#very normal about his slutty waist

[steveshairychest]

I'm going to say every swear word

#i am normal #very normal about his slutty waist #HIS HAIR #HIM #JUST HIM #stranger things #joseph quinn

[screampied]

i have an idea :]

ok so i always see people asking for gentle/needy/desperate choso. and i love it, but…

what about unassumingly ruthless choso? reader doesn’t know what she’s getting into? reader is cocky and gets humbled FAST? idk i just…

👉👈

❤︎ ໋𓈒 choso who puts his cute bratty gf in her place

warnings. fem! reader, attempted brat taming, doggystyle, big dick choso, unprotected.

you’ve always been one to push his buttons, mainly because he always made it so easy.

choso was as intimidating as a kitten, whenever you’d tease him he’d always keep composure or restrain himself.

briefly smiling nervously, kissing your wrist and telling you to be a good girl and wait until you each return home.

but one day, he kind of just snaps…

he takes you home from shopping nearly all day with you, and you were enthusiastically ecstatic. you wondered what he’d do this time, but your thoughts were no match for what he had initially planned. to put it brief, choso had you laid on the bed on all fours. he’s drilling ruthlessly into your pussy and you’re just…speechless. choso’s so handsy, every few seconds he’d spank your ass to hear you whine out his name—in such two slutty syllables.

“c-choso..” you’d moan, the left side of your cheek attached practically to the silk bed sheets as if it was velcro.

“shh, no talkin, princess,” he grunts, and you could hear the slight whine picking up his voice before he stops himself. “i-i have to be more stern with you it seems. can’t always be so nice, gotta humble you just a little bit, fuck.”

if it was a word to perfectly describe you right now, at this particular moment…it would for sure be…dumbfounded.

you couldn’t see yourself but you’d bet money you looked stupid.

choso’s dick was so lengthy, appetizing and hitting every spot with just the tiniest amount of pressures his thrusts had you gnawing on the inside of your cheek with your toes curling tightly.

“what’s the matter? no more attitude?” he huffs, tilting his head to move some remaining strands that were starting to occlude his vision.

“i-if you’re gonna be rough, at least go h—”

“…oh, baby, you’re jus’ asking for it by this point.” he murmurs, wiping his forehead with the back of his palm.

your eyes rolls at feeling the very tips the curve of choso’s cock kiss against your folds. so deep, his thrusts were sloppy. purely responsible for the squelched that continuously sang throughout the room.

choso grabs onto both of your waist, and you moan once he’s just dragging your hips back and forth against him, making sure you feel every thick inch of his.

“do me a favor ‘n arch your back more,” immensely, you do—your body responds to choso with such a quickness it was simply humiliating. “good girl….now,” and you barely recognize choso’s voice. usually it’s so sweet and tender, now it was rough and a bit husky, a rasp hidden underneath each sentence he spoke.

needless to say, you found this version of choso to be quite hot.

“wait,” he pauses, pausing the mood with his own cute stammer in his voice, back to normal. “not goin' to rough, am i? i want you to be comfortable and-”

“baby, ‘m fine. keep fucking me please.” you pleaded, feeling his hips stutter as he was in the middle of talking. even trying to keep up a act, he still wanted to make sure you were okay—choso simpers to himself, caressing your ass before spanking it yet another time.

“okay okay,” he hums. his hips pick up again and you’re basically being pounded into the bed. the grip he had on your hips wasn’t too rough but just the perfect amount.

choso’s breathing starts to pick up, and he enjoys the view of you more than he thought he would. his head goes back, along with his let down hair before he pivots his hips a certain way. your pussy clamped down against him and you hear his jaw clench in pleasure. “…shit.”

your legs quavered beneath him, and he then used a hand to bring both of your wrists behind your back. “j-just like that choso, please, please.”

“baby, you’re not supposed to be praising me,” he pouts, and you giggle before moaning again — a sudden moment occurs where you thickly swallow, only to continue your sweet whimpers. “this was s-supposed to be a punishment.”

“so punish me then.” you mewled, your cunt easily hugs him like a vice, the noise it makes, a wet pop and you’re just soaked. choso’s ears grows hot from the feeling and he knows you can feel it too.

he sighs, shoving you further into the bed. “you’re something else.” and his voice grows low and pitched again—yet choso does the unexpected. he leans right into you, and you instantaneously feel the heel of his foot press against the very back of your head.

he wore socks, the soft padded wool brushes against your neck, and he’s roughly driving into your pussy now to where you can’t even saying anything.

all that came out of your dumb mouth was a squeal, this angle…

“let me have you,” he grunts, balls deep, his base was thick and repeatedly thwacked against your entrance. you were dizzy…drunk, but not that kind of drunk. the good kind where all you could think about was how good you were getting stuffed by your boyfriend’s hefty cock. “yeah, just lie down and let me—fuck.”

you’re panting, and it felt so good.

choso was always used to being gentle and tender with you, although if you wanted him to be a little rougher, he was more than happy to oblige.

“i-i’m gonna cum, choso… gonna make me cum.”

“don’t think you deserve it, he utters, and your lips part, jaw dropping, plethora of sweetened moans only escaping as a subtle response. “you’ve been teasing me all day. even started to stroke me in the dressing room.”

“s-sorry.” you moaned.

choso remains with his foot near the back of your head before pursing his eyebrows together. “you’re not sorry are you, baby? be honest.”

“n—no,” you whined, the thickness of his shaft twitching inside of you felt so heavenly. you could have sworn you felt a vein that ran down his length pulse inside of your tight cunt. “you’re right, you’re right, ‘m not s-sorry.”

he chuckles. “you could have just lied, you know?”

choso’s angle and thrusts against you were so pivotal inside you, so astonishingly deep that not even moments later you end up cumming hard. leaving a ring around his base. your breathing was irregular and heavy, eyes half-lidded and just convulsing underneath him.

“messy girl,” he whispers, pulling out, not even caring that he didn’t finish, all that matters was that you did. choso turns you over before planting a kiss on your lips—you pull him in for another, and another, before you make him trample onto you. “did you learn your lesson?”

“no,” you moaned, sitting up before lightly shoving him down on his back, straddling his lap now. “i want more.”

choso smirks, sliding a hand down your waist, fully disregarding his flustered face at seeing you attempt to take control. “of course you do, brat.”

#★vegasbaby. #choso x reader #choso kamo smut #choso smut #choso kamo x reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujustsu kaisen x reader #anime smut #female reader

[bleach-your-panties]

OH BET! For the smut prompt game and because of reasons, what about Amajiki and “We’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still horny?!”

Thank you for this request, anon-chan!

Prompts here and here. 18+ MDNI.

A shiver ran through your overstimulated body at the feeling of Tamaki’s sharp nose poking at your jugular.

His arms held a tight grip around your waist while his canines grazed over your collarbones.

Your sweat-slickened bodies were so close together, warm and sticky from your multiple combined orgasms.

Pussy spasming around his long, slender cock that was still shoved deep inside of you, already hardening again just from tasting your flesh against his hungry tongue.

“T-Tama..babe..” You tried to wedge yourself out of his hold, but Tamaki was having none of that. He only gripped you tighter and began bouncing you along his cock once again.

You threw your head back against his shoulder with a loud moan and fisted a thick clump of his dark blue locks in your hand.

That only made him whimper and moan louder than you had. He loved when you were rough with him.

One muscular arm loosened from your waist only for two slender fingers to slide down your belly towards your pulsating button.

“So wet for me, bunny. You're such a good, slutty girl. Cumming over my cock and fingers so many times, making a mess of our bed.” 

He circled those expert fingers around your clit in a face-paced circle motion while thrusting harder, making your thighs slap against his. It was so loud, hot, and downright erotic.

“Oh, Tamaki, fuck!” 

He angled his dick right against your spot and before you knew it you were gushing over him again, your eyes seeing nothing but a blanket of black as you slumped down against his chest.

His dick slipped out of your hole and plopped against your thigh with a wet squilch. Tamaki had been stuffing you full for the past two hours at the very least. You didn't even know how you were still conscious at this point.

“Tama…we’ve been at it like rabbits! How are you still horny?!” 

The indigo-eyed male’s cheeks flushed crimson along with the rest of his normally pale, milky skin. 

In apology, he began peppering soft, wet pecks across the expanse of your neck and shoulders.

“P-probably because of the rabbit meat s-stew that you made for dinner…” 

Your pupils blew wide at the realization.

“Oh…oh…You're right…”

#ask box open #tamaki amajiki smut #tamaki x reader smut #tamaki amajiki x reader #tamaki amajiki x reader smut #tamaki amajiki #mha tamaki #bnha tamaki #suneater #amajiki smut #amajiki x reader smut #pro hero tamaki amajiki #💗💗🍡°anon-chan #💗💗🍡°ask box #💗💗🍡°valued customers #💗💗🍡°requests #i am fed #thank you for this

[mistywaves98]

Hi meena! This is my first time requesting so pls lmk if I didnt meet your request standard/ I need to fix smt from my req 🫶🏻

I think I'd just like to request wanderer x fem reader and the kinks wanderer has!

My bad if this gets kinda self indulgent..

✧･ﾟ:* ->Wanderer's Kinks!

✧･ﾟ:* ->¡Warnings!: NSFW, Degrading, Fingering, Riding, Dom! Character, Sub! Reader!, Biting, Hair Pulling, Oral (f. receiving)!

✧･ﾟ:* ->Smut written by a minor!

>Degradation

Wanderer just adores the way you clench around his cock whenever he whispers phrases and names of belittlement into your ears, topped with the slightest praise. That mixed with the combination of hushed curses and grunts or moans was just so hot. It always made you squirt for him, and he doesn't hesitate to make fun of you for it too. Though if you ever thought he went too far with the degrading, he'll try to tone it down a bit even if it's a bit difficult for him considering his normally sharp-tongued personality.

"Fuck— ... You masochistic bitch. You like it when I call you my pretty little slut, don't ya?.. Shit, just when I thought your whorish pussy couldn't get any fucking tighter.. God— keep squeezing me like that, pretty thing. I want to see your slutty cunt cum hard around my cock."

>Fingering

He isn't stupid. He's seen the way you practically drool over his hands, or more specifically, those perfect fucking fingers. Wanderer would be lying if he said he didn't take pride in seeing his slender fingers pump in and out of your pussy. His favourite thing to do when fingering you is having you face the mirror as you sit on his lap, back against his chest. That way, you can get a clear view of his fingers moving in and out of your walls.

"What did I tell you about looking away, hm? If you look away one more time, you're not getting to orgasm tonight." Wanderer's free hand came to grab your face, squeezing your cheeks so that your lips are puckered. He forces your head in the direction of the mirror, where you see his long middle and ring finger knuckle deep in your pussy, thrusting in and out at an even pace. Lewd squelches filled the room along with your moans, making him smirk,"See that? See how your greedy cunt sucks in my fingers so eagerly? I know you're on the verge of cumming, so do it. Cum for me."

>Riding

Wanderer absolutely adores the sight of you bouncing on his cock, hands gripping his shoulders tightly for leverage. It's so much fun to see you moaning and crying like a sweet little submissive for him even when you're on top, desperately trying to reach your high. He almost feels bad for just laying back with a sadistic grin on his face, letting you do all the work. But the way your breasts move up and down is so irresistible, he can never stop himself from reaching his hand up to toy with one of them, as his mouth engulfs the other.

His hand comes up to grab your waist as his lips wrap around your right nipple, his other hand reaching up to toy with the other. You gasp when you feel him give it a hard pinch, causing the bud to become slightly swollen. "You look so cute moaning like a whore for me. Can't get enough of my cock penetrating your tight little pussy, can ya?" Suddenly, he pulls his mouth away from your breast and the hand playing with your left nipple goes down to grasp your hips as he begins to bounce you on his cock himself. Sweet mewls of his name fall from your parted lips with every thrust as you feel your climax rapidly approaching.

>Biting/Marking

He is a very possessive person and doesn't appreciate the idea of someone trying to take what's his. So what better way to deter them than showing that you're taken? Your body is like his personal canvas, hickeys are everywhere, especially on your inner thighs and neck. If the marks ever show any sign of fading, he'll be very quick to pounce on you and ensure that your neck is all colours of the rainbow by the time he's done.

Wanderer's teeth sink into the soft flesh of a faded bite mark in a vampiric fashion, the slight pinch of his unnaturally sharp canines not really doing much to lessen the effect. His arms wrap around you from behind, one around your stomach and the other delicately tracing the purplish skin,"These marks are getting to light for my liking. Let's fix that, shall we?" He begins to suck on the fold of skin in his mouth, his teeth simultaneously chewing and nibbling on the flesh slightly till it turns a deep purple mixed with dashes of red,"That's better, now let's move onto the other spots..."

>Hair Pulling

This could go either way, he loves having his hair pulled as much as he likes pulling yours. if you ever have your hair done up in a ponytail, prepare to be feeling a lot of random tugging throughout the day. He loves using your hair as a way to tilt your head in whatever direction he wants you to face. Like pulling it back to tilt it up so your neck is exposed, or to pull your face out of the pillows while he's taking you from behind. When receiving, he adores the way your fingers entangle themselves in his indigo locks whenever he's eating you out, desperately begging him for more.

You lay back on the bed, thighs spread apart as Wanderer practically smothers his face with your pussy. His hands move up to your hips to hold you in place as his sharp eyes glance up to meet your squinted ones,"Stay still." A moan falls from your lips in response as he begins to suck on your throbbing clit, making you throw your head back in bliss. Your hands find their way to the back of his head, fingers carding through his locks before grasping them and attempting to pull him closer. This elicits a pleased groan from him, which vibrates against your clit and makes your toes curl in. "Fuck...pull on my hair like that again and I'll make sure to ravage this greedy pussy—"

#genshin smut #smut #x reader smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader smut #✧･ﾟ:* meena's memos! ✧･ﾟ:* #scaramouche x reader smut #scara x reader smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche smut #scara smut

[4ngel-inc]

CHUUYA NAKAHARA W/ A TALLER GIRLFRIEND — "𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣𝔣 𝔫𝔬𝔴" ୧ ‧₊˚

notes: this is a niche post ok no one judge me—i wrote it for me hehehehe (we all needed this post tho ngl). 1.3k words.

warnings: mdni. fem reader, teasing chuuya (lovingly) about his height but also being worried your own height may bother him, an angry chuuya, he's mad while fingering you, playful teasing.

𝟒:𝟓𝟒 𝐏.𝐌.

"oooh-taking your gloves off? you gonna tickle me to death?" despite the way your pretty lashes fluttered against your warm cheeks as you giggled, chuuya wasn't amused—not in the slightest.

you were sprawled out on your shared bed, relaxing on your back with your hair touseled over the pillow a bit, a few little strands stuck to your lips. he knew you well enough to know you were only looking for attention—you always brought out that little sarcastic side when you were feeling needy for him.

he knew he'd been ignoring you lately—but it wasn't on purpose. there was simply too much work piling up on his desk—too much shit to think about. it was the busiest time of the year for the port mafia, and though he enjoyed his job, he was feeling worn out. even arahabaki itself couldn't sustain him when he worked long days like this.

however, the way you eye-fucked him as he sipped on his favorite red wine, the expensive bottle resting at its usual place on the bedside table, had him thinking maybe he'd play your game for a while, if it meant getting what he wanted in the end.

he wanted you on your knees, begging for forgiveness at your sly little comment. isn't it true that shorter guys are usually less successful in business? i'm so glad that never held you back, baby.

he set the glass on the bedside table next to his gloves with a clink before approaching you at the bed, not climbing on top of you like you clearly expected, you arms making little grabby motions as he came closer—his face was completely neutral, despite your sweet, flirty smile, almost as though he didn't hear your comment at all.

chuuya was fully aware you liked seeing him angry—he teased you about it often. you just wanted to get me riled up, is that it? want some attention, baby? i don't think that's very funny. normally he brushed off your little comments—making his own in return and poking fun at you as well, but today, he simply wasn't in the mood.

it was his day off, he just wanted to fuck you, wanted you to help him relax—was that too much to ask from his sweet girl?

it had been difficult to focus on the words you were saying previously with how kissable you looked in that moment, soft lips and pretty eyes staring back at him like he held your whole world in his hands—he could never resist you. you were his greatest weakness, he'd accepted it long ago.

however, as soon as you made that comment, something darkened in his eyes.

"that's right, baby. the gloves are coming off—you wanted to see me like this, anyways, didn't you?"

only silence filled the room as he finished off his glass of wine, letting the red liquid slide down his throat with a single swallow.

chuuya's personality always seemed to change when he took his gloves off, and after almost a year together, he'd still never actually told you how the being inside him works—he'd only told you the gloves helped him stay in control, that they made him feel more human.

"i know why you're doing this, anyways." he sighed before rolling his eyes, leaning over your body and pressing his lips to yours—a sweet, soft kiss.

"oh? and why is that?" you pressed your lips to his again, surely tasting the lingering wine on his lips—clearly craving more as your hands slipped under his shirt to squeeze at his waist, pulling him closer to you.

"because my anger gets that little cunt wet, doesn't it? makes my slutty little girlfriend wanna fuck my brains out, yeah?"

you squirmed under his touch as his fingers trailed down your body, stopping when he felt the dampness of your pussy through your panties, rubbing soft circles over your clit.

𝟓:𝟎𝟖 𝐏.𝐌.

"hm, you want a boyfriend a little taller than you, that it, baby?"

chuuya was working you open with his fingers—words punctuated by the way he curled them inside you, making you arch your back as your head hung off the edge of the bed, tits bouncing with each harsh thrust of his fingers. his eyes were drawn to the light sheen of sweat covering your skin. you were just so damn beautiful—always so responsive to his touch.

"remember last night, when you came all over my fingers twice? told me i had the prettiest fingers you've ever seen, yeah? that a lie?"

chuuya knew well how his presence affected you—always catching you stealing glances at him when you thought he wasn't looking. you looked at him like he hung the moon with his own hands, and he knew you didn't mean your little sideways comments—but he was intent on punishing you nonetheless.

it was what you wanted, after all. your bratty comments always meant you wanted to be fucked—wanted to be the only thing on his mind for a while. if that's what you wanted, he'd surely give it to you.

"or maybe you wanna run back to those weak fucks you used to date—think they could fuck you better than me, yeah?"

"n-no, only y-you. . ."

his cock was hard and throbbing in his pants, delighted at the way you'd submitted to him entirely, so fucked out you couldn't form a proper sentence. he let his fingers slip out of you slowly, kissing your clit softly as he did, a wave of your slick following as you dripped onto the sheets.

he slapped your pussy with two fingers, harshly rubbing your clit with them afterward and making your thighs tremble.

"you want me to fuck this little cunt, yeah? fine, turn around for me baby—lemme see that pussy."

𝟕:𝟐𝟎 𝐏.𝐌.

"does it ever bother you that i'm taller than you?"

he laughed at that, "c'mon, seriously?" he'd assumed you were past the point of joking about this now.

"no, i'm serious, 'chu—sometimes i wonder if you don't like that about me." you stroked his cheek as he lay next to you, the soft gesture almost lulling him to sleep after fucking you so intensely—he was worn out from the entire week, only wanting to hide in bed with his favorite girl and sleep for a while.

he let himself sink further into your touch as his eyes drifted closed, voice soft and sleepy. "hmm- never bothered me once, princess. does it bother you?"

"no, not at all, i'm just. . . not very interesting—i guess it's not really about the height thing at all. i sometimes wonder if you'd be happier with someone more like you—someone special." your words sounded a bit more like a confession to yourself than to chuuya.

"that shit means nothing to me—i'm the strongest skill user in the port mafia and i'll beat the shit out of anyone who even looks at you wrong." he was more awake now, words seeming to defend you from some nonexistent threat he had imagined in his head at that moment.

he asssumed you were waiting for more reassurance, that your insecurities were still pulling you away from him, so he continued.

"wouldn't change anything about us—we're damn sure perfect for each other and you know i don't say shit like that often."

you buried your face in his side, reaching up to rest your hand in the curve of his neck—your favorite place, softly stroking the skin there.

"hmm, i agree. but if anyone's perfect here, it's you."

#— love notes: [chuuya] ୧ ‧ #bsd x reader #chuuya x reader #bsd fluff #bsd smut #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #chuuya x y/n #chuuya x you #chuuya smut

[bitchimasnake-sss]

monster trio x fem reader nsfw formal wear 👀 either way because i’m a sucker for a man in a suit and i know they would be on their knees for a dress

ayeee now that's what we are talking about!! (scurries like a rat to pinterest to find hot men in suit as inspo~)

"all dressed up, just for me" ft. the monster trio!

ft. luffy, zoro, sanji x fem!reader

set-up: hot men in suits; just no other thoughts

warnings: nsfw drabbles; nsfw stuff includes: penetration, dirty talk, them being just a little bit possessive if you squint; MDNI (thankyou very much)

luffy:

the way luffy would slay this is like unthinkable actually

- his hands are snaking around your waist, fingers digging harshly against the silk you were clad in - ignoring the man in front of you that you were chatting up, he leans in to whisper against the shell of your ear, "come with me, please" - you excuse the man, flashing him a polite smile and then luffy's dragging you by your wrist outside of the ball-room and into the corridor - "luffy-" you moan, words dissolving on the tip of your tongue as he's kissing and bruising the skin on your neck "somebody's gonna see" you whisper he flashes you a grin, "let them" "luffy" you push him away, "somebody's gonna see." - he groaned but nonetheless, he pulled away. then, pulling you by your wrist and walked into the nearest washroom - your back is against the cold wooden door and his fingers are hiking up your gown, letting it pool on your hip "so pretty" thats all he mumbles before he's kissing you again - his fingers pull your panties aside, the pad of his thumb rubbing the bundle of nerves - you moan into his touch, your hands pulling him closer and kissing him harder "luffy" you whimper at his calloused touches "look at you, all dressed up, just for me." he groans, fingers moving faster, "let me fuck you just like this" - fucked you with the dress on - you can never put that dress on again because luffy goes feral every single time. - rip u and ur dress

zoro:

you heard the man, he said he'd wear something black

- zoro was trying to have some self-restraint. - truly, he was trying. - if trying meant ogling you from across the room as he downed his third glass of whiskey and clenching his jaw whenever another guy's fingers lingered a little too long over your skin, then sure, he was trying - but enough was enough, that dude was getting a little too close and your smile was turning from a genuine one to an uncomfortable one - so, zoro's arm wraps around your waist, his lips pressing a chaste kiss to your neck he whispers, "do you want me to kill him?" and then he's pulling you away, sending the man in front of you a death-glare - you're pressed against the cold balcony wall, the night air painting goosebumps on your skin as zoro presses against you "nobody ever comes here" he reassures as he is bruising your skin "are you su-" he pulls you into a kiss, devouring you whole and shutting you up as his lips trace over yours - and now you are bent over the balcony, your dress bunched up at your hips; your hands are gripping the cool metal as his fingers lace up in your hair and pull you backwards. he slips in and out from behind, whispering dirty nothings in your ear "fu-ck yn" his voice is heavy, mixed with groans and low moans, "look at you, all dressed up just for me" "zoro ngh- shit fuc-" "shh" his finger drags your bottom lip as he drills into you harder, "somebody might hear us" - well, now you know his kryptonite - wear a dress and pray to god he doesn't tear it when he fucks you

sanji:

hold up, sanji with this slutty waistline i know you all hear me

- he's been pressed up against you all night, hissing insults as soon as other man got too close to you or smiled a bit too much with you or any other thing ever "sanji, you're being ridiculous come on" you whisper as you pull him aside, silently begging him to leave your side for like two minutes and act normal "i cannot help it, darling. look at you" he flashes you a handsome smile "sanji." "awh don't be mad," he leans in, tucking your hair behind your ear and whispering, "i can make it up to you" - and that's how you were stuffed inside a utility closet with sanji pressed up against you - your dress hung barely onto your skin as you chest was exposed and sanji fucked into your cunt, his hands holding you into place against the wall "san- sanji, fuck" "my love, all dressed up, just for me" he whispers as his fingers dig into the flesh of your hips, "takin' me so well, darlin-g" - yeah, he ended up accidentally ripping your dress - its fine tho, he bought you another and fucked you in it too

a/n: this was relatively short but oh my lord my brain isnt working im sorry 🙏🏼

#one piece #one piece smut #one piece x reader #zoro x reader #sanji x reader #luffy x reader #monster trio smut #monster trio #sanji smut #zoro smut #luffy smut #roronoa zoro smut #vinsmoke sanji smut #monkey d luffy #roronoa zoro x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #opla #op

[bb-eilish]

manipulative anakin

pairing; drunk!husband!anakin x wife!reader

warnings; coercion, anakin isn’t very nice, normal sex stuff, manipulation x 100.

a/n; from my headcannons about manipulative husband anakin, expect more!! this is 2 fics in one bc i needed to write his different moods!!

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You were tired, the couch you were on was becoming more and more inviting as your head falls to the arm of the furniture. Anakin was supposed to be home 3 hours ago, you couldn't possibly sleep while not knowing where he was.

The anger that simmered below the surface of your skin was growing bigger and bigger, so when he finally pushed open the door at 3:12 am, you were pissed off, tired, but still pissed off nonetheless.

"Anakin?" You sleepily call out, sitting up and eventually standing after rubbing your eyes. "You said you'd be back hours ago."

He doesn't bother kicking off his shoes before stepping towards you, swaying a little from the alcohol. His gaze is sinful in and of itself, they stare down at you and practically melt your insides. The anger in you dissipates the closer he gets.

"My poor little wife, worrying about me." He begins, reaching out to twirl a lock of your hair. "So sweet for me, aren't you?" Anakin abandons the strands of hair to cradle your jaw, caressing your cheek with his thumb. The sweet moment passes when his thumb drifts to your bottom lip, tracing the plumpness before pulling it down slightly. His own bottom lip is tucked under his front teeth as he stares at his thumb breaching your mouth. Your saliva clings to the digit and he pulls it out to spread the liquid obscenely over your lips and cheek.

You have half a mind to drop to your knees right then and there but you pull away and shake your head, wiping the spit from your face.

"You're drunk, you need to go to bed." The words are weak as they leave your lips, but you try and put on a serious demeanor. It falters the second his arm loops around your waist and pulls you into him. His chest and torso are hard when you make contact with them and it has you letting out a shaky breath.

"Anakin.." You start, soon interrupted by a harsh tug at your hair, his free hand has snaked its way up to the back of your head and gripped the strands tightly. The surprised whine that leaves you has him smirking slyly. Tilting your head up to properly look him in the eyes he speaks, "You know how much I love this slutty little dress on you, you knew this would happen, didn't you?"

The room feels as though it's devoid of air as you gulp. "No, I..it's been hot recently." You blush, neck beginning to ache at the way he's craning your head. The warmth that envelopes you both settles into your every pore and opening, everything is on fire. Especially when he tilts your head to the side so your cheek is facing him, he leans in and all you can smell is his musk and the Corellian whiskey that is his breath. His nose prods the skin that faces him, all the way down to your neck where he greedily and sloppily leaves open mouthed kisses.

"Ani, y-you need to...go to bed." The words are breathy and unconvincing, probably because your eyes are shut and your mind is already starting to become fuzzy. Your warm hands clutch the fabric of his shirt to stabilize yourself before you completely turn into a puddle on the spot.

His tantalizing lips trail softly to your shoulder and bite down on the strap of your sleep dress, pulling it down so it drifts down your arm and towards your elbow.

"We shouldn't, you're drunk." You try and reason, looking into his lidded, lust-blown, eyes.

Instead of answering you right away he lets your hair go and grips your hips, guiding you to lean against the arm of the couch before leaning in to capture your lips for the first time that night. He tastes just how he smells. The kiss has your knees weak and resolve cracking, he even kisses the corner of your mouth after he pulls away.

"My pretty, little wife, won't you do it for me?" He says as he leans his forehead against the side of your temple. "Your husband needs you, won't you help him?"

The last straw was when his hand hooks a finger into the already sagging fabric that covers your chest, and drags it down to expose one of your breasts. The cool air nips at the newly bared skin. As soon as lips make contact with your hardened nipple you're breaking.

"O-okay, I’ll help."

He grins against your breast and slides his hands down to your thighs, lifting you up easily and marching off to your bedroom.

Once there he drops you onto the mattress below and makes do at getting the thin material of your dress up and off.

“This was on purpose wasn’t it? Bet you sat on the couch and thought of me, thought of me getting my hands on you.”

Anakin has you sit on him and prove you’re worthy of getting his cock by grinding your soaking cunt up and down his shaft. He watches you greedily while smacking, pinching, and groping your skin to his will.

The skin of your ass and breasts are raw when he finally bends you over and pushes into you, doesn’t loosen you up first beforehand, he doesn’t see the point. His hips smack into your ass as he presses a hand to your throat, lifting your head up. Before he sucks the sweat from your skin messily.

“Was thinking about you, thinking about this, all night long. Couldn’t pay attention to a word my friends were saying.” His words are slurred but you were absolutely gone at that moment, his words and the feeling of his broad and muscular form completely shadowing your own figure brought you that much closer to the edge.

After he stuffs you full, his fingers descend and push the dripping liquid back in before patting your sore cunt appreciatively.

more forceful

The skin around your nails throb in pain as you bite and chew it, worry eats at you as you wait on the couch for your husband. Your husband who said he'd be back 3 hours ago. When the door finally opens your arms are crossed over your chest in frustration.

"Anakin, you said you'd be back 3 hours ago. What happened?" You ask as you stand up. Anakin already looks like he's had enough when he looks your way. His eyebrows are knitted together and his jaw clenches.

"You are my wife, not my Mother, I will stay out as long as I please." He pauses his slurred words as he walks forward to grip your jaw harshly. "You are nothing but a hole for me to fuck, to fill up with my cum whenever I so please. If i want to come home late I will, and all you're going to do about it is spread your legs and take what I give you, understood?"

His words shouldn't have gotten to you as much as they did, you should be upset, threatening to leave him, but instead you're nodding your head pliantly and yearning for the feel of his hands on you once more. He smirks deviously at your submission and moves his hand to grip your throat to bring you into a dizzying kiss. It's teethy and wet and maker does it have the wetness between your thighs burn for him brightly.

Your hands are soon pushing at his chest. "We shouldn't, you're drunk." He narrows his eyes in response and you feel like prey caught by a predator as he towers over you. He leans down to whisper into your awaiting ear.

"So if i tear your panties off right now and have a look for myself, you won't be soaking wet for me? You won't beg me to fill you up and fuck you full?” You flush and stumble over your words trying to come up with something to say, but it’s no use. How could you not beg him to do what he’s best at?

He grins smugly and tightens his hold on your throat, “That’s right, cuz your mine, my cum rag, my clock sleeve, my bitch, my little wife. Do you want me?” He says the last parts slowly and meaningfully.

You whine out at his words, eyes glazing over as you nod.

“Wait for me on our bed, and take this off before I meet you in there, got it?” He asks with an expectant look.

Minutes later he’s harshly groping you and pinching your nipples meanly, you cry out under him and pant out the hot air of the room. He’s been rutting his clothed hips right onto your clenching cunt, the crotch of the fabric now wet from a mixture of the both of you.

“Look at you, already dumb and needy. You look the best like this, crying and fucked out for me. Are you ready for me, baby? I know you want my cock.”

His harsh words aren’t anything less than painstakingly arousing and it’s clear when your clit throbs for him.

Sex with him when he’s like this was downright gross, disgusting in every meaning of the word. His hips meet yours in harsh and unforgiving thrusts as he spews crude and demeaning words.

“My wife has such a needy fucking pussy, always needs my cum to function, don’t you?” He pauses to raise a hand and smack you across the cheek hotly. “Doesn’t it?” He grits out the words from behind his clenched teeth.

At one point he spits in your mouth and some gets on your cheek so he spreads it around grossly with a cruel smile. The tears and sweat that collects on your skin is lapped up by this tongue, it’s clear he wants everything you’re able to give him.

When he cums he’s choking the life out of you, his grip around your throat ceases the air from filling up your lungs, you choke out some words and your vision even becomes fuzzy as you claw at his hands. Then he’s filling you up and letting up around your windpipe after a few milking thrusts.

“I don’t want to hear you complain again, and if I do i’ll be sure to fix your attitude accordingly.” He threatens before pulling out and collecting a mix of both your cum on his fingers, he stuffs the digits in your mouth and spreads the concoction across your skin.

#anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker x reader #star wars smut #star wars x reader #anakin smut #anakin x reader

[forsworned]

⠀⠀⠀˗ˏˋsexy stretching ft. johnny 'soap' mactavishˎˊ˗

꒰ঌa/n໒꒱ not my normal content but i told u guys i'd be doing whatever tf i want on this blog now, no longer putting limitations on what i feel like writing. enjoy for any fans of soap :) (edit: i went back and used a eng to scot slang traslator to make it a bit more accurate lmfaooo, so i hope that kinda helps)

꒰warning(s)heavily suggestive꒱

Trips to the gym on your days off were routine and habitual, nobody to join your sessions which was your own doing. It felt distracting to have a gym partner. if you needed to be spotted, you'd just ask the nearest soldier. Simple. No fuss, no muss. This time, however, Soap had decided that he wanted to yoke in on your excursion to the facility. 

"C'mon, ye never lemme join." He whined, as he paced behind you trying to match up to your quick stride. Always in a hurry, always with purpose.

You exhaled softly through your nostrils as you peered over at his sheepish grin and stopped in front of him. He looked absolutely mouth-watering in his white compression short sleeve tee that carved into every muscle of his body and hugged his delicious arms, his dark grey 5in shorts clung to his slutty waist that he paired with a matching set of compression shorts that peaked underneath. "I never let anyone join me."

"Sae, lemme be th' first." He beamed, adjusting the strap of his duffel bag on his shoulder. You could only roll your eyes as you silently agreed and he could honestly jump for joy at this point. There was no use in telling declining him because he wouldn't shut up about it until you did anyways. It wasn't that you couldn't say no to him, but something about the way he would flash you that cute grin, thick dark lashes that framed his cerulean eyes that didn't allow room for a 'no' from you. Some part of you felt like Johnny knew that. Using his charm and witty, suggestive comments to win you over. It wasn't hard, like, at all.

You dropped your duffel bag with an unceremious thud and began your stretches, Soap mimicking your every move. Another huff left your lips.

His dimples deepened as he chuckled. "What? We're s’pose t’be partners."

"Alright, jeez..." You ran a hand through your hair as you grabbed a mat and set it on the ground. "Make yourself useful and help me stretch my legs out then."

He eagerly agreed as he sat on the opposite side of you to begin your high kicker's stretch, spreading your legs in a 90 degree angle with your feet pressing against his. You quirked a brow at him with amusement at his less than 90 degree angle leg spread. "Is that as far as you can go?"

He scoffed. "Listen, ‘m not flexible lik' ye. Ye'r a lass."

"That's sexist."

"That's basic anatomy."

You gave him a wicked grin before using your foot to extend his stretch, which earned a very satisfying yelp from him. "Get flexible, Sergeant."

Regardless of the dirty look he shot you, he offered out both of his hands to begin your portion of the stretch and if you hadn't been so damn limber it would've definitely cost you some PT time.

"Damn, [name], y’r flexible as hell." Surprise and admiration in his tone as he reclined your form to the fullest extent. The tip of your nose reaching the mat. He felt like he was simulating a slinky. 

"I know." You rise up from your position as he relinquishes you to switch. "Your turn." You gave him the most sinister, spine-shudder inducing grin before clasping onto his hands and extending him beyond his own limits. His breath caught in his throat for a moment preparing himself for the most asshole-tearing, toe curling stretch of his life. He couldn't even make out a word. Just a single droplet of sweat hitting the mat that had sent you into a fit of laughter.

"…jesus pumpin' christ…[name]. I think ye might've torn me a new arsehole." He groaned, as he started to feel the burn.

"Well, these are the consequences of being my gym partner. Gotta get you right." A smug expression on your face as you observed sweat forming on the base of his neck, soaking the neckline of his Under Armor compression tee. 

He chuckled. "Dinnae git a' sly wi' me, [last name]."

"Or what? You're in quite a compromising position, Johnny." You emphasized his nickname in a taunting manner that made the grin on his face spread. 

"I'll show y’ a compromising position." He muttered under his breath.

"Say again?" 

He mumbled a 'nothin' that you mentally noted but didn't argue with. You were merciful enough to slowly let him out of the painful position you placed him in and a sigh of relief escaped his lips. You surveyed him behind your hydroflask as he reached for his hand towel and patted himself down. "Breakin' a sweat, already?"

He flashed you a mischevious grin. "You're gonnae sloch yer words, Sergeant."

You simply ignored his remark as you laid your back against the mat, his strong hands gently grasping at your ankle was only a ruse in comparison to the painstakingly slow, burning stretch that he was inflicting on you. It illicited a small yet entirely involuntarily breathy moan that passed your parted glossed lips with brows that furrowed in an almost all too lewd manner. He hadn't noticed that his crotch was positioned right at your middle and you felt his hardness press up against you. Tension seemed like it saturated the gym air even through the heavily ventaliation. You couldn't help but feel flustered as warmth spread not only to your cheeks but to your groin. As you attempted to sit up from your position, Johnny held you still. "Hips down, Sergeant."

Body rigid and eyes wide as he proudly knelt over you, towering over your form. Primal instincts were nearly about to take over as he admired the way you were beginning to break a sweat. His hands firm on your ankle as he shifted his bodyweight onto you once more, a small huff leaving your mouth not going unnoticed by his curious gaze. He peeked at you under heavy, dark lashes as he keenly observed the way your body shuddered, now convulsing against the mat and his pressed form. Paltry, muffled  whines stumbled out of your mouth completely against your will as he stretched your leg past its original limit. He was practically splitting in you half as he urged his half-chub against your clothed sex. It wasn't difficult to note through the thin cloth of your leggings.

"Tha’s a deep stretch, lassie. Ye sure ye kin handle it?" His Scottish accent was sexy and breathy as if he was in you, stretching your walls. The question didn't feel like it was concerning the calf stretch anymore. 

One too many shaky exhales and a few more drops of sweat later, you could finally muster a, 'yes'. A shit-eating grin spread across his lips and you could only curse him in your mind. No, no, not under your breath. You were now in the compromising position that he was muttering about just a few moments ago. You could curse yourself for allowing him to tag along with you.  Damn him. 

He unwillingly tore his gaze from you for a moment when the realization of you two being out in public dawned upon him, but as he scouted the area it was minimal and still. Only a few soldiers were on the floor, completely zoned in on their own workouts and spread far away from you two. Far enough from any prying eyes and his hungry expression went right back to you, eyeing you like you were mere prey. "Jus’ tell me when." He murmured, elongating your leg even further down and you could look at him with scrutinized eyes as another whine passed and a shudder went up your body. Johnny loved the way you gazed up at him. Lips agape as you struggled for breath, drool slighting the corner of your lips, knowing that at any moment you said anything but, 'yes, sir', or 'no, sir' would end up with nothing but torturous pain. 

But you liked that. You liked, loved even, the way he pushed all your buttons without fail. Helpless and bashful under him. An unsteady breath left his lips as he focused on you and the way your body contorted so sapidly for him.

So, so dirty. He thought to himself. His eyes studying the way you swallowed hard. He wanted to taunt you even more, but Johnny decided to be clement as he relinquished you slowly allowing you to breathe again. You drew a large, labored breath as you sat up not able to look his way as he chuckled at you. 

"You're an asshole." You hissed, as you took a large swig of your drink nearly feeling like you were going to choke from how fast your heart was beating.

"'n' ye liked it." He raised his brows at you, imitating your gesture and taking a sip of his own drink. You averted your gaze, feeling your cheeks warm as he chuckled at your embarrassment. Johnny absolutely adored teasing you, and you welcomed it. 

#cod modern warfare #cod x reader #soap x reader #john soap mactavish #soap x you #soap mw2 #john mactavish #john mactavish x reader #soap x y/n #soap call of duty #soap cod #johnny soap mactavish #call of duty #call of duty x reader

[doppiodrips]

LETS GO IM SO SORRY FOR BEING LATE UWAHHHH cock stepping/slapping if u squint (im sorry) ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ The student council meeting has concluded, it was well past a couple hours since the institute's classes have stopped, so why were you still there? Slutting out for the three, beautiful student council men of course. You were on top on Doppio, his cock fully inside your ass while his hands gripped your waist, bouncing you up and down on his cock while he grunted from behind, trying to keep quiet so the only sounds were the slapping sounds, and your moans. "Come on, you can be louder than that... go on let your other council members hear how much of a slutty bitch you are.."

Ver and Hex didn't have the pleasure of using your hole, but each of them had some form of pleasure. Hex's cock was inside your mouth, his hands in your hair pulling you further down, muffled moans just added to his pleasure and you knew this, as anytime you did: He'd slightly step on your cock, despite how humiliated you felt getting pleasured by him stepping on you, it also felt too good. Don't let Hex distract you too much, on the other side of you was Ver, who you were trying to pump, but with two men using your holes focusing was quite tough, but don't worry!! Anytime you started going too slow, Ver would slap your cock: The slap blending right in with Doppio's thrusts, anytime Ver pulled away his hand you could see a string of your cum attached to his hand. "Aww oo, that slap seemed a bit rougher than normal, you holding up Ver?" Hex's voice was barely higher than the sounds of slapping and moaning, Ver let out a growl at both Hex's snarky comment and at your hands back to pumping him at the right pace. "Shut...up..Hex!!!" You chuckled a bit, Hex obviously noticing before grabbing your hair again, pushing you down all the way on his cock. "Aw, bad boy.. you should really pay attention to your Kaichou" ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ A/N: I'm sorry for this not being as good, the announcement about Nina really broke me so writing this was very hard wahh Mysta x Criminal!reader next though! and then some Noctyx 2.0 thirsts

#nijisanji #nijisanji en #nijisanji smut #nijisanji en smut #nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji en x reader smut #xsoleil #male reader #hex haywire #hex haywire x reader smut #hex haywire smut #hex haywire x reader #doppio dropscythe smut #doppio dropscythe x reader #xsoliel x reader #xsoleil smut #ver vermillion #ver vermillion x reader smut #ver vermillion x reader

[takeomisbitch]

I Didn’t Want To Summon You

Kinktober day 24 TrueForm!Ryomen Sukuna x FemWitch!Reader

Word Count:957

Tags:NSFW, Monster F*cking, Degrading, choking, Incubus!Sukuna, Witch!Reader

Synopsis: Feeling so needy you ended up summoning a sex demon in hopes that he will be nice to you but you were so wrong

Kinktober M.List | Jujutsu Kaisen M.List

You have always been a bit different, always loving things that have to do with witches or demons but not regular scary demons; sex demons. You never really summoned one but you always looked up how to just in case, you know? 

So after hours of contemplating if you should summon one or just be needy and deal with your problem by yourself you decide to summon one cause it’s been way to long since you fucked someone other than your fingers or toys.

Looking up the steps one more time before you try anything stupid. Following the steps one by one you wait and wait for the hopefully nice and gentle demon, but nothing happens.

You waited an hour before getting agitated. Deciding that the demon won’t come you lay in your bed ready to fall asleep- but once you close your eyes you feel a presence in your room. 

Jolting out of your bed you come face to face with a man with four eyes, four arms, a mouth on his stomach and something that looks like a flame scar on the left side of his face, his body covered in tattoos. 

“Who are you?” You shout, looking the demon up and down cause no normal man looks like that, “Ryomen Sukuna. You summoned me.” He points at you then himself with one of his many arms. 

Your jaw drops pure shock and confusion written on your face, thinking that this can’t be the demon you summoned. You were very specific on what you wanted, you wanted a nice and good looking demon; not one that looks scary but also breathtakingly hot. 

“I-I didn’t want to summon you.” Stuttering you look the demon up and down and notice how broad and how he towers over you, “Are we doing this or not?” The demon known as Sukuna brings two of his arms to his waist band, staring at his eyes you frantically think about every possibility before shaking your head yes, “yes we can do this.” 

Grabbing the bottom of your oversized shirt you pull it over your head, your naked chest on full display, your panties being the only thing covering your lower half. “Good” Sukuna’s husky voice lets out as he pulls his pants down his legs, his large hardened cock being the only thing you can focus on. “Instead of staring suck it bitch.” His degrading words cause a whimper to leave your lips as Sukuna pushes you to your knees, your face so close to his cock. 

“Come on, be a good slut and suck my cock.” Sukuna grabs his cock patting the tip on your cheek, before you open your mouth your tongue sticking out as he moves his cock to your tapping the tip on your tongue. Sukuna shoves his cock down your throat, your throat contorting around his cock as you gag, drool seeping from the corners of your mouth. 

“Such a slutty fucking throat,” Sukuna fucks his cock into your throat his tip poking against the back of your throat making you gag and choke. Your hands move to grab his muscular thighs squeezing them as he never lets up his thrust, your nails dig into his thighs. Feeling his tip hit the back of your throat repeatedly, your eyes water with tears Sukuna’s grunts and groans filling the room along with your gags. 

Sukuna pulls out of your throat, you cough when he exits your mouth, drool leaking from your mouth and down your neck. “Oh you're fine. Go lay on the bed.” Sukuna says hushing your coughing fit, getting up with shaky legs you take your panties off laying on your bed, your head against your soft pillows as Sukuna moves above you. 

The mouth on his stomach tongue sticks out licking your bare thigh without a warning, twitching from the wet feeling of his tongue. “Fuck your so wet,” he mumbles as he rubs his tip up and down your slick slit; “Hurry up already.” Bucking your hips up to his cock trying to slip his cock in your tight hole, “Needy bitch,” he whispers, shoving his dick deep into your hole, moaning as your eyes roll behind your head; his dick thick and veiny as your hole squeezes it. 

His cock reaches the sweet spot that you can only reach with one of your toys. 

Sukuna waits for you to adjust to his size before fucking into your hole, your warm walls making him let out husky groans. One of Sukuna’s arms comes down to your neck pulling you up, until your ear is aligned up with his mouth. 

“What a dirty slut. Crying and moaning ‘cause of my cock,” Sukuna chuckles into your ear nipping at your earlobe as you let out a cry from his cock hitting your g-spot, “Oh g-god.” You struggle to get out as his hand tightens around your throat. “Gonna come in this slutty fucking pussy. You want that don’t you baby.” mumbling under your breath as tears stream down your face, the feeling of his hard pulsing cock fucking deep into your cunt has the coil in your stomach ready to snap. 

“I-I’m gonna cu-” A loud moan cuts your off as you cum around his cock, your cunt squeezing his cock Sukuna fastens his pace trying to catch his own orgasm, before you know it Sukuna is cumming deep into your cunt filling your insides with his white warm sperm. You didn’t even know it but after his orgasm you pass out from overstimulation. 

Waking up the next morning your body aches from the sex last night but there is no sign that Sukuna was in your room, like everything that happened was a dream.

©Bella2023

#Bella writes ʕ•̫͡•ʔ #kinktober 2023 #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #ryomen sukuna #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x you #jujutsu kaisen sukuna #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #anime imagines

[thewriterg]

𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

pairing(s): jj maybank x gn!reader, pope heyward x gn!reader

summary: You lived for the moments you spent with your boyfriends the parties and the treasure hunting was nice but nothing beat the warm nostalgia of tangled limbs and sweet kisses in the bed bathing in the obx sun

word count: 500+

request: Hi, so some time ago I read your imagine between Pope, JJ and reader and I just thought it was incredible, because most of the time a poly couple is shown, it's two people giving love to one person, yours already showed the love between the three <3 So in that same JJ x Pope x reader dynamic, imagine where they're just in bed, just woken up from an afternoon nap and are simply cuddling in the warmth of the covers. Thank you, bye- @lovers-rockkk

warning(s): fluff, kisses, sweet short domestic, pet names, polyamory themes, and I think like one swear word

A/n: —GIF;— I can not tell you how happy it makes me when someone notices the few extra steps I to take to make my fics better thank you for the appreciation love it made me feel great <3 Also I have a surprise for you guys at the end of this so read all the way through!!!

You felt yourself begin to stir the feeling of the sun engulfing your figure that wasn’t covered by the duvet of your bed gave you a welcoming invite to blink the sleep from your eyes but you were quickly met with admiring brown eyes staring back at you

“Well good morning” You softly smiled voice soft and raspy from sleep as you stared at the rich skinned boy in front of you immediately throwing an arm over his slim waist you often teased him with your compliments it made his face hot and he was often bashful when you said the things you did especially about his toned stomach

“my pretty baby and his little waist”

“men and their slutty waist”

“we’ll look at you” you said while wrapping your around his torso pressing your face against his back

“Morning dove” Popes voice was almost the same as yours, raspy but it was less than normal letting you know he was probably up for a while before you silently moved not wanting to wake up the blonde next to you to straddle the brunettes lap as he watched you with a small smile as the sun kissed you through the blinds

You leaned down on Popes chest your bottom half still resting on his lap as you prepped small fluttering kisses on his neck traveling to his jaw as his warm hands traveled over your hips and lower back

You both stayed like that for a wild sun and love drunk In each others embrace warm and comfortable no worries of the outside world just yet… no gold, no running for your life, no gunshots, no pogues just them.

“Did you save any for me? You guys are mean” JJ groaned out a whine stretching as you both looked over to the blonde who were barely awake looking and searching for affection and you smirked widely while Pope chuckled quietly under you

“Come on Goldie” You couldn’t conceal the smile from your face while the dark skinned boy under you opened his arm out to take the blonde in and JJs ears perked up at the familiar nickname not wasting a second to crash into Popes side as he playfully groaned before kissing his temple

You sprawled out on top of them both with a over exaggerated sigh as the both chuckled before pressing a kiss to the corners of blondes mouth as he lied there in content letting you continue your acts of assault kisses to his face as you did Pope

“I think we should just stay in, hell we can put John B on hold for a day” The pale spoke up breaking the peaceful silence that fell over you all after you had settled and you hummed in agreement while Pope turned to scoop you both up in his arms a sigh that leaving the bed soon was very unlikely

You would forever persevere the love in these moments

💌💌💌💌

So I’ve started a book on Wattpad! It’s called “don’t go chasing waterfalls”

Its about a girl named Bonnie Sonnet and her group of friends follow the conflict and consequences after leaving Pouglandia in search for El dorado. How will her two certain best friends react when she makes empty promises for when this is all over? They were destined to make her keep said promises.

JJ and Pope are both love interests while also pinning over each other so if you like fics like these you’d definitely like it so you should check it out!

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x you #jj maybank x pogue!reader #pope heyward #pope heyward x reader #pope heyward x you #pope heyward x y/n #jjpope #jjpope x reader #romance #fluff #fem!reader #male!reader #gn!reader #pogues x reader #poly relationship #polyamorous #i love you #thewriterg #2023

[chanbig]

Big Kinnporsche and his uniform

i know the costume design dept gave the theerapanyakul bodyguards different versions of their uniform to make it easier to distinguish between them and make it visually more interesting (even though the point of a uniform is homogeneity) but i think it's interesting how they make big and porsche outliers

Porsche is out here in his slutty little vest and tie (the only one in his shirtsleeves because he is freewheeling, he is bucking the rules, we gotta show off that shoulder-to-waist ratio). he is new, he is special, he doesn't give a fuck. he is the Main Character.

pete, ken, arm and pol are in the usual blazer, no tie, shirt with a couple of buttons undone combo, with varying levels of undone-ness. (pete has the most buttons done up, intriguingly!!!! he typically only has the top button undone. what does this Mean. what could he possibly be hiding under there 🤫). this is what the typical bodyguard wears—most of the bodyguard extras are wearing a black suit and white shirt (one or two have ties, but most don't). they are integrated into the system. they are a team.

chan gets distinguished as head bodyguard by being allowed to wear all black, which gives him a very intense, no nonsense look. he stands out from the crowd when he first walks into frame—without words, you can tell THAT is a man with authority (😳 <- live me reaction)

AND THEN you have big over here in his closed blazer, shirt buttoned to the neck, perfectly knotted tie, and suspenders (!!) outfit. the whole getup. no one else on the main cast is doing it like him—literally. he is on the opposite end of the spectrum from porsche, even though they wear almost the same number of pieces. with the blazer on, big's outfit gives him the most buttoned up/rigid/follows the rules look, like he will wear the fullest version of the uniform because It Is The Correct Way. he has been at this job for years and he is still so strict about this. he is so strict about this BECAUSE he has been at this job for years. even with his ponytail and edgy eyebrow cut, he comes across as 'I am 100% on the job all the time'. he is All Business.

spot the suspenders 🧐

even when he's wearing the standard tracksuit, it's zipped completely up to the neck, sleeves all the way down.

we never see him in the pool. we don't see him in casual clothes. he is always SO closed off. he takes his uniform blazer off ONCE (making porsche crawl across the floor is hard work 😏).

spot the blazer thrown over the chair in the back 🔍

the only time we see him wearing a shirt with the buttons undone is when they're at the casino and he's being forced to 'blend in'. looking closer, though, even that outfit looks like the shirt and trousers he normally wears, just without the blazer, tie, and suspenders.

same slim-cut black trousers, same type of stiffened spread collar, same big pocket. his trousers fit him well—clearly the suspenders are just for the Look.

hmmm ive seen this shirt before.

the only time we see him in a short sleeved shirt is when they're on a SWAT-style rescue mission and everyone else is ALSO wearing that.

field trip time. everyone put on their outside clothes.

so arguably even both 'more casual' outfits are literally part of his uniform

where am i going with this... we see the others in their casual clothes. we see them disheveled, drunk, unbound from their jobs. they are allowed to be something other than just a bodyguard, even if just for a minute, even if they're still with tankhun at the bar—they are allowed that measure of freedom and personality. they drink, they laugh, they have fun. they have desires outside of their jobs (notably, we see ken in a hawaiian shirt when he is revealed to be the mole, i.e. have desires outside of the main theerapanyakul house)

we do not see big outside of his role as a bodyguard. he is this role and this role is him. there's something there about him scrubbing away all of his personal wants and needs to fit into this role as kinn's Head Bodyguard. giving up everything else so he can do this job, be of use to the theerapanyakul family—to kinn. not allowing himself to think about or want things outside of the compound because those things will distract him. no faltering from his role, or any vision of him as a person is allowed to come through. all he has is just a single minded pursuit of his goal and his focus (protecting kinn). he has dedicated himself and he is proud of that. he still gets up and puts on the whole uniform every day, suspenders on, shirt buttoned up, tie tight. he follows the rules and his orders even though he hates them sometimes, even though he might protest at first—one word or gesture from kinn or korn or kim and he falls silent. he will push down everything else he might have wanted under the role he has chosen for himself, that he has now become. he has already given up everything else for the theerapanyakuls—so, in the end, why not his life? what else does he have to offer? what else is left?

#kinnporsche the series #big kinnporsche #kinnporsche meta #WHAT does this man wear on his days off. if he even takes them #go on vacation babygirl i beg #does he have casual clothes??? does he go outside of the compound?? #theres that fic where chan goes to collect bigs things from his room and big doesnt have anything personal at all which is so heartbreaking #under a cut because it got long #kinnporsche #kp

[captainsy-cookiemonster]

Random Escaped Audios character headcanons (semi domestic... Idk?)

Escaped and Jean sleep with socks on, a habit they picked up in prison.

Escaped also sleeps with the mask on sometimes. And only in his boxers... And socks. Sexy. Seductive, even. 😂

Jean sleeps in whatever he wore that day minus the pants. Crinkled dress shirts all the way. (if he even gets sleep that is) On really bad days, before the intern, he just threw on pants the next day and was ready to go. (yes he did shower... But he put his old clothes back on)

Precious baby boy Ivan (actually adorable dilf... ESCAPED NO YOU DID NOT SEE THAT!!!😳) sleeps in matching pyjama sets and even got some for Raven and Paloma so they all three can match! of course the pj's are bird themed!

Now that I'm on a "what they wear to bed" trip... Alphonso does the classic t-shirt and boxers combo, jogging pants if he's cold. Plus a hoodie if he's really cold. Which is rare. Or... Well... His slayer uniform.

Benji does the t-shirt boxer combo too. All year. He mostly wears his old college (or band👀) tees to sleep.

You cannot convince me Crow "i don't have use for t-shirts" doesn't (didn't 😢) sleep butt ass naked. Either that or fully... Clothed? As clothed as he is. Leather harness shoulder bracer and all. There's no in between.

Enough of the sleep hc's... 🙈 Onto the random stuff

Nap dates with Jean!

Escaped has a sweet tooth. Also LOVES home cooked meals. After all the junk in prison, he loves the times in between where he gets to eat real food. If he could choose between take out or home cooked it's home cooked all the way. (one of the goons is a fantastic cook)

He misses his mom's food, though.

Escaped does finger guns all. The fucking. Time. Like...🧍‍♂️... 👉👉...🧍‍♂️

Alsoooo... Escaped and spiderman kisses!

I have many feelings about our slutty villain soo... He's a cuddler. Big time. Won't admit it, but likes being the little spoon (kinda mentioned in the audio). Will also lie on top of you if he catches you lying around, and put his head on your tiddies or tummy.

Crow has one of those photo calendars on his desk. It's with cats. Doesn't use it for calendar stuff... Only has it for the pictures. Gets new ones every year but keeps the old ones in a drawer in his desk.

Benji, our precious marine biologist (yes shh i know it's not exactly his job), is the same but with sea animals.

Also... Benji makes mixtapes. Not just early into the relationship, but also after he got married. It's his anniversary gift. Literally spends all year compiling a playlist, and a movie watchlist for datenights!

Picnic beach dates with Benji!

And forest or bird watching dates with Ivan (birbs☺️)

Also 100% convinced Ivan manages to befriend the crows he's feeding & playing with and they bring him gifts in return.

Jean likes his hair to be played with. (shout out to @stupd000 for saying he likes having his hair pulled🙈)

He also learns more songs on the ukulele and he and the intern sing together. Not very well, but it's cute. When the singing gets too bad, one would just kiss the other to shut them up.

Alphonso keeps souvenirs of the places he visits on hunts and keeps them in his room at the slayers' stronghold when he's there.

Jean is a bit jittery from all the coffee he drinks. Goes through withdrawl after escaping the mafia. But now he's down to the normal amount of coffee for a day (like... 2-4 cups a day)

Ivan will come and wrap his arms around your waist and rest his head on your (Raven's) shoulder while you two cook together. Will steal bits of food, too.

Ivan does wood carvings sometimes. He carved a little raven for Raven. Paloma painted it hot pink, she's very proud of it!

Once at safety, Jean adopts a stray dog... which turn into three.

Ivan will totally bring home injured animals (especially, ofc, birds) and nurse them back to health.

Okay I think that's all I can come up with for now

#Escaped audios #Against the World #the neon barbarian #neon wings #matador gothic #the new jersey rats #chronus seven #audio rp #audio roleplay #escaped audios headcanons

[coastalcassi]

Yippie-Ki-Yay

coastalcassi

Summary:

Sirius likes to dress up and go to themed pubs… sue him. This one did NOT go as planned… but god he and James are NOT mad about it.

Or

Sirius and James go to a western bar dressed up and are PLEASANTLY surprised. You know what they say about taking someone’s cowboy hat…

Save a horse… ride a cowboy ;)

Chapter 1: I’m Gonna Getcha Good

Yippy-Ki-Yay blinks in neon red lights next to a cowboy boot on the sign overlooking the parking lot.

"Sirius... are you sure this is a western themed place? It looks like a normal pub."

"I’m telling you James! Online it said country western, line dancing, and The Rattle Snakes are performing tonight."

Sirius dismounts his vintage. motorcycle and takes off his helmet, shaking out his hair. He likes that his western outfit isn't far off from his regular leather look. Just more fringe to be honest, a black cowboy hat and red stars on his arse pockets which, to be frank, do wonders for him.

James on the other hand has gone a little more traditional cowboy. He has faded denim jeans on, a yellow button down and a red bandana tied around his neck. It suits him. He also adorns a dark brown hat and brown cowboy boots. His only stand out piece is a large gold belt buckle that had a horse in the middle framed by the words Ride a Cowboy. Cheeky son of a gun.

"I don't know Sirius..."

"Come on James! How bad can it be?!? Let's just… check it out! It's supposed to be queer friendly too! Pleeeeease?!?"

Sirius is bouncing up and down in front of James with his hands pressed together practically begging.

"Fine. Fine," James says, raising his hand in surrender.

"Yay!”

Both boys start to walk towards the door and can hear music playing inside. As they opened the door they can hear, "Welcome to the stage.... The Rattle Snakes," followed by loud cheers and clapping.

"We're just in time James! Let's go!" Sirius pulls James in quickly behind him not wanting to miss anything.

As soon as the boys are through the door they are met by a sea of flannel and regular looking men — though there IS still an abundance of cowboy boots present.

"Oh bullocks! Siriusly?!"

James' nose twitches as he tries to suppress a smirk at him being right on the money with the dress code. It's not Sirius' fault he likes to dress up and have fun so much. James' eyes scan over the crowd as “I'm Gonna Getcha Good” starts playing over the speakers. The spot light turns on and illuminates the performers and James — the poor lamb — has his breathe knocked out of him.

"Uggggg. I'm going over to the bar. I need a drink."

"Um — yeah ok. I'll — uh — meet you there."

James had already started making his way through the crowd, up to the very front of the crowd. The tips of his boots hit the stage and he can't get any closer. There are five performers on the stage in a V shape, 2 girls and 3 boys. Truly, all of them stunning, but standing in the middle is the most gorgeous creature James has ever seen.

His skin porcelain white and perfect, his grey eyes — a storm, his lips the perfect succulent pink, all framed by gorgeous dark curls. James has to swallow — HARD!

They’re all wearing all black with accents of black rattlesnake skin. Some of them have hints of green too. James' muse adorns a black button down with fringe going down the arms and across the back, but fuck, the lower James scans the more he has to fight to keep his jaw off the floor and stay composed as a gentleman should.

That slutty little waist is doing things for James. Across his waist is a belt with a large silver star buckle. He is wearing the equivalent to black briefs, smooth black silk, with black rattlesnake skin chaps falling down to black boots with a slight heel.

Oh god — James is going to keel over.

The performer’s eyes catch onto James and he smirks walking forward. He says "Lets Go" in time with the music and it becomes clear they are performing the song playing through the speakers. The other four performers starting their dance routine.

He won't free James from his grasp, his eyes fiery, unyielding, and ready to take James as his victim. This must be how snakes lure their prey James thinks.

"Don't wantcha for the weekend,

Don't wantcha for a night,

I'm only interested if I can have you for life, yeah”

Oh god he's singing — and doing truly provocative things… dance moves. God that waist! — what is James gonna do?!?

The lead walks to the edge of the stage and grabs James' hat putting it on his head. It doesn’t match his all black ensemble, but god does James like it. He then firmly grabs and tilts James’ chin up and winks. He turns and twirls back to the group.

Bloody hell. James' thoughts are intoxicated.

“So don't try to run, honey

Love can be fun

There's no need to be alone

When you find that someone”

The lead comes back towards James and extends his hand gesturing with his chin to the floor. James takes his hand and helps him down as the rest of the performers also leave the stage and dance through the crowd.

This creature is looking and singing to James.

"I'm gonna getcha while I gotcha in sight

(I'm gonna getcha) I'm gonna getcha if it takes all night

(Yeah, you can betcha) you can betcha by the time I say, "Go"

(I'm gonna getcha) you'll never say, "No"

James' heart is gong to explode as he watches this rattlesnake sing and dance through the crowd. He may be dancing for everyone but his eyes are never leaving James. God those eyes. James realizes he's been holding his breath and not breathing… that’s definitely a problem and he is DIZZY.

The performer comes back to James and places a hand on his chest, pushing him lightly backwards as he performs. James' calfs hit the stage and next thing he knows he is sat. A black boot (with silver stars and spurs, upon closer inspection) on his knee. His hands caress the leg as he leans down to place a kiss on the knee, His eyes looking up through his thick eyelashes.

“I'm gonna getcha, it's a matter of fact

(I'm gonna getcha) I'm gonna getcha, don't you worry 'bout that

(Yeah, you can betcha) you can bet your bottom dollar in time

(I'm gonna getcha) you're gonna be mine (I'm gonna getcha)

Just like I should, I'll getcha good”

A truly smug and satisfied smile spreading across the performer's face as he continues to sing and perform. He moves to James' side and uses his shoulder to boost himself back up on the stage.

James turns to see the performers coming back to a V on the stage. The lead, sings his last line:

“Oh, I'm gonna getcha good”

and the lights cut out.

Fuck — James HAS to know him. HAS to see him again.

"A five minute set break for the next performance. Meet our performers at the bar for a drink."

James doesn't have to be told twice. He hurries, weaving through the crowd to the bar. Everyone is there — even their guitarist — except the one James is dieing to touch again…

Disappointed James finds Sirius, who is chatting at the bar. The flirt can’t help himself.

"Pads. I’m hot. Going out for some air. Ok?"

"Yeah, sure Prongs. Want me to come with you?"

"Nah, I'll be back in a minute. Enjoy your drink and company." James nods to the man clearly flirting and providing Sirius with free alcohol.

James steps out the side door to the alley and leans against the cold brick wall. His lungs fill with cool air as his heart fills with dispair. The poor romantic thought that was love at first sight. God the song… the performance… James wants to go back and relive it. Over and over. It was PERFECT.

The smell of smoke hits his nose and he recognize the brand immediately as French. It has a very distinct smell he'd know anywhere cause they're Sirius’ favorite.

James turns and low and behold.... his rattlesnake is posted against the wall, smoke playing around his mouth. A french inhale… Fuck… Can he be ANY HOTTER?!?

James walks towards him and leans against the wall. The man doesn't look up. James clears his throat, "Um… hi."

"I'm on break."

"I know," James coughs," I went to the bar to meet you but you weren't there.”

The man looks up smirking at James, "Stalking me now sweetheart."

James' face flushes deep, from his hairline down his chest and he sputters.

The performer pushes off the wall to stand straight and crosses his arms over his chest, flicking his cigarette ash. He appraises James head to toe and cocks an eyebrow. "Did you — dress up?"

James chuckles and rubs the back of his neck," Uh, yeah, my mate — he thought it was western themed, like dress up."

The rattlesnake cocks his head to the side a little. “That’s quite a statement buckle.”

James looks down and then turns beet red again as he remembers what it says. He full on runs his hand through his hair. This is truly embarrassing all around.

The man’s eyes twinkle as he laughs and James realizes he has quite sharp teeth. Fitting, being that rattlesnakes have fangs. The rattlesnake waves his hand like he's clearing smoke. "Only the performers dress up."

"Yeah... I kinda got that, and thank god for it."

The man's eyebrows rise and his eyes narrow.

Fuck... did I say that out loud?!?

"I don't like being ogled at."

"I would’ve never guessed with that getup and how you move."

FUCK JAMES SHUT UP!

It’s silent for a moment while the man purses his lips and tilts his chin up. “I'm a performer. It's my job," he turns to move away and leave.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, I didn't it that way! Sometimes I say stupid things. That didn't come out right."

His rattlesnake waves him off still walking away, "That's the understatement of the night."

“Wait! Please?"

He stops and James sighs in relief.

"What do you want?" he asks, turning around. His face looking obviously displeased, and his eyes guarded.

James moves forward, coming right in front of him and kneeling on one knee on the gravel. He takes the man's boot and places it on his bent knee again. He looks up, "Time. Time with you. Please?" He looks up pleading as he bends to kiss the star's knee once more.

He looks down at James appraising him. Different emotions flickering through his eyes too fast for James to catch. Is he positioning to strike? He smirks after a moment. "You're a right git, You know that? and crazy."

"I know."

The corners of his mouth curls up slightly, "You can buy me a drink."

James beams up at him as he removes his foot from James' knee.

"What's your name?"

"Regulus."

"Regulus…”

James shakes his head and clears his throat TRYING to collect himself. “… in Rattlesnake skins… you look REALLY good in my hat."

Regulus smirks, “Slow down cowboy.”

James’ smile gets impossibly wider and he offers Regulus his arm to escort him back into the bar. He delights in a not quite hidden chuckle as Regulus takes it.

#regulus black #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #jegulus #wolfstar #marauders #cowboy #cowboy remus lupin #cowboy sirius black #cowboy regulus black #cowboy James potter

[spidergutz-writes]

What are some fluff hcs that you have for any and all of your handsome boys?? How would you spend a day with them? What are dates each of them would take you on?

meadow! Your spoiling me with all these delicious and amazing ideas!!

I’ll actually probably make this in 2 or 3 parts just so I can fit all mah bois :) (if requested, I will also add in some of my favorite gals!)

RED GUY:

Hand holding to the max!!

could be watching the most horrific thing unfold infront of him, and his hand would still be slotted in with yours

making dinner? He’s holding your hand.

watching tv? He’s holding your hand.

sleeping? Yup, he’s holding your hand!

he's a very shameless person when it comes to the softer things in your relationship

will not hesitate to pull you into his lap for cuddles.

also won’t hesitate to cling to you on every part of the day.

your cooking? Well so is he, now.

he loves cooking with you. It’s just so…normal.

normality is not something he experiences a lot, so even when you two are doing simple and mundane things, he enjoys it to the fullest :)

bro's sense of humor is so bad, but it gets to the point where it’s so ungodly terrible, that it becomes funny.

“Hey...what do you call a prisoner walking downstairs?”

“i dunno..What do ya call 'em?”

“..a CONDESCENDING… :D”

he thinks he’s funny, so please laugh :((

dates include him and you cooking a dessert of some sort.

his favorite is making apple cobbler pie with you :3

often you’ll end up with flour hand prints on your ass and some whipped cream on your nose.

he's just a silly guy doing silly things with his ooohh sooo silly partner!!

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JIN BUBAIGAWARA: (what? He dies? No. No he doesn’t. Not here. He lives. That’s the reality we have here. Deal with it. Go argue with the wall idc.)

my sweet sweet baby boy. Where should I start?

okay, before he overcomes his trauma:

Took his mask off infront of you once, and now he can’t stop.

hes addicted to how you kiss his scar

how you coo at him and tell him he’s so handsome 🥺

Will fight for you if it’s serious. He’s still scared he’s a clone :((

will stand up for you tho

anyone says anything bad about you? He’s cursing them out while his alter ego is making weirdly terrifying threats.

”YOU GOT SOMETHING TO SAY, HUH?” “I hope you sleepwalk into oncoming traffic...” “DONT YOU FUCKIN SAY ANYTHING ABOUT MY PARTNER” “I hope everyone you love leaves you.…”

Dates consist of you two sitting on top of rooftops while having a picnic. Talking shit, cuddling, and eating.

you two end up falling asleep in each others arm a lot, admiring the sunset or the moon.

he is a human heating pad. Like seriously. You don’t need a blanket when he’s around

Loves lying on his back with you laying on his chest :)

is a little shy :(

Thinks you don’t want others to know you two are a thing :(((

but when you hold his hand in public or in front of the league? He melts.

When you first kissed his lips over the mask in public? He cried a little

tears of joy :)

can’t cook for shit. That man burns water.

don’t ask me how, but you tasked him to make breakfast one morning, and a fire broke out.

there was also mayonnaise on your ceiling. Again, don’t ask, not even he knows.

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Simon Riley "Ghost" (this motherfucker doesn't die either. if anyone tells me otherwise, meet me at the Arby's parking lot at 6, BECAUSE I WILL FIGHT YOU)

oh my lawdy lawd. he is just SO FINE, WHERE DO I EVEN START??

this man has issues. he's really touch starved, but doesn't know how to accept any light touches.

he might shy away from your light advancements, because he's so used to any physical bringing harm or ill intent towards him.

but when you kiss his cheek, and hug his (slutty) little waist, he folds like a lawn chair on a hot summer day.

will scream, cry, throw up, roll on the ground, and promptly die if you ever serve him tea in a bowl (the French do this.)

likes to go to the gym with you. he loves to see you work out iykwim.

Ghost has never been a man for soft things, but he Isn't Ghost with you. With you, he's Simon Riley, a man who longs to have a sense of normalcy, a man who wants to take you out to nice restaurants, and a man who wants to bend down on one knee for you, and ask that burning question that lays in the back of his mind 24/7

he wants to do all of those things, but its going to take time. his insecurities tell him you deserve a man who can do more for you, but as always, you wash those thoughts away for him.

for now, his dates consist of concealed places, like the safety of either his, or your home, where he can take off his mask, safely. sitting, watching movies, drinking wine or scotch, and cuddling.

He's a big advocate on "actions speak louder than words" so he doesn't say "I love you" too often, but when he does say it? you better get the tissues. because he only says it during a really vulnerable moment of his, like when he's calming down from a PTSD induced flashback, or a panic attack, or when its late, in the middle of the night, when he knows its just him and his demons awake, with you sleeping soundly in his arms.

believe it or not, THIS MAN CAN COOK-

listen, i know he's British, and i know he's in the military, but that man just radiates "I'll make you a five star meal before i snap your neck"

he is a god when it comes to making steak. give him a basic ass steak, some spices, and a few other side ingredients and he'll give you a true taste of heaven. A taste of heaven from a man from hell.

we love him all the same though <3

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holy fucking hell this took WAY too long, and I took some extra time on Ghosts.

as always, any type of constructive criticism is appreciated, no matter how harsh or small it is <3

#simon riley ghost #ghost x reader #simon riley #cod mw2 #cod ghost #ghost #cod mw2 x reader #cod x reader #red guy x reader #red guy #dont hug me im scared #dhmis red guy #jin bubaigawara #jin bubaigawara x reader #twice x reader #twice x you #twice x y/n

[entomolog-t]

Got an Idea

In the world of "Bite Me" vampires are real tiny parasitic things, right? But they're still vampires. Does that mean there are people like paranormal hunters or something? There's so much potential in these...

THIS IS A GREAT QUESTION!

So to avoid spoilers I'm going to be pretty vague-

Vampires in the Bite Me universe are abnormal but not paranormal (though I will be doing a paranormal au because there is SO MUCH potential so by all means I can try to answer some more trad vampire stuff if talking about the potential au).

THOUGH- that doesn't mean that the tiny lil bloodsucking activity has gone completely unnoticed right? I mean, Aedes can't possibly be the only vampire who's been caught...

A BIT MORE ELABORATION

Vampires are completely normal biologically speaking, in that they don't have supernatural powers. The vampires in the Bite Me universe are essentially just a type of well adapted parasite. Some lil tidbits about their biology-

⚠ Nerd Alert ⚠

They are nocturnal- and hunt at night. Their eyes are adapted for low light conditions, though they can still move freely in the light.

They have an instinctual fear towards light (feels open, the feeling of being watched etc...) essentially to avoid predation by animals or being spotted by humans

Vampires have keen senses (hearing, smell, taste, sight) and phenomenal reaction time in order to help hunt. With their processing speed and keen senses, unless you catch one in the act or manage to corner/trap one, vampires are extremely hard to catch by just grabbing (cough cough, unless a certain lil someone likes to be grabbed) His senses dull when not in active "bloodlust" in order to keep the mind from being perpetually overwhelmed by everything all at once, though even dulled they are remarkably keen.

They are stronger than humans (relatively speaking), and quite durable. They have a high density of fast twitch muscles that helps further bolster their reaction time.

I've dabbled with the possibly of them having mild electroreception (basically in order to have a 6th sense towards heart beats as the muscle contracts) BUUUT I want to play around with the speculative biology with that. Mammals don't typically have an electrosense (more of a fish thing) but there are exceptions- yet those are still water based (with the semi exception of the echidna) so I'd have to do some pretty hefty playing around if I wanted to make it work.

They're allergic to garlic (along with a lot of other foods). Carnivorous, especially blood based parasitic diets leave an organism with an extremely reduced gut (Fun fact, theres actually a reason behind Aedes' slutty lil waist 😭) so they typically lack the ability to digest some harsher irritants, garlic being a big one. The smell is also extremely pungent so, yes, it absolutely will keep Aedes away (though it would have to be crushed)

Vampires in Bite Me do have one ability that feels almost supernatural- they are natural mimics. Vampires have incredible vocal control and ranges. This is incredibly useful to both ward off predators and lure in prey. Because of this- there are some typical tactics they use to avoid being caught (Some in more remote regions will mimic a rattlesnake rattle to deter a person from coming closer if they get spotted- and are usually able to slip away while the human calls pest control). This skill has led to both folklore and urban legends, about weird sounds occurring in strange locations. With their speed and skills in avoiding detection, a person would likely assume their house is haunted well before thinking theres a little vampire running around their house

Typically their bite is mildly numbing- though a very small number of people have a mutation that makes the numbing nearly completely ineffective (June being one of them). In that case, the numbing tends to work against its intended purpose- the numbing instead being noticeably tingling, and without the numbing agent, the anticoagulation factors and vasodilators within the saliva increase sensation in tandem with the increased bloodflow to the bite area, as well as giving the overall area a warm sensation.

WHEW

That was a chunky lore dump.

#SOME LORE CRUMBS FOR MY LOVELY PIGEONS #I mean- followers. #Enjoy your crumbs birdies #I WANNA WRITE THE SUPERNATURAL AU SO BAD BUT I REFUSE TO WRITE ANYTHING NEW UNTIL IM POSTING REGULARLY AGAIN #I will settle for brainstorming lore #giant/tiny #g/t community #g/t prompts #AskEnto #Bite Me #g/t writing #tiny vampire #AedesOC #JuneOC