#🍒—drabbles

[nottsangel]

cleaning up bloody mattheo after a fight 🤤🤤 and he’s still clenching his jaw and angry 🤤🤤 but he doesn’t want to scare you 🥹🥹

“this is going to sting” you warn as you press the cloth drenched with alcohol to his face to disinfect his wounds. to your surprise, he doesn’t show any pain—no flinching or screaming—making you raise an eyebrow. you analyse his facial expressions and realise the adreline is still pumping through his body— his jaw is clenched, eyes are narrowed and his knee is restlessly bouncing up and down. you aren’t even sure why he got into a fight in the first place, but you figured it’s best to give him some time to cool off before bombarding him with questions.

“fucking idiot. i should’ve hit him harder. fuck!�� mattheo hisses, eyes fixed on the wall ahead, not even blinking as his tongue exasperatedly pokes the inside of his cheek. you feel uneasy, trying to keep your mouth shut to avoid infuriating him further as you dab the cloth against his wounds— but curiosity gets the better of you, and you can’t help but wonder what happened before you entered the room. “why did you fight, mattheo? what even happened?” you blurt out, your eyes moving to his narrowed ones, gazing at him with a worried expression.

“it’s not important.” he quickly mutters, shaking his head in disapproval as the memories rush back, yet still avoiding your puzzled gaze. you let out a defeated sigh, fully knowing that pushing further isn’t the smartest move— but you just can’t let it go.

“mattheo, just tell me what—”

“he called you a slut, alright? and i just— i just couldn’t let him get away with that shit. so yeah, i punched him, just like he deserved.”

your brows furrow with both empathy and concern as you gently cup his face with your hand, thumb brushing over his flushed cheek. “oh, baby…” you sigh softly, followed by pressing a gentle kiss to his head. “i’m proud of you, you know that?” mattheo’s brows knit together as he turns to meet your eyes for the first time, confusion evident on his face as he was fully expecting you to lecture him. “what— why?” “because he looked way, way worse than you do right now.”

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[cherrynflowergarden]

quiet || matt sturniolo

an; tysm my lovies for participating in the 500 celebration!! i saw your asks but unfortunately tumblr is acting up and now i can't see them:( smut alert!!! minors dni

the lewd sound of skin slapping filled the room as matt pounds into her tight hole. he leans over her, intensely watching her become a drooling babbling mess. eyes rolled back, drooling from the mouth and moans leaving her mouth like a broken record, she looked like heaven to him.

"shh sweetheart" he coos, griping her chin with a hand forcing her to make an eye contact with him, while his other arm supported his weight. lips nibbling and sucking on her pulse point he whispers, "be quiet f'me, yeah?"

he generally enjoys listening to her moans. makes his ego sky rocket knowing he makes her feel so good. but today his brothers were home and very much awake. the chances of getting caught are high and he can't risk it. if his brothers find him in such a compromising position, he would never hear the end of it. but that didn't stop him from taking her to the bed. the thrill of getting caught just made him hornier, his cock throbbing in her warm cunt — coating him with her juices.

she could barely hold her moans in. feeling the drag of his thick cock, in her walls, dick hitting her spots roughly and so easily made her loose her mind.

"i— fuck i can't icanticanticant" she babbles incoherently. whimpers escaped her mouth, cheeks wet with tears, back arched and hips moving upwards to match his thrusts. she looked beautiful like this, under him — at his mercy. a slow smirk made it's way to his face at her response. his fingers which were groping her tits, went to her neck. roughly pressing his palm around her neck, he violently slammed into her.

"you can't, huh?" his hand left her neck to grip her hips — in order to keep her in place. "you can't keep fucking quiet, huh? making you feel so good?"

a loud moan left her throat, despite her attempts to be quiet. it's not her fault though, he makes her feel sooo good. the tingling feeling in cunt was too overpowering to remain quiet, all she could do is nod her head, a silent answer to his previous question.

apparently matt didn't seem to like her silence because a loud smack was heard in the room. he had slapped her breast. he needed to listen to his girl say that. "answer me princess or did i fuck you too dumb to form a sentence?" his condescending tone only brought her to the edge, the coil in her belly tightening.

"feels—... feels so good, matt" she whimpered out, eyes rolling back in pleasure. her hand went to his hairs to tug on them. the pull on his hairs did it for him as reached down to rub against her poor abused clit.

brows knitting together, that finally snapped the coil in her belly. following her lead, matt pulled out to cum on her belly.

gasping for air, they just hoped they weren't loud enough for his brothers to hear.

[cornenhapovs]

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 ( 𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 ) ── 𖥔 엔하이픈

꒰ ♡ ꒱ how they act when they are needy ; slightly suggestive ; established relationship ; mild fluff

𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠

Heeseung had been struggling with a deep sense of neediness and insecurity lately. Despite his usual confident demeanour, he secretly craved your attention and reassurance. However, you were blissfully unaware of his inner turmoil. You mistook his clinginess for mere affection, not realising the underlying vulnerability behind it. He would subtly seek your attention through physical touches like pulling you into his lap or draping his arm around your shoulders. But you brushed off these gestures as him simply being affectionate, not realising the depth of his inner longing for reassurance.

Meanwhile, Heeseung silently battled with his growing clinginess, struggling to find the right words to express his vulnerability and need for comfort. His neediness had reached a boiling point, and he couldn't keep his emotions bottled up any longer. Frustration and desperation took over him as he decided to take matters into his own hands. He approached you, his usual confident facade slipping away, revealing a vulnerability and intense desire in his eyes. His voice was firm yet tinged with a hint of pleading. His voice was filled with a mixture of need and desperation "Please... I can't hold back any longer. I need you, more than you could ever imagine. I need to feel your touch. I need your reassurance. Please, don't make me wait any longer."

𝐉𝐚𝐲

Jay had been feeling extra clingy and needy lately. He would constantly cling to you, seeking your attention and affection. However, you were too engrossed in your own world to notice his clinginess. You assumed that he was simply being his usual affectionate self. Meanwhile, Jay was silently battling with his growing neediness. He desperately craved your touch and attention, but he was hesitant to voice his concerns, fearing that you might find him annoying or overbearing. He would find any excuse to be near you, whether it was sitting next to you on the couch or finding reasons to hold your hand. Yet, you seemed oblivious to his increasing clinginess. Jay finally reached his breaking point. Your continued obliviousness to his increasing neediness had pushed him over the edge. A mix of frustration and desperation took over him, and he decided to take matters into his own hands. He approached you, his eyes dark with an intense desire. Before you could react, his voice echoed , firm but laced with a hint of vulnerability and need

"You have no idea how much I've been holding back, how badly I've been craving your touch. I can't take it anymore. I need you, right here, right now."

𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞

Jake had been carrying a secret burden of neediness and insecurity. Despite his usual gentle and sweet nature, he was silently craving your attention and reassurance. However, you were completely unaware of his inner turmoil, mistaking his clinginess for his usual cheeky self . He would hold your hand, hug you from behind, or even rest his head on your shoulder. But you thought it was just his normal caring behaviour . Jake had reached his breaking point. The neediness and pent-up frustration had boiled over, fueling a strong and dominant side within him. He decided he couldn't wait any longer for you to notice his emotional state.

As you were engrossed in work or an activity, Jake abruptly grabs your wrist, surprising you. The playful air around him disappears, and his eyes blaze with an intense dominance. His voice was low and gruff, dominated by his newfound dominance "Enough. You've been ignoring my needs for too long, babe. I'm done with subtlety. I'm taking what I want, and I'm gonna make sure you understand how much I need you."

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧

Sunghoon had been experiencing a heightening sense of neediness, longing for your attention and affection. However, he was hesitant to express his feelings directly, resorting to subtle cues to indicate his desire.

He would subconsciously find excuses to be closer to you, like positioning himself near you on the sofa or casually draping his arm around your shoulders. These gestures were his way of silently craving your attention and reassurance, hoping you would pick up on his subtle hints. Sunghoon's neediness had reached a boiling point, and his frustration with your obliviousness had ignited a possessive and dominant side within him. He decides it's time to take matters into his own hands, and his eyes blaze with an intense determination.

The usual calm demeanour is replaced by an aggressive and dominant attitude.His voice is low and slightly angry as he speaks, "You're mine, and I've had enough of your obliviousness. I've been trying to get your attention subtly, but you've been ignoring my needs. I'm done waiting. You're going to be with me, and you're going to know that you belong to me and only me.

"Sunghoon's grip on your wrist tightens as he picks up on your stutter, loving the effect he's having on you. " Su...nghoonn " you stuttered . His voice went low as he forced you to hokd his intense eye contact "That's right, doll. Say my name. I want to hear it from those pretty lips of yours. And you know what? The more you stutter, the more I like it. It shows that I'm getting to you."

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[lvndosnorris]

🍒anon here !

sooo i had a smut headcannon idea of fewtrell!reader and lando on vacation with max and they have to be super careful bcs of max and they almost get caught a few times

turned this into a forbidden love trope because i eat that up every! single! damn! time!

you're not even sure how you got roped into going on holiday with your brother and his best friend

trying to convince yourself that you hadn't been away in ages and that it would be good for you to get away for a bit

but the minute the vacation actually started and you felt the sun warm your body from the inside out you weren't complaining

often shooing the two men out of the villa during the day so you could laze around by the pool and just absorb the calmness

stripping down to barely nothing as you scooted around private garden, your music humming through your phone as you persuaded yourself to make a little drink

nearly leaving your body as you bumped into lando, your fear audible as you clutched your chest and tried to suppress your fright with an awkward giggle

"i didn't know anyone was back— you're not meant to be back 'till this evening!"

all he'd do is cock his eyebrows, glancing only briefly down at your lack of coverage as you crossed your legs over and waited for him to do whatever he was doing and then leave again

he'd make some smug remark about how he might just have to stick around the villa if this was the case

his words sticking with you as you'd finally shoo him off

ears ringing with what he'd said

because surely you misheard it? or perhaps got the wrong idea

only you'd be stirred from your downtime as it got dark by a soft knock at your bedroom door

confused as you opened up to see lando stood there, arms crossed over his chest as he'd ask if you were up to much

and you didn't know how he managed to make his way into your room but there was he; sprawled over your bed as he fiddled with one of your bead bracelets that he'd pinched from the bedside table as you hummed over his list of never ending questions

finally asking him if there was anything you could help with, why he was here

"i haven't been able to get you out of my head"

that simple sentence being the downfall of your sanity as only a mere few minutes after you found yourself on your knees for him

for lando

your brother's best friend

shushing him as you traced over his tip with your thumb, watching him wince and pout down at you teasingly

barely able to keep composure as he pushed at the back of your head, slipping his cock just a little further into your mouth as you hummed around him amusingly

eager to hear more of how your name sounded coming from him but knowing you'd be dead if anyone ever found out

tugging up your shirt a little as it sat just under your chin, tits on full display for lando as you sucked and kissed his length until he was threatening to cum right there on the spot

and he did — forcing you to stay still as he twitched and finished in the back of your throat, rocking his hips a few more times before slowly pulling back

his forefinger swiping at the corner of your mouth, pushing it between your lips as you sucked the remained of his seed from the pad of his finger

of course that one encounter didn't stop there

the two of you spending the next few weeks tip-toeing around max as you sought for every moment where you could be alone

lando making lame excuses as to why he'd meet him there so he could have you right there and then on the sun-loungers around the pool

clamping a hand over your mouth as he curled two fingers inside of you, your wetness coating his wrist in a delicious sheen as you felt your eyes roll back

being dragged back to reality as lando heard the faint shouting from max who had suddenly popped back because he forgot his wallet

the feeling of lando being pressed above you gone as he stumbled to his feet, adjusting his obvious erection as he'd finish fixing himself just as max popped his head around the double doors

confused as he asked why he was out here with you when he told him he was going to the shops for something

sneaking into your room after max had passed out on the sofa whilst watching some rerun of an old show

kissing you in between telling you that you have to stay quiet

only for you to ignore his demand as soon as his tip was stroking against your clit, lando's eyes narrowed as he focused on trying to keep you silenced whilst teasing himself in the process

head stuffed in the crook of your neck as he finally got to feel you clench around him, slipping in just a little deeper with every thrust as you clawed helplessly at his biceps and his shoulders

scolding you in whimpers as he tried to think of some excuse for when max would no doubt see the marks

[f1amour]

supposed to be writing a carlos fic right now but after this story he posted…i need to write a lando x sainz!resder fic QUICK SOMEONE SEND ME A REQUEST BRAIN IS JAMMED RN

[connorsui]

unspoken affection

Sukuna x reader

Synopsis: In a rare moment of vulnerability, Sukuna allows you to explore the markings on his body

Genre/Warnings: Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Soft moments. Implied sexual tension, mentions of Sukuna's intimidating nature, light teasing.

Note: I want to color his tats

The moonlight barely filters through the room, casting long shadows across Sukuna's muscular form. He lays still, eyes closed, a faint smirk on his lips as your fingers glide over the dark, jagged markings on his skin, tracing each one with an intimacy you've grown familiar with. His breaths are slow and deliberate, though you know he’s awake. He always is. Despite the quiet arrogance that lingers in his aura, the way he pretends to sleep is his subtle way of allowing these tender moments between you to happen.

Your fingers drift along the length of his back, over his broad shoulders, and down the well-defined muscles of his hips, testing your limits and feeling the heat of his body beneath your touch. The marks that cover him pulse with faint energy, a reminder of his formidable power. But here, in this room, under your hand, he is just Sukuna—your Sukuna, though he would never admit it.

His lips quirk slightly when he feels you hesitate, your fingertips hovering near the lowest of the marks, the ones that dip beneath the edge of the sheets. He doesn’t need to open his eyes to feel the heat rising in your cheeks, knowing all too well how easily he can fluster you with nothing but a smug, well-timed comment.

"Still plenty more marks below my hips, if you're interested," his voice, rich and deep, rumbles through the silence, laced with that insufferable arrogance. You swallow, heat rushing to your face, but you press on, unwilling to let him win so easily this time.

Instead of biting back, you lean in closer, your lips brushing the markings along his chest, moving with a deliberate slowness that draws a low, approving hum from him. He shifts, rolling onto his back, four arms spreading lazily across the bed as if inviting you to explore further. His crimson eyes finally open, four of them watching you intently, the gleam of amusement and something deeper lurking behind them.

"You’re quite the bold one tonight," he mutters, the corners of his mouth curving upward as you press a soft kiss to the center of his forehead, right between the small crown of black markings.

But this time, you don’t let his teasing get to you. Instead, you allow your lips to move lower, down the planes of his shoulders and along the corded muscles of his arms, planting gentle kisses onto the skin he pretends is invulnerable. You know better. You've seen it in the way he never pulls away, how he subtly leans into your touch, like he's soaking up the affection he refuses to ask for.

A low chuckle escapes him, but his taunts have softened, replaced by the steady, rhythmic hum of his breathing, as if the sensation of your lips against his skin is enough to quiet even the King of Curses.

You smile against his skin, feeling a strange sense of accomplishment wash over you. For all his bluster and arrogance, beneath the weight of his ancient power and the cruel smirk that never seems to fade, there’s a man who lets you in. One who lies still beneath your touch, his monstrous form revealing small, fleeting moments of vulnerability that are yours alone to witness.

“Are you just going to sit there, or do you plan to finish?” His voice cuts through the silence again, though it lacks its usual bite.

You chuckle softly, pressing a kiss to the dark, jagged mark on his collarbone. “I didn’t know you were so impatient, Sukuna.”

He growls, but there’s no real anger behind it. "You're pushing your luck, woman."

His four hands find their way to your waist, tugging you closer until you're practically draped over him, face pressed to his chest. It's a rare gesture from him, one he covers with arrogance, but you've come to learn the truth behind his seemingly petulant acts. He may not admit it outright, but this—your warmth, your closeness—is what he craves more than anything.

"You could stay like this all day," you tease, your voice muffled against his chest, your fingers tracing patterns along the marks that wind over his skin.

A low hum vibrates through his body, and he shifts, one of his arms snaking up to cradle the back of your head. "If you're so eager to remain in bed, I won't stop you."

You snicker, but it dies down into a soft sigh as you nestle further into him. His warmth surrounds you, the strange comfort of his presence pulling you deeper into the cocoon you've created. He may not say it, but you know—this, too, is how he shows he cares. Even if he would never dare utter the words.

As your hand rests over one of his, you press a soft kiss to his cheek, surprising him into a rare moment of silence. His gaze locks on yours, and for a heartbeat, neither of you speaks.

Sukuna’s eyes flicker with something unspoken, a fleeting glimpse of the man beneath the curse, and though his smirk quickly returns, the warmth in his eyes remains.

"Careful," he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous, "I might get used to this."

You smile, shifting just enough to press your forehead against his. "Maybe that’s the point.”

I want to show this man what this throat can do

[iiwaijime]

Can you do 🐙💍💐🍺 with Inumaki? 🎀🎀

here u go !! my handwriting is actually much better btw.

yes this is a confession — toge inumaki x gn!reader

wc <1000 || event

cws: swearing, one mention of death threats, gn reader

arranged marriage is not something you particularly adore. thankfully, you're able to pull things around enough for your husband to be your friend, toge inumaki.

he's a bit of a freak but at least he's nice and not like the weird guys from other clans..

totally the type to buy you flowers "for his beautiful spouse xx"

if you remind him it's an arranged marriage he'll be like, so?? it's for show, dude. (it isn't)

after the wedding he goes to yuta's and ugly cries cause you look so perfect and he's literally in love with you

he leaves colourful sticky notes around the house with cute messages; "what a nice friend!" you think at first

it feels weird to actually fall for him after the two of you get married

you being as oblivious you are, feel extremely guilty for this "one-sided" thing

you start regarding him completely differently

has he always looked this good in everything

he lets you borrow all his clothes — whatever you want, it's yours from the moment you lay your eyes on it

"if we're a married couple, might as well let you have the perks too."

text to speech is a godsend

one night the two of you are lying in bed (with an awkward amount of space between the two of you) when you're overcome with an unusually high amount of guilt. you roll over onto your side to look at him. he's still awake, staring outside at the stars. before you can say anything, he types something out on his phone — really fast — and gives it to you. the bright light hurts your eyes, and you have to squint to read the words.

shootimg star mkae a wisj

your eyes trace the stars path as you murmur a wish, propping yourself up on one elbow to get a better look. inumaki looks detached, distant as he — you assume — makes his wish, too.

"what did you wish for," says the monotonous voice of the text to speech app.

"i can't tell you," you reply. "my wish won't come true that way."

he shakes his head obstinately.

"it's just us here, so it's fine," says text to speech.

"i wished for you to get your happily ever after," you confess finally. "i took away any hope you had of a proper relationship, and—"

"shut the fuck up," the monotone voice tells you, and toge is scrambling up to switch the lamp on and scribble something on one of the post-its from the pile that you consistently keep refilling every day. he shoves it unceremoniously into your hands, and it takes all of thirty seconds for the words to register in your brain.

"what the fuck, are you serious right now?"

he grins awkwardly at your reaction, not knowing if it's a positive response or not, but then a moment later, it all becomes clear.

timeskip :3

tysm for reading n following !

love,

hyena

[allurilove]

A day in the life as Henry

Synopsis: Henry hated his father and his friends. He hated it even more when you left on a trip, and he was now stuck with four men that knew nothing on how to take care of a tyrant-like toddler, like him.

*This is just a short drabble of Henry! Henry is the readers child, and he’s the son of yandere husband! The new yandere fic will come out around thursday, and this is something I made on the spot lol.*

Henry found it odd when he was fed his favorite foods two nights in a row. He hadn’t seen a single broccoli in sight, or even that horrendous cabbage salad his father forced him to eat. It was all delicious fish with skin cooked to a crisp, then slathered in the green sauce made with fresh herbs. He was even allowed to eat whatever he wanted at any given time. It was slightly suspicious behavior, and he started to look back at the times he had done something good.

Let's see... he made a fuss when his father bathed him, cried when his father tried to joke around with him and put suds on his hair, and Henry ran around the house butt naked because he refused to put on his little star onesie. But, he did help his mother when she was gardening. One good thing he did for his mother completely outweighed all the bad with his father. So, they must have been rewarding him for being a good boy.

He opened his mouth when you fed him his favorite dessert next, and the moment he tasted the sweet applesauce, he gulped it down. He was too busy savoring the flavor to notice the look you shared with his father.

Henry rubbed his tired eyes as he finally woke up. He felt like he had been sleeping for hours and hours without end, and his body refused to get up. Henry hadn’t eaten this much before, but then he remembered his parents had used the same tactics before, and he had woken up at the doctor’s office. He couldn’t exactly say no to food, as you made it with love each time! You had definitely done this on purpose, and he was upset that he had fallen for it, and gotten into a food coma.

Damnit! He’s been bested, again!

Henry pushed the covers off him, his feet then landing on the ground as he pushed himself off his bed. He then huffed and puffed as he ran as fast as his little legs could carry him. The toddler was about to give his father a piece of his mind and make him feel guilty for getting his guard down. He wondered what was going to happen this time. Was he going to the hospital? Was he about to be replaced by that damn dog his father had been ogling for the past week? He reached the corner and saw a little glimpse of your suitcase walking out of the door. His eyes widened immediately, his brain finally putting the last piece of the puzzle together, and it felt like his whole world came crashing down.

You whispered in his father's ear all the time when Henry was around, your eyes glued to the computer screen, and when he swore he saw you buying plane tickets, you denied the allegations. You lied to him. You teamed up with his worst enemy (his father) and betrayed him.

You were leaving.

The child couldn't believe it! He knew his father needed you as much as he did, and there he was, letting you freely walk out of the house without a single look back! How could you be so heartless? He had expected that type of behavior from his dad, but not from you.

“Nooooo!” Henry whined as he rushed up to the now closed front door. He heard the lock slide into place and started to bang his fists on the wood. “Come back! You forgot to bring me with you!"

How was he supposed to survive with just his father to rely on? Who was he supposed to cuddle at night? Surely, you didn’t expect him to hug a man whose body was hard as stone and who barely had the decency to pat his back to help him go to sleep! His father paled in comparison to you. There was no competition anyway; you were number one in Henry's eyes.

Even though you told Henry to never swear again, he felt like his whole body was about to explode into exploitatives!

“You big fat poopy jerk!” Henry cursed as he started to tug at his father’s hair. It had only been a single day since you left, and he was already on edge. He had been fighting with his father since that morning, refusing to listen to anything he had to say. It all felt irrelevant. The only person Henry really listened to was the person who had just walked out of his life!

"Henry, please!" his father tried to hold the toddler back, but Henry's hands kept grabbing at any hair he could reach. Using his thumb and index finger, Henry pulled on his father's eyebrows for good measure, even twisting them and plucking a couple of strands.

"Ow! That hurts!" the older man winced at his own son's grubby hands. “Get him off, get him off!” yandere husband roared in pain.

Yandere husband's friends stood there in shock from the petulant display. They had never seen a toddler so feisty like Henry, and they didn't know what to do. Their eyes followed them as the two started to tussle in the living room. Henry's toys were still scattered about, and yandere husband tripped on one of the trucks. He howled in pain as the hard plastic object jabbed into his shin. Henry continued to squirm and kick, his face red with frustration. His determination to defy his father was unmatched, fueled by a mix of anger and sadness from your departure.

"Applesauce! Bring me the damn applesauce!"

It took four packets to calm Henry down, and with each sip, yandere husband could see his son's eyelids start to droop. Yandere husband groaned and rubbed his face to soothe the aching feeling, and soon he heard his son happily snoring away.

Henry had spent the rest of the week begrudgingly warming up to the fact that he was stuck with his father and his little group. He woke up, rubbed his eyes, and finally slept in his own room for once. His father came by around 8 am, and Henry let the man pick him up, resting his cheek on his father's shoulder. Henry was then placed into his highchair, where he watched as the four men tried to fulfill his needs.

One man was gently wiping the crumbs off Henry's face, another scooped up the peas on his plate and fed them to him, and a third fanned the kid as the temperature started to rise, while his father cooked the rest of his meal. Henry preferred this treatment, being doted on as if he were royalty.

After he finished breakfast, his father brought him back to his room and picked out his outfit for the day: a Polo Bear Cotton Jersey Tee paired with his trusty blue overalls. His father then combed his hair with his fingers, applying a bit of gel here and there, followed by applying sunscreen. And of course, his father couldn't help himself and gently pinched at his chubby cheeks.

Henry and his father went to the park, where kids around his age liked to play. The toddler mostly played on his own as he wasn't ready to socialize yet. Plus, it was scary to put himself out there. Deep down, Henry was terrified of a lot of things. He picked up his tiny purple shovel, digging away at the sand, and he noticed a shadow appeared above him. He expected it to be his dad, but the silhouette was too small. Henry slowly lifted his head, his brow quirked when he noticed a girl staring at him. She carried a green sandcastle bucket in her hand and seemed mostly interested in the shovel Henry was using.

She hadn't said anything, but Henry could tell she wanted it. His shovel was pretty cool. It wasn't a plain beach toy, it had glitter on the handle, and it was in the shape of a crocodile. Unsure of what else to do, Henry handed her the shovel. Her hand reached out eagerly to take it.

"Um… would you like to play with me?" Henry asked tentatively, his heart thumping as he hoped he wouldn't be rejected. His eyes quickly glanced down, and his face turned a light shade of pink. He felt almost embarrassed to even ask that question.

"Sure," the girl in front of him nonchalantly shrugged, sitting down next to him. "Would you like to build sandcastles with me?" She had a slight teasing smile on her face, her posture relaxed and carefree as she already picked up a good amount of sand with his shovel.

"Sure!" :)

[visionsofmagic]

— how loud they are. ✷ mk1 edition. | part 1.

LOUD.

— nsfw content is under the cut! just a drabble. hope it is canon correct. also, wanted to make this two part because wanted to publish this before a request work, so here we are. enjoy! part 2; kung lao, syzoth, raiden, kenshi, shang tsung [so far]. [main master.]

tomas, kuai liang, bi han, johnny cage, liu kang

TOMAS. he would keep his voice to himself at the beginning of your relationship, however, over time, he will get confident and he will never hold himself back from showing how good you feel as he uses his voice, words, and sounds. he will be still shy yet he knows he should not hide how weak he is around you. he will become so loud that it’s hard to cum by just how cute he sounds. he will moan shamelessly, yet have a bit of redness on his face, worshipping you even and begging- it takes a few seconds until he’s down bad for you.

“mmmhhp! oh, yes, yes, my beloved, please - need more - ohhhh! more, mor - mhhhp! so good to have you - so gooood!”

KUAI LIANG. his loudness can change from time to time, whether he is the one who is a mess or you who is being a pathetic one by him and his cock. he will stay a bit silent when it comes to fucking you rough, yes he will still growl, and leave low moans but he will be louder when you take control, making him weak on the knees, hotness in his body is not there because of his ability, no, it will be there because of you and how easy you take shameless sounds from him.

“oh my - you have no - aggh - idea how much you make me weak, right? baby, I - ohhhh fuu - I love you so muuch - agh, will cum because of how good you’re making me feel!”

BI HAN. he stays quiet except for talking dirty, humiliating, teasing - will praise you if you do good, will accept how good you feel if it’s a lucky day because the man doesn’t want to break by anyone yet you’re so different, different than anyone else because you can really make him, the grandmaster, swear underneath his breath, sweating and can’t help but moaning lowly into your ears - growling from time to time as if he’s a beast and your his special hunt.

“fuuck! pretty baby, have no fucking idea how much pleasure I, your grandmaster, get by fucking you. aggh - fuck! feel so good to see you making a mess on my cock like this slut.”

JOHNNY CAGE. he will never stop talking, so, he would not like to keep his voice only to himself either, especially when you make him see starts, reaching the climax - the highness he has never had before you - not even seeing outworld for the first time had this effect on him, no, you’re something else and he promises that he will never hold back when it comes to you, and that includes literally worshipping you, moans, lewd voices, begs never leaving his mouth.

“shiiit baby! fuuuuuck you feel amazing! please baby give me more - need more, fuuuuck! pussy is tightening around my cock that you literally swallow it - ahaha - feel that baby? ‘s all you!”

LIU KANG. god of fire has great control over his body which allows him to stay calm and steady even in the most challenging situations. however, it all disappears in the air with a puff when he has you - exposed, giving yourself to him, and in return, making the god of fire a mess - literally, a mess who is doing all the things he never expected himself to do; moaning loudly without shame, talking so openly with the highness he feels, being on his knees and begging for you. so, he is likely to be as loud as you in bed, wanting you how you affect him in all good ways by being loud enough to make his voice echo inside your mind as he fucks you into oblivion.

“oh my y/n, my love, such beauty that I am so weak before you! please - one more, pretty girl, please, give me one more - you can do it - mhhpp! I can earn it. pretty - ohhh!”

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[yup-thats-me]

—houses and homes • N. Kento

pairing: Nanami Kento x wife!reader

summary: Nanami's son wonders the difference between a house and a home.

“Dad, what’s the difference between a house and a home?” The five-year-old boy asked his father as the duo walked towards their car from the grocery store.

For a minute, Nanami looked at his son with surprise. “Where did you learn that from, kiddo?”

The boy skipped along his path, replying nonchalantly. “Well, I have heard people say ‘My house is big,’ but not ‘My home is big’. Just wondering.”

Nanami patted the boy’s hair lovingly. The two got into the car and while he was putting the seat belt over his son, a thought made him smile to himself. Kids sure grow up fast, don’t they? It only seems like yesterday that Nanami met the boy’s mother, Y/n while he was returning from his corporate job and had helped her to catch the thief who was running away with her purse.

But now that he looks back at it, he did not need to help Y/n at all. She had the situation well under control with the way she threw her high heel at the thief like the badass she is. Nonetheless, Nanami is grateful that he had punched the dude and got Y/n’s purse and heel for her. It was for that that Y/n asked him for a friendly date as a payback. But after that day, Kento was not able to get Y/n out of his mind for weeks. When he finally saw her buying some flowers near his workplace, he had asked for her to a formal date and got her number.

Looking back, it's been over eight years and the two are still going strong. After being together for three years, Kento realized he had to give Y/n his last name or he would die, and he did make Y/n L/n to Y/n L/n Nanami. That was the best day of his life, the second being the birth of his darling boy.

While driving, Nanami pointed out several houses on the street. Some big, some small, some mansions and so far and so on. “Those are houses, my boy,” Nanami said as he parked in the parking lot in front of their house. Nanami opened the door, setting the bags on the table. The boy helped too to carry some less heavy bags.

The two then made their way to the boy’s parent’s room where Y/n was laying on their bed, using her phone.. Upon hearing the door open, she set the device down and opened her arms inviting the two warmly for an embrace.

With a smile, Nanami came forward but not before their son who seized his father’s opportunity and nestled between his parents. Y/n giggled at her son’s action before placing a kiss on Nanami’s lips.

“And this, is a home.” Nanami whispered to his son softly.

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[nottsangel]

art would be eating you out but patrick gets jealous and they both fight to eat you out 🤗🤗

warnings: smut 18+, oral sex (f. receiving)

“fuck, right there! feels so good, art” you moaned as you ran your fingers through art’s blonde locks. his hands were pushing your legs further apart while he sucked on your clit so expertly, making you arch your back.

from your peripheral vision, you noticed patrick’s knee bouncing up and down, his painfully hard erection clearly visible in his pants as well as a wet patch forming on the fabric from precum. you promised he would get his turn after art, but with each passing second, it became increasingly difficult for patrick to just sit still and watch while soft moans left your pretty lips— it was torture.

“i can’t fucking take this anymore.” patrick muttered under his breath as he abruptly rose to his feet and marched towards the both of you before getting on his knees next to art and bumping his shoulder into art’s, causing him to stumble to the right. “what the fuck are you doing?” art snarled as he pushed patrick back with both his hands on his chest right when patrick was about to bury his head between your thighs. he tumbled backwards, giving art enough time to move his head to your cunt once again and pick up where he left off.

you smirked while observing the scene happening right between your legs, but without interfering as you let the boys fight for you. “just— let me join” patrick urged as he tried to squeeze his head between art’s and your left thigh, forcing himself to your dripping cunt. you grasped the sheets when you felt both their tongues eagerly against your pussy, fighting for dominance as you simultaneously felt their wandering hands all over your body.

the pleasure kept building, feeling as if you were in heaven with your right hand running through art’s blonde hair and your left through patrick’s curly locks. both of them occasionally made eye contact with you, causing your heart to skip a beat as they moaned into your core, the vibrations adding to the immense pleasure you were experiencing. “so fucking good, oh my god”

it was so fucking messy— saliva running down their chins mixed with your juices as they were fully making out with each other at this point. it became too much when one of them—you don’t even know who— pushed two fingers into your dripping hole before curling them up so perfectly, hitting your g-spot in no time and sending you over the edge.

“oh— oh my god, i’m coming— fuck!” a string of curse words left your lips as you firmly pulled both of their hair and arched your back, a wave of pleasure overtaking you as your eyes fluttered shut.

you slowly came down from one of the most intense orgasms you’ve had in a long time, your chest heaving up and down before slowly opening your eyes again, gazing down as both of their wide eyes stared up at you with mouths agape.

“fuck, that— that was so hot.” art stammered, shaking his head as he let out a chuckle. he then looked to the side, seeing patrick’s flushed face before gazing down at his crotch, the wet patch significantly more prominent, causing art’s smile to grow even wider. ���did you just cum in your pants?” “can you blame me?”

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[cherrynflowergarden]

watch my boyfriend|| matt sturniolo

an hiiii it's 3.12 am while i post this heh how are y'all im super disappointed rn so enjoy a cute little piece to make up for the disappointment :')

tagged; @t1llysblogs [let me know if any of you want to be tagged in my works]

warm air blew through her hair as she sat in the backyard. she was totally bored out of her mind. her boyfriend- matt was in the house doing good knows what. suddenly an idea stuck through her.

she had recently seen the trend where one person asks their followers to watch their partner. and she had to do this with matt.

going inside the house, she spotted matt quietly cutting some apples. opening her camera, she went beside him and kept her phone against a jar. quickly pressing the record button she said "hey guys can you watch my boyfriend for a second?" pressing a small kiss to her boyfriend's cheek she ran away from there, leaving a very confused and awkward matt.

matt knew he was socially awkward. and this moment added more proof to it. giving the camera a small wave and hello, he countinued chopping the apples. feeling bad for not entertaining his girlfriend's followers, he started talking.

"i was just chopping some apples for y/n/n so she could snack on them later. woman loves her apples more than me. anyways how are you guys doing? would you like some apple juice? y/n/n loves it too much!"

saying the last line he pushed a box of apple juice towards the screen. growing awkward again he started munching on the cut apples while wondering where on earth his girlfriend is.

"was he good? thanks for watching him guys." said a sudden voice. she was about to end the video when matt grabbed her from behind and continuously kissed her cheek. giggling at her boyfriend's behaviour, she ended the video. "babyyyy i missed you. look i even cut apples for you." was the last thing the video captured.

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊

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user2

@/user1 could be us but you busy cheating

→ user1 GIRL WHAT I'M LITERALLY IN THE LIVING ROOM HOW CAN I CHEAT????

→ user2 you cheated in my dreams CHEATER😾😾

→ user1 goodbye

user3

came for yn and matt stayed for user1 and user2

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user4

he sold me drugs yn 😖

→ yourusername believable 😖

user5

he stole my phone yn 😖

user6

he kidnapped my grandma yn😖

→ yourusername AGAIN??? 🙀🙀

user7

he bullied me yn 😖

user8

they're so cute🎀

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user3

GOD HAS FAVOURITES

user5

THE AGRESSIVE CHEEK KISSES OMG ME WHEN 😭🩷

user9

sleeping on the railway tracks tonight

user10 i'm joining

user10

i hate happy couples 🔥🔥🔥💯💯💯

mattsturniolo

🩷🌷

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mattsturniolo

the comments are concerning 😟

user13

block me pls🙏🙏

user14

they're so pookies🎀🎀

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[cornenhapovs]

♡゙  :  Glasses  𓈒      📹  ？

|| pairing : Jake Sim x yn || contains nsfw || not proofread ||

© @cornenhapovs ── all rights reserved. do not copy, translate, alter, or repost my work.

There's just something about your boyfriend's glasses looks that leaves you breathless and sometimes ....wet too ... These days Jake's been wearing it more often. Unknowingly or maybe knowingly ?? As if he had heard your subconscious desires . But what you don't know is that he himself is a Sucker of you seeing in glasses too . Rather HIS GLASSES . Large frame covering half of your face , sitting just above your cute nose and those round eyes which gleams upon seeing him everytime . If you tell him you are gonna put his glasses on when you both are giving sex , best believe he is having hard time in keeping it in his pants . He has to shut his eyes when you finally take him in your mouth . The look on your face ; you wearing his glasses and occasionally peeking through them while sucking him off is too much to bear ....

"Let me give you a break " he tells you , pulling out his cock from your mouth . " I know baby " he coos when you whine at the loss of his cock . You want him inside . He grab your chins and started stroking his cock faster when white rope of cums shooted straight to your glasses painting it white and shiny ... You went to wipe it off but jake holds your hands and said " Good girl , Now you look like you are totally mine " .

♡ @chaconnenha @wonryllise @angel1kisses @heesbaby @021894s @teddyseong @enmi-land ♡

[lvndosnorris]

🍒anon

how about lando letting his girl be on top for the first time ??? luv u

🍒 you've made my inbox so happy — sending you kisses

it was perhaps the fourth, fifth, time you'd slept together before you swallowed your nerves and asked lando if you could be on top this time. almost immediately you felt a wave of embarrassment, the urge to bury your head in your hands and pretend you hadn't uttered a word became overwhelming as you tried to inspect how your newish boyfriend was going to react.

the position you were in had already formed that all-too familiar knot in your stomach — sat in his lap as his blunt fingernails dug into the bare flesh of your thighs. for a split second he thought he misheard you, only realising what exactly you'd proposed when you ducked your head to finish tracing your forefinger over his collarbones. you couldn't stop your babbling, even when you tried; "it's just— i'd hate for you to think that you always have to do all the work, especially because i know how much you enjoy it and— lando stop making this awkward!"

he'd only be able to shut you up by gripping your cheeks, squeezing them together gently as he raised his eyebrow in a manner of are you finished yet? and lando wasn't entirely sure on how to respond: simply catching your lips with his as you shuffled that little bit closer, whining almost pathetically into his mouth as he tilted his head back, letting your tongue slip further against his. it was a messy kiss, a heated one laced with urgency as he felt the blood rush to where your bodies were connected.

you were thankful that he was pressed against the headboard, the wooden piece offering leverage as you lifted your hips just enough for you to bunch his shirt up onto your waist and lando to kick his boxers between the sheets. he couldn't take his eyes off you, even if he tried, enthralled with the way you tucked your bottom lip between your teeth as you nudged yourself against his tip, "just go slow, yeah? don't want my girl to hurt herself."

his words offered solace as you strangled back a whimper, barely able to lift your chin from your chest as lando's hands cupped the back of your thighs for support. the angle was different — one that made your cunt stretch in a new way, the pounds of your heart drowning out any mewls that left your mouth as you pushed him further inside of you.

it was lando who stopped you halfway down his length, his forehead scrunched as his sight became impeded by a strand or two of his hair. it was picturesque: the way his biceps flexed as he held you tightly, a sheen of sweat coating his skin as he dropped his vision to where he had disappeared inside of you. his moans were incoherent, a mixture of fuck and your name as he guided your movements, only letting you sink deeper when he heard the way you drawled out your pleads.

mouths clashing he concealed your quiet whines of pain, his tip kissing your cervix in a way that you'd never felt before. his lips didn't leave your, hungrily attached as you languidly rocked your hips, hands clung onto the back of his head as you pulsated around him. lando's hands trailed from the curve of your ass to between your legs, the wetness that coated his fingers earning a groan as he thumbed at your clit — the pleasure surging through your veins as you listened to him groan, neither of you set on cumming anytime soon in fear the euphoria would end too quickly.

[blueberrybeomgyu]

we need more sub anton from you you just get him like …….

I JUST GET HIM?! anon...kiss me 🤭🤭🤭 hm let's do a sub!anton drabble ♡

+:*﹤warnings : 18+ mdni, blowjob/a lil bit of facefucking

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

anton who…

would struggle cumming :( he's easily stressed and this takes a toll on his body. it's hard for him to relax, but luckily he has you!! you always know how to make him feel good

ofc, he tries to get himself off but it just gets him more frustrated and upset, his cock hanging helplessly in his sweats when he knocks on your bedroom door. maybe he doesn’t even say anything, just comes to you with this pitiful expression. he’s a bit shy about it, not wanting to bother you but it hurts so bad

you know that look in his eyes well, so you pat the spot beside you on your bed, closing your laptop to give him your whole attention ♡

he accepts the invitation with a small pout, almost begrudgingly, but inside he's so relieved, grateful that you just get him, that you have time for him and don't judge him

you like to ask him what's wrong, why he's so upset, just to see his cheeks get even more flushed while trying to say embarrassing words

his shy demeanor doesn’t last long; soon he's holding your head in place as you run your tongue along his length. his hips twitch hesitantly, but you flick your tongue across his slit repeatedly and he can't hold himself back, full-on fucking into your mouth, noises raspy and desperate

"sso goo- mm, fuck-- need it so b-bad" he whines, and he's the type to try to be quiet at first, but you break him down easily, being egged on by his pathetic noises

when you pinch at his inner thigh and run your fingers over his balls, he's tensing harshly, body stiff and voice catching in a choked-off groan as he finally cums, a few tears escaping his eyes at the relief he feels

as you wipe the stray tears away, he's looking at you in awe, timidly asking if you guys can keep going, cause he feels a bit better, but he's still so hard

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

a/n : lmk any tags i should add <3

edit : guys i tried to add cute little photos to this but they wouldn't crop right </3 maybe cause it's an ask?

[iiwaijime]

robinhill streamer au where robin is a pretty popstar who streams on the side and boothill is an insane gamer who swears 24/7

one day boothill accidentally clicks on one of robin's ads while doing something on stream and BAM he discovers a whole new world

he watches every stream, merch starts appearing in the backdrop [he buys it shamelessly], they even meet on one of those streamer vs streamer shows

there's just something about boothill too, that enamours robin in a way that nothing has before

maybe it's because they're so different, maybe it's because she's always gotten what she wants until now, because how can she possibly have this crazy cowboy ?? streamer ???

who also dresses like a complete slut [/pos] by the way have yall even seen the jacket. and the pants.

and wtf would sunday say?? and her fanbase too! [unless...]

sorry chat the brainrot took ahold of me for a bit..