knows just how to take care of you. Pretty baby like you just needs a strong Mami. Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?” Her pace was more than you could take, but she gave it to you anyway. 

Hard and fast, her thumb playing your clit like a fiddle — one she knew every tune to. She needs to feel your body convulse against her, the soft cries of Rhea she knew would slip out. Once she’d punish you for later. 

“Shit — yes Rhea — shit, shit, shit. Mami, I-I’m coming, fuuuck.” 

Her strong arms kept you up as your body threatened to fall over. The blinding pleasure shot up your spine and straight to your core as Rhea eased you through it. Filthy, pure hot shots of your cum soaked the dildo as she continued to fuck you through it. 

“Yeah, that’s it, baby girl. Give it all to me.” She wished she could feel the pulse of your pussy, how it clenched around the dildo. She knew it did. 

She slapped your ass, wanting to hear you whimper once more, and it was like you were on autopilot. 

“Rhea, please.” A small squeak you managed to release, until she was setting her pace again. As if she knew what your body craved, regardless of how spent you felt. 

“Let’s see how many times Mami can make you come tonight, baby girl.” She laughed before letting you go, and you were once again face first into the silk at your lover’s mercy.

#no other explanation than i was in a mood to write smut #a peace offering until i’m finished with the fic i’m writing bc she’s getting a bit longer than i was expecting 🫣 #rhea ripley #rhea ripley x fem!reader #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley x female reader #wwe judgement day #judgement day fic #rhea ripley fanfiction #rhea ripley blurb #rayne writes

[mangoposts]

Let the light in

C.S

The light shining in from the sun through the slight gap in Chris’ blackout curtains falls directly atop of my closed eyelids, i lift my head up from his comfortable pillow to turn my body around and face the darker, less blinding side of the room when i feel my body being slightly pinned down to stay in my current position, thanks to Chris’ body weight being almost directly on top of mine. With laying on my stomach, it seems Chris took advantage of my position sometime during the night since his head was laying on my shoulder blade and his right arm was swung limply on top of my back with his other arm being wedged beneath my rib and the bed. I’d even felt his leg curled up on top of my own. Once again, completely trapping me into this position. Chris had always taken comfort in wrapping our limbs together and being as close as humanly possible every night before bed and struggled with sleeping alone without it, so this wasn’t a rare occurrence in our routine.

I let out a groan softly as I can’t even move my head from the light poking me in the eyes since Chris’ head was laying too close to mine and I didn’t want to disturb him, i gave up before even trying and pressed my face further into the plush material of his pillow, blocking the sun by burying myself which seemed to have worked great seeing as it resulted in me falling back to sleep for awhile. that is, until i woke up a second time with the need to pee. Groaning even louder this time since Chris has kept his comfort in the same position even after i’d fallen asleep for another hour. My back was beginning to cramp and my bladder was about to explode if i didn’t roll over onto my back at the very next second.

“Chris,” I grumble, my voice coming out softer than i’d wanted it to be since i’d only woken up seconds ago. So i repeat myself louder this time and attempt to move my body as much as possible.

“Bro, please. Move” I realize that I’m talking to myself at this point and slightly whine as my need to pee only grows. With Chris head laying on me, and his arms and legs wrapped around my body, I realize there’s no gentle way of wiggling out from under his body weight. So i grab the wrist of his hand laying over me and drop it once it’s off my back, and i go to lift my upper body up causing Chris’ head to fall back onto his pillows. To my surprise, he doesn’t wake up abruptly but rather slowly as his eyes flutter open and he immediately squints them again noticing the sunlight shining through. I untangle myself further and make my way into his bathroom, sighing deeply in relief once i realize i could pee in peace.

When i return, Chris is in his same position just with his phone in hand and i sit next to him with my back against the headboard while he lays down.

He puts his phone down next to him upon noticing my arrival and lays his head onto my thigh, once again wrapping his arms under and over my leg as he snuggles into my lap like a body pillow. Closing his eyes once again and falling back to sleep without a single word.

I sigh again, knowing i’m back in the same position i was in before. Not wanting to disturb him again I let my hand find it’s way into his messy hair, my nails lightly scratching his scalp as soft snores pass his lips. I smile looking down at him. My hair is now knotted from him constantly laying in it and my back is severely broken but, at least I don’t have to pee anymore.

“Sleep well baby.”

#Been in a soft blurb mood #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #blurb #Spotify

[thevirtualvalentine]

content warnings: bondage (on your wrists), condescending!law, fem!afab!reader, drabble on how I picture law brat taming, vitiligo law so real and canon, dacryphillia if you squint.

“How long are you gonna keep up the act, doll. It’s not hard to apologize.” Law’s currently pissed off at you for misbehaving today and is showing it in how he fucks you like he hates you. “Just two simple words,” he says in that condescending deep voice of his with cold eyes that berate your every move.

Your wrists are bound together to the bed post, of course fashioned to his liking. Dick in hand as he reduces you to a blubbering mess, easing in and out of your greedy hole with how wet you are for him. “You know you wanna sweetheart, use yer words.” His smirk betrays that indignant tone, so does the way he huffs when you squeeze his head in your damp walls.

“Please Law m’sorry.” He’s edging his tip around your slit as he plays with you.

Sadistic bastard, “sorry for?” Pulling away entirely as he pumps his fat length in front of you, too far to reach but close enough to watch. It makes your mouth water; dark skin with splotches of white here and there across his abdomen, a delicious happy trail, and a heavy cock that you wish would wreck your insides already.

“Annoyin’ you t-today,” he slides in halfway as you’re talking, wanting to hear the way his dick makes you fumble over your words, it’s all about control with him.

“And? You sure that’s all.” He couldn’t care to look at you, instead fixated on where you meet. Lower lips clinging to his shaft as he glides inside, filling you to the brim. He thinks your pussy looks prettiest stuffed with him.

“Mhm hm,” you cry, tugging your plush bottom lip between your teeth as he places a hand across your lower stomach, almost covering it with a single appendage. Death written across his knuckles as he presses down, lessening the space in your already tight cunny.

“You’re not that dumb, are you?” Dragging his length out of you, dissatisfied with your answer. “What happened to my smart girl? Huh?” Law fucks you with only his tip, letting it stretch your first ring of muscle while you strain against his confinements.

“Poor baby, just want some dick don’tcha,” he wipes the defeated tears that spill down your face with his thumb, rolling his pelvis into you at a begrudging pace. He’s savoring every sound, cry, and reaction from you. Storing it in his brain for when he’s sadly away from you.

“I know, I know, stop your cryin’. I’ll fuck you right baby, just gotta learn your lesson first.”

#erm I typed this up super quick srry it’s NOT proofread #law #law smut #law x reader #law x y/n #law x you #one piece x reader #one piece smut #one piece thirsts #he’s so hot sometimes #like I have to be in a certain mood #couldn’t come up w a concept so it’s just a blurb

[beelmons]

But who is he to you? (Spencer Reid)

Spencer, who opens the door for you whenever you are holding too many coffee trays to give to your coworkers.

Spencer, who holds the gates of the elevator open, no matter if you're still too far from it, just so he can share the ride up with you.

Spencer, who didn't believe in love at first sight until you crossed his path. Until he was having the worst day of his life and heard the faint echo of your laughter, which like a healing balm nurtured his soul back to health.

Spencer, who writes in vivid detail about every feeling you make him emote, every sensation he never thought he'd experience in his life. Who questions himself, time and again, how something so beautiful can even exist, how something so nonsensical such as unyielding devotion suddenly made so much sense to him.

Spencer, who hopelessly sighs whenever he sees you talk and joke around with your coworkers, who stands from afar to contemplate your joy and hopes that, one day, he can be the source of such melodic tune as it is your laugh.

Spencer, who dreams of a life where he can satisfy your every whim, where your gentle touch raises him back to his feet after he willingly kneeled before you, where his soul unites with yours in such a way every love poem is put to shame. Who would trade the rest of his life for a minute in your arms.

Spencer, the guy who you appeared to randomly bump into everywhere you go at the FBI building. That one of your friends, named Penelope, had mentioned worked with her at the BAU, a different department from the one you worked in. Whose name you, without intention to do so, seemed to forget every time you saw him.

Spencer, who was nothing more but the nice stranger that always seemed to light up your day with gestures of kindness. The type you never forget, but also never think about again.

Spencer, who could gather the courage to face a dangerous murderer without protection or weapon, but could never be brave enough to ask for your number, let alone ask you on a date.

Spencer, the tragic suitor that was meant to adore you from afar, consequence of his cowardly demeanor when it came to love, consumed by the fear of letting you down.

Spencer, who knew you would never choose him, because he was never an option.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #spencer reid x you #criminal minds blurb #blurb: spencer #blurb: mine #blurb: angst #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction #reid x reader #i am in the mood for pain :D

[hungharrington]

personally i firmly believe that steve would indeed beg you to let him taste you!! im talking pouting and pleading!

(hope ur so so well and things are going good for you!)

autumn your personal belief is actually law

like, he'd never do it to make you uncomfortable because that is the last thing steve wants but at a certain point, he figures out that it's not because you're uncomfortable that you won't let him go down on you, it's that you're nervous. cue the begging, pleading, pouting 🥺 this is where he turns up the charm, works you up in his lap with kisses all over, gets your heart running fast and juices flowing, then asks again - but this time, steve's prepared for the hesitant expression and then it's all please honey, please, i gotta taste you, i know my girl's gonna taste so good, yeah? murmured into your neck, scatterings of kisses between his sentences and then steve looks up at you, those fucking puppy dog eyes and pouts, please? sweetheart, m'going crazy here and he'll rock you down in his lap just to prove it, prove that he's hard over the thought of getting his mouth between your thighs, do i need to beg? i'll get on my knees f'you honey, please just let me make you feel so good and y'know what? when he shifts you off his lap and sinks down beside the bed onto his knees, his gaze up at you nearly reverent, eyes betraying his mix of awe and hungry lust - the sight of him on his knees is more than enough to talk you around to the idea

(i hope you're well too!!! sorry for the word vom on your ask hehe <3 i hope things are slay your side of the tracks!)

#what is this? who knows #im in 'he was called king steve for his head' kind of mood #fave headcanon ^ #blurbs #steve harrington #jay writes #steve smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut

[xskyll]

Momo wasn’t proud.

This is the second time I’ve done Gravitation crossover stuff with these lads, lmao. Gravitation played a pivotal role in my adolescent development, what can I say? In this AU, Shouto isn’t an actual asshole, like Yuki, but an accidental asshole.

I’m not 100% on who Izuku’s bandmates are. Either Jirou and Bakugou or Jirou and Shinshou, I think.

#skylldraws #I’m not going to do a full thing of this #But maybe little blurbs if I’m in the mood #I’d like to draw Nittle Grasper and ASK #Nittle Grasper is Mirio Tamaki and Nejire #ASK is Dabi Toga and Shigaraki #Iida is Bad Luck’s manager ofc #tododeku #tddk #tddk fanart #gravitation #bnha #bnha au #tddk au #Tddk comic #Tododeku comic #Todoizu #tdiz #shouto x izuku #todoroki x deku #todoroki x midoriya #izushou

[aestheticaltcow]

Baby's First Easter

Easter at the Berzattos was like any other holiday, something Carmy avoided at all costs. When the two of you got together, and you took him to your parent's house, he grew an appreciation for the day after seeing your nieces and nephews run around finding eggs in the most obscure places. When your sister asked him to take a picture of her and her husband with the kids in their coordinating outfits, he couldn't help but picture the two of you doing the same thing one day.

When that day finally came, and it was your baby's first Easter, Carmy went all out trying to capture the magic he'd experienced the first time he'd gone to your parents' house. It would be an understatement to say it was the most precious thing in the universe. Matching outfits, a very heavily themed brunch, and his found family; what more could you ask for?

#carmen berzatto #the bear #carmen berzatto imagine #carmy berzatto #carmy the bear #carmen berzatto one shot #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto imagine #carmy berzatto fluff #carmen berzatto fluff #carmen berzatto fanfiction #carmy berzatto mood board #the bear mood board #carmy berzatto blurb