#🍓.asks

[cwilb]

Doodle request: C!bee just being happy together. Micheal optional but appreciated

yay ❤️ pretend i didnt forget stuff im eepy, click for better quality tumblr hates gay people

[taegimood]

subby gamer nerd soobin whining while you suck him off under the desk,,

he’s not allowed to cum until he wins butttt he can’t exactly focus on the game while you’re down there

BERRIE YOU BETTER BE CAREFUL WITH WHAT YOU UNLEASH FROM WITHIN ME GRRRRRR SNARL SNARL BARK GRRRRR

you’re feeling bored and mischievous and horny so what better way to entertain yourself than to torture your hot loser boyfriend ??

he’s glued to his gaming chair going up against beomgyu (you can tell from the screams on the other end of his headset) and he already knows EXACTLY what you’re up to when you slide yourself under his desk poor soob this ain’t the first time this has happened eyes widening as he quickly mutes his mic and goes “b-baby please, n-not-“ but he’s choking on his words the second your hand starts sliding up his jittery thigh and he knows that that’s it, he’s done for.

“lift your hips.” you order, and he swallows hard as his eyes flicker down to you nervously, but he obeys anyway as you slide his sweatpants and boxers down, lowering yourself dangerously close to his hardening cock.

“baby-“

“you can’t cum until you win for me, soobin.”

he groans, whether out of frustration or arousal or both; you’re taking your sweet time teasing your fingertips along his inner thigh and soobin knows there’s no escape when you finally slide your hand around his cock and squeeze.

he whimpers, bottom lip tugged between his teeth as he idles frozen over his keyboard, cheeks red and gaze flitting between you and the screen, beomgyu calling out to him confusedly through the muted headset.

you smirk as this gives you an idea.

“mic on, baby. don’t want gyu getting suspicious or anything, hm?”

he gapes at you, eyes widening. “what?! n-no! i-i can’t, he’s gonna-“

“mic. on.”

he swallows hard. his eyes are glued to you, cock fully hard now in your hand, his breath staggering at your commanding tone.

wordlessly he reaches up and presses the button.

“good boy,” you whisper.

soobin is already melting.

“now keep playing, hm? remember what i told you?”

he nods quickly, forcing himself to tear his eyes away from you and back to the screen, stammering out a rushed apology to beomgyu with some lame excuse that his friend definitely would’ve caught on to if he only cared enough, and you smirk to yourself as you start to pump your hand up and down.

you’re impressed by your boyfriend’s resolve over the next few minutes, but unfortunately for him, that just isn’t your goal today.

soobin inhales sharply when your warm lips close around his tip.

he clears his throat, leg bouncing nervously, and as you take him deeper you can tell how desperately he’s already trying to hold back.

the next 15 minutes are agonizing for soobin as you suck and stroke him to the edge and back, over and over again, his gasps and moans played off as frustration over the game that he cannot get himself to fucking win, his concentration breaking the further he falls apart under your touch.

“soobin hyung!!! what is wrong with you? why are you being so weird right now??”

you giggle at the sound of beomgyu’s complaints.

“i mean i know that i’m better than you in every possible way, but you normally put up more of a fight than this.“

“j-just- just shut up and l-lose already.”

soobin’s face is flushed, breathing labored, abdomen clenched tight as he grits his teeth, eyes pleading as the filthy wet sounds you’re causing fill his room and god, hopefully NOT beomgyu’s.

his throbbing cock is covered in your spit and his own pre-cum as he tips his head back against the chair, jaw going slack as you suddenly deepthroat him - his thighs tensing up as you pull off just as quickly when you think he’s too close for your liking.

he groans out in frustration, fingers slamming down on the keys with a new vigor as the next round starts, and beomgyu’s cackling remark of “you sound like you’re fighting for your fucking life,” couldn’t be closer to the truth as your boyfriend lets out something between a gasp and a moan at the speed that you suddenly start pumping him with.

this time you don’t stop, your hands and your mouth working him all at once, his hips bucking and twitching in his seat and breath coming out in short, aching gasps -

“fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck- FUCK!!!! YES!!!! FINALLY!!!!”

you’re momentarily shocked at the sudden outburst, beomgyu’s protests and the game’s chiming “you win!” quickly swept into the background as you’re suddenly being pulled up and tossed onto soobin’s bed before you can even blink.

his lips desperately find yours in an instant, clothes coming off in record time, and he’s moaning before he’s even touched you as he lines himself up with your already-soaked entrance - “please, please, please, need it so bad, need to come, fuck-“

“fuck me, baby. you earned it.”

without a moment’s hesitation he’s thrusting into you desperately, moaning and whimpering in relief, face buried in your neck as he fucks you into the mattress and through his own orgasm, still hard as he keeps going, so overstimulated but he just can’t bring himself to stop.

and of course neither of you pay any attention to the game’s background music still carrying on; and of course, neither of you pay any attention to the fact that in soobin’s lust-clouded rush, he forgot to end the call with his best friend, and beomgyu’s shock morphs to guilt before it turns quickly into something else.

laying back in his gaming chair desperately getting himself off to the sound of his best friend fucking his girl wasn’t a position that beomgyu ever thought he’d find himself in — but it’s a secret that he swears he’s gonna take to the grave.

…or is it?

[wileys-russo]

https://www.tumblr.com/wileys-russo/753695268809162752/its-giving-alba-and-fresa?source=share

could we pleaseeee get a litle fic about this 😭

the void masterlist

the roadtrip (before the void blurb) II a.putellas

if there was anything your mami was a sucker for, it was family traditions, especially after your papi passed away, believing they would make the four of you closer together.

so every boxing day when you were all exhausted and still bloated full of copious amounts of food you'd pile into the car together and drive six hours to your tio's house to spend a couple of days before you'd return to barcelona for new years.

the drive had always been, interesting, to say the least with the four of you cooped up in a car together for so many hours and as little breaks or stops as eli could manage.

alexia and alba had both begged to take a plane, offering to even pay for the tickets which would shorten the trip to only fifty five minutes and give the luxury of being able to stretch your legs and use the bathroom at will.

but though they'd asked for years, they'd been shot down each time with a firm shake of the head and a warning look from eli when they tried to argue their point further, giving up with defeated groans and going back to packing.

you however loved the journey, you loved the view, the snacks, the talking, story telling. but as your sisters grew up they became less interested in these things and more in their headphones, naps or books which left you normally bored and restless since eli had to focus on the road.

you always sat in the back, on the right behind eli while alexia always rode up front, alba sat behind her begrudgingly as every year she'd lose the battle for the coveted front seat.

"maybe next year hermana." alexia would smirk after easily yanking alba out of the seat she'd just camped out in for a half hour before you were due to leave in hopes this might clench it for her, eli dismissing the argument with a wave of her hand.

the first few hours were normally civil, with everyone in a halfway decent mood still riding out the high of the holidays there was lots to discuss, mostly whatever scraps of family drama and gossip alba managed to find out as she moved from seat to seat around the table during christmas dinner.

then you'd all stop briefly, just to use the bathroom and be bribed with snacks at a rest stop.

"aquí pequeña." alexia mumbled with a mouthful of food, tossing you whatever candy or snack you'd requested, often a couple of extra than you'd normally be allowed which you knew well enough to hide before eli got back to the car as your eldest sister gave you a wink and motioned to zip her lips before she did her seat belt back up.

though after the rest stop was usually when the cracks started to show.

"oh for me? gracias fres!" alba gasped sarcastically, swiping the packet of sweets from your hand as you frowned and reached for them back, held off easily with her hand against your forehead.

"give it!" you huffed, only seven years old so regrettably with arms not long enough to snatch back whatever snack the seventeen year old had snaked from you.

"what? you don't know how to share with your hermana?" your sister teased, tipping half the packet into her mouth as you gasped and pushed harder against her hand much to her amusement. "you didn't ask!" you fiddled around with your own seat belt before it finally clicked undone.

letting out a cry you lunged at her, scratching and clawing, alexia having tuned you both out cluelessly with her earphones shoved in and sunglasses dropped over her eyes.

"give it!" you grunted, stood up on the seats and trying your best to get the much taller girl into a choke hold. "just take it then." alba grinned, still easily holding them out of your reach as you jumped on top of her right as eli slid inside.

"oye! basta ya!" the older woman warned, reaching over to smack both of you on the leg right as you sunk your teeth into alba's hand and she yelled, shoving you back into your seat as your back thumped into the door.

"don't push her!" alexia finally decided to pull one of her earphones out as alba kicked her seat, her own head whipping around as she leaned over to punch your other older sister in the thigh.

"all of you! stop!" eli yelled right as alba leaned forward to retaliate and your leg shot out to kick into her ribs, causing her to drop your candy which you scrambled to snatch back, groaning when most of it had now been eaten or dropped on the floor.

"mami she bit me!" "mami she took my candy!" "then she punched me!" "mami she pushed the baby!" "i am not a baby!" "you are too!"

after a stern warning and another disagreement between your sisters about taking turns in the front seat, alexia winning out with the 'i'm older, taller and i need the leg room' argument, you were back on the road and all in a significantly worse mood.

"fresa if a single part of you crosses this line, i will snap it in half." alba warned drawing an invisible line through the middle of the seat in between you as both you and alexia rolled your eyes in sync.

"alba." eli sighed tiredly with a shake of her head, your sister ignoring the warning and crossing her arms, looking out the window as your mami just turned up the radio to try and drown you all out.

of course though with nothing to do but think, it didn't take you long to come up with a loop hole.

for christmas you'd been gifted a clever hand made wooden puzzle from your albuelo, it was linked together with elastics and could be manipulated into almost any shape without breaking or coming apart.

to everyones surprise it was your favourite thing you'd gotten all day, spending the entire afternoon messing about with it, so naturally eli had packed it for you to amuse yourself with on the journey.

grabbing the puzzle out of your bag with a few moves you'd managed to make it into a straight line, around thirty or so centimeters long with all of the pieces locked together like that.

you glanced to the side and smiled noticing alba's eyes had closed as she rested her head on her hand, leaning against the window clearly dozing off. so with the puzzle in hand you crossed the line, poking her a few times with it and quickly pulling it back as her hand tried to snatch it.

"fresa if you touch me again, you die." alba mumbled, eyes still closed as her nostrils flared and your smile widened, waiting a few minutes until she settled again.

*poke, poke, poke*

"what did i say!" your sister shot upright, eyes snapping open as again you yanked the puzzle just out of her grip. "not to cross the line with any part of me or you'll snap it." you parroted.

"sí. so give me your hand i'm gonna break it!" alba growled as you shook your head. "no. my hand didn't cross the line, this did!" you grinned wiggling your puzzle happily.

"well if that crosses the line one more time...its going out the window." your sister warned quietly with a glare before settling herself again.

but of course, growing bored again after a few minutes you didn't listen.

*poke poke poke*

this time you were quick to pull the puzzle away and drop it to the floor where your sister couldn't reach, and without it to follow through on her threat alba hit you instead.

"no no no i'm sorry i'm sorry!" she whispered frantically seeing the tears well up in your eyes and your bottom lip start to wobble. "no no pequeña don't cry!" alba practically begged but by then it was too late as you audibly sobbed first capturing alexia's attention and then eli's.

"fres? nena what's wrong?" alexia turned around right away with a frown, reaching her hand out toward you as you linked your fingers with hers. "alba hit me! it really hurt." you sniffled wiping your nose with your free hand as alexia's eyes flickered to alba whose were wide in fear.

"ale i-" "i am going to kill you."

"alexia!" eli sighed as your eldest sister dropped your hand and lunged, alba curling up into a ball as best she could to avoid the hands lashing out at her as your mami did her best to tug alexia back into her seat.

"stop it! all three of you sit still, no talking, no touching, no moving. dios mío you are giving me a headache and we are barely halfway there!" eli raised her voice silencing all of you as alexia reluctantly settled but not before sending alba another deathly glare of warning and sneaking you a chocolate bar as your eyes lit up.

though as alba caught your gaze to apologize again her own eyes widened as you smiled smugly, tear tracks dried on your face as you happily munched away on your snack and your sisters features hardened and she shook her head.

"diablillo."

around the four hour mark you'd grown bored again, and so had alexia whose music was failing to entertain her anymore as her arm snuck back and tapped your knee.

catching your gaze in the reflection she made a gesture and your face lit up knowing exactly what it meant, another favorite way to pass the time during these trips.

"alba." you kicked her lightly as she hummed and rubbed her eyes, awoken from a nap as she raised an eyebrow in your direction. you began to make gagging noises as she suddenly woke right up and clutched her stomach.

"stop, right now." your sister warned through gritted teeth, alexia catching your eye with a grin and an encouraging nod as you fake retched louder and began to gag.

"stop or i swear-" alba started to warn but as you made a particularly realistic retching noise her face paled and she covered her mouth and blocked her nose, shaking her head.

"fresa." eli warned seriously catching onto what was happening but it was too late as you gagged again and alba cracked. "mami por favor pull over. pull over!" the girl could barely get the words out as eli swore under her breath and quickly pulled to the side, stopping the car.

right as the car stopped moving your sisters door was open and she was rushing to the nature strip, emptying the contents of her stomach as both you and alexia tried to hide your laughter behind your hands.

"they do this every time! voy a mataros a los dos." alba grunted out before alexia gagged this time and she was doubled over again as the pair of you made no move to hide your laughter.

"why are such a bad influence on your hermana? grow up ale!" your eldest sister whined as eli's hand slapped against the back of her head with a loud smack.

"get in the back ya mismo, alba gets the front." eli pointed as alexia sighed but didn't argue, wincing again as eli's hand collected with her back as she did, mumbling under her breath about making it there in time for lunch.

"one more argument and the three of you can sleep in the backyard in a tent, together."

much paler than normal but seemingly steady again alba dragged herself into the front seat as alexia clipped in and patted the middle seat right beside her, both of you ignoring the death threats muttered under the breath of your middle sister.

"vamos fresita, nap time." alexia wrapped an arm around you as you settled into the middle seat and leaned into her, shaking your head.

"i'm not tired." you mumbled, but your sisters fingers threading through your hair and scratching at your scalp had the words sounding much less sure than you'd intended, eyes already starting to close, and within a couple of minutes you were out like a light.

[jenoslutie]

ive been into such a spiral i need 00 line SO BAD RN WTHH all at once!! -🍓

🍓 ANON YOUUUU WANT ME DEADDDDDDDD.

imagine likeeee... jeno - the mean dom who wants to have you crying on his cock. depending on the occasion tho he'd either push the rest of the boys away so he can have you first or let all of them have their turns with you before he has his turn and stretches you out beyond belief. his cock bigger than all theirs and he loves the way you cry for him.

renjun - the unexpected dom. depending on the situation he'd either be really fucking nice or really fucking mean. you're going down on him and throating his whole cock? "you're so good for me baby". you're paying attention to one of the other guys instead of him? “you slut, you love all this attention on you don’t you?”

haechan - the loud switch. he knows what he wants and he’s fucking loud about it. never shuts up for even a second. you’re making him feel good? he’d whine, “fuck baby, you feel so good for me” you’re not paying enough attention to him? almost in tears he’d sob, “touch me, please”. he’s not above begging and it’s fucking hot.

jaemin - the condescending dom. expect a lot of false sympathy. would definitely over stimulate the fuck out of you and be like “aww is it too much for you, pretty?” and smirk as you try to whine and writhe in overstimulation because you and him know damn well he’s not stopping.

together they’d be bordering the line of too much. hands all over you, mouths all over you. haechan going down on you while jeno fucks your face and jaemin and renjun suck on your tits. and just working together to have you completely drunk on pleasure.

[poppy-metal]

BOY BEST FRIEND PATRICK TAKING YOUR VIRGINITY BECAUSE YOU ASKED??? OH I HAVE THOUGHTS

Can imagine him getting all annoyed about all the boys you’ve been hanging out with lately…all these random dates with assholes he KNOWS don’t deserve you…unsure why you even bother with them (you never did before).

It doesn’t help that Art’s supportive of it too, saying you just want to spread your wings. He doesn’t get why it bothers him anyway…

Finally he snaps and asks why, and well you try to brush it off

“it’s nothing patrick”

“just tell me what it is”

“well…”

suddenly it comes out how you just want to get your first time over with and patrick juat goes “ok”

“ok?”

“i’ll do it?”

“what?”

“you said you want to lose your virginity..let me do it”

“patrick…”

“well none of those assholes deserve you in any way”

he actually doesn’t even think he deserves you but its amazing sex. romantic and passionate and overall…you’re left wondering where your relationship with patrick stands

- 🍓

no because you expect it to be quick and easy but he actually takes his time with you - like hes gentle. he even books a hotel room at like, a fancy hotel instead of his shitty dorm because you deserve to be fucked on some real nice sheets on a real nice bed and not his creaky old mattress.

actually takes his time with kissing every inch of you - pressing his lips and tongue in spots you didn't even know could be engorgous zones. like the shell of your ear, the outline of your belly button, he dips his tongue inside, and your stomach shudders. by the time he gets to main event you're already shaking and trembly with pleasure. hes kissed the backs of your knees, your thighs, your pelvis, when his tongue delves between the wet slit of your sex you feel euphoric. his eyes never leave yours as his tongue slowly laps between your parted lips - splayed lewdly by two of his fingers so he can get to the heart of you. runs his tongue in circles around your little clit until you're coming in his mouth, and you didn't think it would feel this good, that he'd take it this seriously, that he'd make it this good for you. tears prick your eyes because hes still kissing you between your thighs.

and you want him so bad. you tell him so and he smiles, but its not his usual cocky side smirk its a genuine smile. "i know. i got you, baby, dont worry."

and you dont. worry, that is. you thought you would. you honestly thought it was be an uncomfortable affair from how stiff and nervous you'd be - you were always the stiff one, next to patrick, the moody girl, the one that had to be coaxed and dragged into having a good time - but you feel like liquid silk. the bed is soft and patricks body is warm and solid over yours and it feels so right to feel his body press against yours. when he licks between your lips you're lax for him, when he nudges your legs apart you spread for him, when you feel the hard pressure against your entrance, you dont resist it. your flesh gives way to his, soft blooms under hard thickness. an empty spot inside of you is slowly filled to the brim.

"god, fuck - you're so perfect. you feel so good - warm little pussy just let me right in, good fucking girl."

the praise lights you up. your fingers slide across his shoulders, feeling the muscles there bunch under his warm freckled skin as he starts to move.

"is this okay?"

legs tighten around his gently swaying hips. heels dig into the indents just above his ass, "yes," you hiss, "yes, dont stop - dont stop -"

"m'not." his mouth is back at your neck, nose skimming just under your sweat slick jaw - every part of you and him is sweaty, but you like it, the heat of your skin sliding, the moisture on his skin, the coarseness of his hair rubbing into your soft belly - "god, its so good. fuck, this is -" he burries his face in your shoulder as his hips lose control.

this is bad, he didn't finish. its bad because hes already addicted to your body wrapped around him. hes fucked loads of girls, but none have hugged his cock quite so sweetly as you. the warm bath of your cunt, milking and squeezing him - your soft body - the give of your cunt - you take him so fucking well.

maybe it's because he already adores you. his anxious little buddy. you dont feel like a buddy though, nothing buddy about the way your hole is gripping his cock. he just means, he already knows you so well, and he likes you, hes protective of you, you know him. the only part of eachother you didn't know was this - the intimate part. and now hes literally inside you, hes your first. and that means something, it means you trust him. it means you want him, on some level.

fuck.

[paradox-the-unimpressed-nun]

🍓Taking matters into your own hands Human!Sick!Muzan x f!Wife!Reader (Not proofread)

🍓◌𓆩☽❀☾𓆪◌

Summary: You just want your husband to show you love and affection

Warning: Smut, Breeding kink, Overstimulation, Oral sex M!Receiving, Shower sex, sub!Muzan Dom!reader, slight orgasm denial, your deranged A/N: I don't usually post nsfw nor do I take nsfw request, then why did I make this? simple, I just really like Muzan. Also I'm still taking non f!reader request, I just made this because I want to. This is my first nsfw post so that’s why it’s ass

You have been married to Muzan for approximately a year now. Despite his sickness, cold demeanor, and occasional outbursts of yelling, you held onto the hope that your marriage would take a turn for the better.

You craved a family with Muzan, hoped to have living prof of your love with a child. However, intimacy between you is scarce having only being intimate on one occasion, your wedding night. You've grown increasingly frustrated with the fact of love in your relationship. Despite your attempts to reignite the spark and deepen your connection, every effort was met with resistance from Muzan, who has even refrained from simple acts of affection like embracing you.

Now you are desperate, his health has been declining and you've still have yet to bare his child. At this point You aren't even concerned if he loves you, you just want him, his body and his child. Tonight you would take matters into your own hands.

＊✿❀❀✿＊

Your movements are filled with a mix of urgency and longing as you hurriedly remove your clothing. You've waited far too long and now, finally, your deepest wishes are on the verge of becoming reality.

You quickly step into the bath, and you see Muzan sitting there, waiting for you. Soap bottle's were places neatly on the ledge beside him. "Y/n what are you waiting for? come in" Startled by being snapped out of your thoughts, your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and you hurriedly make your way towards him.

The water feels unbearably warm, intensifying your nervousness. As you reach for the bottles of soap, your hands tremble, causing you to stumble. Muzan's gaze grows increasingly irritated, and in a fit of frustration, he abruptly grasps your arms. His eyes bore into yours, their coldness piercing your soul. The sound of your name escaping his lips sends a jolt of mixed emotions through your heart. "Just pick it up, Y/n," he says curtly, his voice devoid of warmth. You find yourself whispering an apology, though you doubt he even hears it.

You squirt some soap onto your hands. Gently you grab muzans hair and brush your fingers through his hair, making sure to get the soap all in his hair. Picking up a bowl you pour water on him, making sure you get out all of the soap. One last time you run your fingers through his hair seeing if there is any soap left, there wasn’t any.

Muzan rises from the water and takes a seat on the bath ledge, he looks like a god. However, beneath his stunning exterior, you are reminded of his unpleasant nature, to say the least. You reach for another bottle of soap you assist Muzan in cleaning his skin. Gently and attentively, you apply the soap, rubbing it onto his skin with care. Your hands gaze over his thin arms, moving down to his chest and then lower down to his crotch.

You slowly sit into the way the water, you grab his shaft. A jolt of surprise evident on his face and his cock twitches in your palm. "What are you doing, Y/n?!" Muzan's gaze locks onto you, his eyes widening in astonishment. Your current actions seem to deviate from your usual character, leaving him perplexed. "I'm cleaning you up," you assert confidently, your voice clear and resolute. Your statement carries a sense of purpose and determination, leaving no room for doubt in your intentions. Lowering down to his shaft you lovingly kiss the head, a free hand moves to play with his balls. This causes him to cover his mouth and whimpers -he’s sensitive- you look up at him, Tears begin to well up in Muzan's eyes, on the brink of spilling over.

Again you kiss the head of his cock, immediately after you give a couple generous licks to his pretty pink tip. His cock becomes hard on your tongue, which makes the pool in-between your legs grow. Generously your free hand plays with his heavy balls. Your mouth is skillfully working on pleasuring him while he's near tear filled and struggling to keep his composure, he's failing miserably.

Putting his tip fully into your mouth you slowly lower your self down to his base, he moans as he feels his shaft hit the back of your throat. Tears of pure joy and endearment develop in your eyes, you're thrilled that he's enjoying this.

He places a hand on the back of your neck, encouraging you to continue. straight away you bob your head up and down, you try not to gag on his cock has it hits the back of your throat. Muzan wraps his legs and arms around your head, he's struggling under the sheer pleasure that your lovingly providing him. "Oh-oh God!" he chokes out a sob, in response you fasten or pace. A ring of drool and pre-cum form around your puckered lips, this giving you the sign that he will be cumming soon.

“F-fuck…I’m close!” He was about to release into your mouth but you pull away before he can. His pretty pink cock twitches from the lack of release. Muzan gazes fixates on you while tears fall down his flushed cheeks. The look in his eyes is a look of complete and utter betrayal. Usually such a look was stir up concern in you but this time, his tears are from the deep yearning of wanting a release. “Don’t worry my love, you’ll get to cum soon” you smile ever so softly at him, soon he’ll fill you with his love

You arise from your original sitting position and wipe away the pre-cum from your chin. You seat yourself onto his lap cautious of the amount of weight you put on him. Gripping his cock you line it up to your neglected soaking hole. Straining longly into his eyes all you say is “soon baby, soon”. Finally you lower yourself down onto his perfect member. You both let out a moan how much louder than yours. Your walls squeezes trying to already squeeze him of all of his worth. Your mind is a fog all you can think about is his cock filling your womb up to the brim, telling you how much he’s gonna love seeing you full with his seed.

You slam your lips onto his, shoving your tongue into his mouth while wrapping your arms around his neck. Surprisingly Muzan responds by kissing back, he's a lousy kisser but just the fact that he is returning affection to you makes you melt into him.

He places a hand on your ass and squeezes it, the other deciding to rest on your hip. It's not long before you start to lift your hips, trying to start a rhythm. Soon you find the perfect rhythm your moves are now bold as you start quacking up speed. Muzan throws his back it's just all too overwhelming for him. He struggles to keep his body up as he already feels himself weakening from the pleasure. You feel completely enveloped in his love as you hear him moan and beg for you.

"Aah-Y/n please!" he yells while fat hot tears pour down his puffy cheeks, you hips stop moving abruptly and you lift yourself off of him. A lovely string of pearls connect your dripping pussy to his shaft, your walls try to clutch on his cock but only clutches onto hair. "Please what? use your words my love" your voice is filled with a mixture of longing and determination. You yearn for Muzan to say those words you've been craving for far too long. You'll continue to deny him just how he knowingly denied you until you hear him say it. "p-please..." he has long pause as he struggles to catch his breath "please...let me fuck a baby into you..".

That's all he had to say in order for you to promptly snap your hips back down and riding him like your life depended on it. You didn't even bother to try and hit your sweet spots, just knowing that soon he'll release into you was already sending jolts of unimaginable pleasure to your core. Muzan then suddenly grips your hips with all of his strength and bucks his hips up into you causing you let out a loud moan, he had hit your sweet spot. "fuck! I'm cumming!" Is all that he said before you and him both came. Keeping his promise he spilled hot sticky ropes of cum into your womb.

Tears stream down your cheeks as the realization sinks in—you are on the verge of having the family you have always yearned for. The journey may have been long and challenging, but now it is finally coming to fruition. Determined not to burden your husband with your emotions, you swiftly wipe away the tears that cascade down your face. You want to ensure that he does not worry, focusing instead on the joyous prospect that lies ahead.

Muzan, utterly exhausted, lays down on the floor. The shadows of unconsciousness gradually creeps up on him as he's on the edge of passing out. He's shaken up by the sudden action of you starting to ride him again "I'm sorry, I know its not exactly sexy to do the same position again but it's the only one we can do with your current state!" You gaze down at him, your eyes filled with an intense and unhealthy devotion that borders on obsession. A deranged expression manifests on your face, reflecting the depths of your distorted love for him.

Muzan is completely worn out and drained, so it doesn't take much for him to already be a blubbering mess under you. "goddamn you woman! are you trying to drain me?!" all you do is giggle in response. Muzan's eyes widen with the dawning realization that this will not be the last round, he just continues to lay down and take it.

placing his hand on your tummy as you continue to ride him all you say is "let's shoot for twins"

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A/n: its 3Am rn so sorry if this is ass but I'm exhausted and I can't tell what I'm doing

@ttt0w5 @dumblizardboi @jubilee40 @queenesther996 @scaraza @aoizaraka @lunaeclipsethesimp @nikki-11 @chuuberrysworld

@lovingyeet

Sneak Peak for Yoriichi x reader ←

[fleuraimer]

i NEED to hear your thoughts on reader's arguments with boxer!carmy. what's their first argument about? who usually caves first?

you, anon, are a hero and a scholar and are about to receive the greatest blurb in the history of the the tumblr industry (pls someone understand this reference 😭😭)

BUT IT ALL SERIOUSNESS, this is fucking gold; i love you for sending this.

tw!! ooooohh they get into it yall. carmen being a man (ik, i’m sorry). some suggestive content. happy ending.

bf boxer!carmy and reader fighting!!

concept 1. concept 2. bf boxer!carmy hcs.

ok, so, me thinks bf boxer!carmy and his pretty broad actually argue a lot. so often it teeters just on the edge of being unhealthy. but, they also know each other and realize they’re two petty asf ppl (😭😭). so, even though they argue often, it’s usually over stupid shit, or their little fears (like who was supposed to wash the dishes that night, or how carmy’s profession holds a great deal of power over his life, enough to take it away—

she tries hard not to think about it too much; that argument is a losing game).

if carmy’s being frank, it’s half the reason he’s so fucking obsessed in love with her. she’s feisty—she’s trouble, and carmy’s never been good at staying out of it, even before he was the one starting the fights.

however…

when they fight—oh boy! do they fight.

i’d like to think bf boxer!carmy has a hugeeeee jealousy problem (lil insecure loser ���️🫶🏽), and so that’s usually how their more heated fights begin.

i think their very first BIG fight has to do with a mix of his jealousy issue and the nature of how their relationship came to be.

allow me to set the scene:

so carmy wins the fight against timmy boy (surprise??) and starts talking to his pretty broad, finds out her and timmy aren’t exclusive, just messing around, and takes the green light.

a few weeks go by and everything is going smoothly—you know, the usual, extravagant dates and expensive gifts, lots of pampering and affection from both ends; the rose-hued, honeymoon stage—and carmy invites her as his plus one to some big party/event for his job.

he knocks on the front door of her apartment at 7:15 pm on the dot with a stunning bouquet—baby’s breath and lilies and anemones—of flowers in his right hand. he’s dressed to the nines; a fitted black tux—double breasted, with peak lapels, and slightly high-waisted trousers—and a brown dress-shirt, first thee to four buttons undone (whore 🥸) with a black chiffon, nearly iridescent slip over it that makes that same brown look an earthy, rich green at a swift glance. one gold bracelet, one gold ring for each hand (middle and pinky fingers), his unnecessarily attractive little gold hoop earrings, and a simple gold crucifix hangin’ ‘round his neck.

he raps his busted knuckles against the door with his left hand, and then patiently leans against the frame and awaits the telltale sign of her heels against the hardwood floors.

he counts to seventeen before her front door is swinging open.

the first thing he notices is that smile (that smile, the one she only ever gives to him—not eddie (god forbid), or nacho, or benny, or fucking timmy—just him). pearly whites, with bow and cherry gems (i loveeee teeth gems if my pfp didn’t make that clear), on display, framed by those plump, painted lips—brown liner, blackberry pink lipstick, and a nice, shiny gloss—that never seem to leave his head; burned into his memory, melded to his mind.

his eyes drop to the baby pink toes he’s become far too fond of, the white strap and silver chain of her dior heels placed prettily over top. flits his appraising gaze up to her ankles, the left one wrapped in the anklet he gifted her on their fourth date, a (boxing) glove charm hanging from the gold link. up—up, up, up—they go, trailing the soft ruffles and tedious buttons lining her long sleeve knit dress, hem hitting just at her shin, tight fitting—cinched to her figure—with a swoop neckline that shows off just the right amount of cleavage.

he stops when his eyes find hers again, brown sugar and saccharine.

he pushes off the door frame and steps through, ‘til they’re standing toe to toe and her head is awkwardly bent backward so she can keep eye contact.

“hi, bear,” she chirps, soft and taunting. grins at him while her jewel adorned hands slide up the smooth lapels of his tux.

the left corner of his mouth kicks up into a smirk as he snakes his left arm around her waist, dragging her closer.

his head spins with the scent of cinnamon and evergreen, and he wants to nuzzle in her neck because of it.

“hey, cub,” he rumbles back, and neither of them acknowledge the way she practically melts into her, she just curls her fingers into his lapels, and he tightens his hold on her waist.

she looks at the flowers in his right hand, “those for me?”

carmy turns his head to look at the flowers, lifts his hand with a noisy crinkle to present ‘em to her.

still, he shakes his head, puts on his best poker face and huffs, “nah, i’m taking that real pretty broad down the hall on a date tonight. just dropping in to say ‘hi’.”

her grin drops, face flat, eyes narrowed.

she unfurls her fists from his jacket, starts pushing him away, out from where he came.

“well, since we’ve finished swapping pleasantries—”

this time when he huffs, he’s huffing out a laugh, “i’m kidding. hey, baby, i’m kidding. swear.” he drops the flowers (unimportant; he can get more if she really wants them) to the ground at the side of their feet and wraps his other arm around her waist, crowding her space, barely giving her room to breathe, let alone slip from his grasp.

she wriggles in his hold, still shoving uselessly at his firm chest. “carmen, let go—”

and, well he’s definitely in trouble, but there’s not much to be done about that now, is there?

he takes both her tiny, pounding fists and locks them behind her back in one fell swoop “never. now look at me.”

she looks into the hallway, just over his shoulder, to piss him off.

his eye threatens to twitch.

“look at me, cub. don’t make me say it again.”

she rolls her brown sugar eyes, but does thereafter shift her gaze to look at him. raises an impatient brow.

“i’m sorry for saying that. it was a shitty joke—”

“it wasn’t fucking funny, carm.”

he grunts, “all right. wasn’t funny, i’m sorry, baby.”

she continues to glare at him for another 30 to 45 seconds, but then her shoulders are slumping and her face is scrunching in that cute little pout and she’s whining like a sweet little baby.

“wasn’t funny, bear,” she grumbles, and carmy snickers.

“y’already said that; gimme a kiss.”

she shakes her head, fussy, and now it’s carmy’s turn to raise an impatient brow.

“what was that? speak up, baby.”

“no,” she groans, stomping her foot, trying to free her hands from behind her back, but there’s no way she’s getting out now, not if she wants to act like a brat.

“try again.”

“n—”

he yanks her into his chest, “try the fuck again.”

but when has she ever just willingly rolled over?

“let me go, carmen.”

“give me a fucking kiss, cub.”

—

they show up to carmy’s work gathering an hour and a half late, but who’s fucking fault is that (this, too, is a losing game)?

when they step into the venue together, all eyes immediately fall on them. how could they not?

carmen ‘carmy’ berzatto, the bear, and his new girl.

timothy ‘timmy’ grayson’s ex girl.

they don’t let it phase them, the side eye and poorly disguised whispering, just find their way to their way to the open bar and mingle with their inner circle.

the night quickly descends from business to casual, but that could just be because they were so late. as the older patrons slip out, the inconsequential jazz humming in the background is shut off, and then the ceiling is shaking with the bass of keep it g by asap rocky.

somehow, carmy’s on his second glass of bourbon and his girl just finished her third glass of wine and they’re…tipsy.

it’s not even like the song playing is inherently sexual, at all, really, but carmy’s lips are trailing over the back of her neck, uncoordinated—messy—and his fingers are digging into her hips because the way she’s fucking grinding on him should not be legal.

“god, cub,” he grunts in her ear, rolling his hips back into her.

“mhmm,” she moans in the back of her throat, subdued, swallowed down, and places her hands over his that grip at her like a lifeline. she lets her head fall back, settle in the crook of his neck so she can nose at the hinge of his jaw and suck a pretty hickey there, too.

he fully thrusts into her, the bass of the speakers muffling the too audible slap of their bodies connecting.

she squirms and squeaks, “bear!”

he growls, “what?”

she giggles in the shell of his ear. ���down, boy. i gotta hit the restroom.”

carmy, very reluctantly, lets her slip from his grasp and venture to find the woman’s room. he nurses on another drink—whiskey, this time—but paces himself as he waits for his girl’s return.

that is, until he sees his girl in question talking with timothy fucking grayson. then, he downs the rest of his drink like water and calmly—calmly—walks up to them.

now, if (and this is a very big fucking if) carmen wasn’t being a complete a***** ******* ****** ***** *****, then maybe he would’ve noticed the rather unkempt state of his pretty broad, her soured expression and guarded body language.

he was being a complete redacted though, so he just steps behind her with his chest puffed and his jaw set, just itching for timmy to say something fucking stupid.

and that stupid fucking smirk on his stupid fucking face might scratch that itch just enough to satiate him.

“what’re y’doin’ with my girl, timmy?”

he doesn’t register the way she bristles against him at the term.

my girl.

“just makin’ friendly conversation,” he shrugs, still smirking, and carmy has never wanted his knuckles to split so fucking bad.

“friendly conversation?” he nearly coos back, the condescending, possessive prick. “why don’t y’find someone else to go make friendly conversation with, yeah? fuck off.”

he walks away before timmy boy gets the chance to respond, dragging his girl behind him.

when they make it back to the bar, he finally has the decency to assess his pretty broad. or, hound her, more like.

"what was he sayin' to you? and what the hell were you doin' with him in the fuckin' first place? if he bothers you again you come straight to me, understood?"

he's met with silence.

he frowns, looks down at his girl to find the same expression on her face, and goes to repeat himself. "i said, underst—"

"take me home, carmen."

his frown deepens. he bends in the knee to try and catch her eyes, but she turns her head away as soon as he glimpses her brown sugar irises.

"cub—"

"take me home, carmen. now."

and they've fought, all right? small tiffs here and there, "pick your fucking shoes up, carmen!", "stop fucking touching shit, carm!", "god, carmen, just leave me alone!" but this is different. deeper.

he's still frowning as he nods, mutters "okay," softly, as to not upset her any further, and places his hand on the small of her back to guide out of the venue doors and out to the valet.

usually, after a date, carmen will pull in to a parking space and get out first to open the passenger door for his girl and walk her up to her apartment, before either getting sent off with a goodnight kiss or getting tugged through her front door to continue where they'd left off.

this time, though, she out the door before the cars even full parked.

carmen rushes to keep up with her takes the stairs to her apartment two at a time.

"cub, wait up!"

she does no such thing.

in fact, she only seems to move faster in lieu of his request (brat).

he nearly misses his window to at least say goodnight to her, with the way she quickly keys into her home and tries to slam the door in his face, but a foot in the frame easily rectifies that.

"hey!" he barks at her, shoving the door open and slamming it shut after him.

"don't slam my damn door, carmen!"

"don't try to slam your damn door in my damn face, then!"

she frustratedly groans, arms flailing in exclamation. he watches her cautiously as she looks frantically for something—something, anything—before she's bending down to take off her dior heels.

clearly, something has pent up—boiled, festered—within her, because she chucks a shoe at his head (and for someone so unassuming, she has a damn good arm).

he ducks just before it can hit him, instead banging into the wall.

"what the fu— ow!"

she doesn't miss the second time.

"fuck you, carmen!" she screams at him.

"fuck you! you just threw your fucking shoe at my head! twice!"

"and you fucking deserved it," she cries, taking a step closer to him, pointing an accusatory finger. "you dick!"

"what the fuck did i do?" he shouts back, taking a step forward himself, brows furrowed in frustrated confusion.

"you— y-you—"

he takes another step toward her, "huh? i what? spit it the fuck out, baby."

not for the first time, she pouts like a kicked puppy, and her hands brace on his sturdy shoulders, and she pushes at him, angry. but, certainly for the first, carmy actually loses his balance. nearly trips over his feet with the way he stumbles backward.

"ugh, asshole! you made a bet!"

he frowns, bewildered. "what?"

"don't fucking lie to me, carm—"

"baby, what the fuck are you talking about?"

"stop fucking calling me that!" she screams, "with timothy! you made a bet with him before the fight, a bet on me!"

carmy's mouth hangs open, forming to phantom explanations that all fall too short or get too intimate—personal; she doesn't need to know the backstory, the why in his road to success. she can't, not yet. not so soon.

she shoves him again at his lack of response, and, for the second time, carmy stumbles back.

"fuck you, carmy!" she screams, eyes brimming and— fuck, she was not supposed to find out this way (well, ever, really, but surely not in this way). he racks his brain for sufficient a justification.

"fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! is that how you fucking see me? i'm just another belt you meatheads pass around and compete for? fucking kill yourselves over?"

"that's not true, baby—"

"i'm not your fucking baby!" she goes to shove him again, but he's ready this time, steeled. she throws her weight into each nudge and push and shove she gives to him, grunts and grumbles through the exertion of it, but he's stock-still like a statue now, and immovable force to be reckoned with.

"you done?" he mutters when she's huffin' and puffin' too hard to keep going.

her eyes snap from his chest to his baby blues, glaring. "fuck—!"

"—me? yeah, you've already said that, several times actually. now are you gonna let me explain, or do you wanna keep screamin'?"

her eyes, somehow, narrow further, teeth barred.

carmy prepares himself.

"do i wanna keep screamin'? well, since you fucking offered," she gripes, pounding her fists into his chest again. and he lets her. "you don't fucking think, do you? just puff your chest and fucking take it if you want it, right? god, carmen, i'm not some fucking toy—"

"i never implied that you were—"

"so you didn't bet you could fuck me better than timothy at the weigh-in?"

he snaps his mouth shut.

she scoffs, shakes her head. "un-fucking-believable," she mutters under her breath.

she sighs, and the (arguably) worst is over. but it's not like he necessarily welcomes the tears, either.

she sniffles, red-rimmed eyes sparkling in a pool of saltwater, and weakly shoves at his chest again.

"f-fuck you, bear," she weeps softly, voice cracking, head hanging, and carmy's never wanted to fix something so badly in his whole goddamn life. more than mikey. "i thought you fucking liked me—

"i do—!"

"stop lying—!"

and suddenly, carmen's had enough.

"be quiet," he barks.

the room falls silent.

he sighs, grips hers arms to keep her close and up right. drops his head to rest on hers, eye-to-eye, and she's too tuckered out to fight it.

his adams apple bobs, "i'm sorry, y/n," he whispers, and she doesn't think she's ever heard him so earnest before, so sad. "i'm sorry i made a bet on you, and hurt your feelings because of it. you're not a toy, or a belt, or any other prize, boxing or not; you're a human fucking being. and i'm sorry."

she sniffles again, and he takes her lack of shoving and yelling as clearance to continue.

"i'm not fucking sorry it worked, though." he can feel her tense, so he hurries on before she gets the wrong idea. "i'm not fucking sorry i saw you in that damn pink dress, in your damn pink heels, with you fucking pink toes. i'm not sorry that i talked to you after the match, and made good on my promise to timmy."

"carmen—"

he squeezes the sides of her shoulders, "i'm not sorry 'cause i do like you, cub, so fucking much."

she lifts her head, teary eyes blearily finding his, and she frowns up at him, like she doesn't believe him.

"why're lying?" she whimpers, all watery and sad sounding, and carmy just wants to swaddle her in a blanket and kiss her tears away.

he smiles gently at her, "m'not lyin', baby. do you think i'd still be here if all i wanted was a fuck and duck? that's what the ring girls are for, cub."

she makes a face at him, "ew! g-ross, carmy, don't—!"

he bites back a smirk. "you drive me insane," cuts her off, sliding his hands from her arms to her shea butter smooth palms. "you drive me up the fuckin' wall, actually. but i love that about you. i love that you don't take anyone's shit, including mine. love that you put me in my place, and tell me off when i step out of line." his tongue peaks out to lick his chapped bottom lip before he continues. "i love the way you curl up in a ball every night before bed because you can't sleep any other way, and i love the way you bitch and moan about your bones feelin' too stiff in the morning because of it." he regards her fondly, eyes flitting over every feature. “i love your teeth gems, and your long ass nails. i love it when you’re bare-faced and bushy-tailed, or when you’ve got a— what is it?”

she chokes on a snotty laugh, “a full beat?”

“a full beat!” he repeats, enthusiastic and beaming. they both take a moment to giggle, carmy’s hands finding purchase on her hips to draw her in, chest to chest. “i am sorry i hurt your feelings, cub, so fucking sorry. but i would make that bet ten fuckin’ thousand times over if it meant i’d end up anywhere with you.”

and now she’s crying for a whole different, much sweeter reason.

she pouts at him cutely, “bearrr!”

and it’s like nothing even happened.

“whaaat?” he groans, feigning annoyance. “snotty girl, look at those tears,” he tuts, “such a crybaby.”

“that’s not fair—!”

“hush,” he muses, walking them back toward her bedroom, deft fingers working to unfasten the many buttons of her dress. “you talk too much, anyone ever told you that? whatever, you should let me fuck you.”

“what?”

“you should let me fuck you.”

“you literally ate me out for an hour before we left, that’s why we were so fucking late. and who says you fuckin’ deserve it?”

carmy smirks, that’s his girl.

fuckin’ trouble.

he quirks a brow at her, fingers pausing their decent.

“you gonna let me earn it?”

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a/n: hope u like it babies bc getting this done made me SICK (im serious i can’t fucking breathe right or swallow properly anymore 🙂‍↔️🫶🏽)

not proofread!!

[fcthots]

thinking about childhood best friends to lovers jason. who spent hours in the school library with you, laughing and whispering over textbooks. who took you to prom, because you didn’t have a date and definitely not because he was in love with you. who let you drive his car when you got your license. who refused to let you take the bus as soon as he could drive.

jason, who only applied to colleges you also applied to, so that he wouldn’t have to go to school without you. who convinced bruce to let him have an apartment off-campus, so you could stay with him. who made sure he was in all the same classes as you. who made sure you were never out alone after dark. who helped you study for all of your exams. who took care of you when the flu was going around campus.

jason, who never lets you move out. who reads to you when you get home from a long day at work, your head in his lap. who washes your makeup off for you when you’re too tired. who cooks for you every night and makes sure you have coffee ready when you get up every morning.

jason, who finally asks you out over breakfast one morning. who takes you on dates every friday night. who never misses an anniversary or birthday, who takes you out every valentine’s day. who never shuts up about how lucky he is to have you to anyone who will listen.

- 🍓 (apologies for how long this is, i’m sick and have been thinking extensively)

NO ANON BC I HAVE BEEN DAYDREAMING ABOUT THIS ALL DAY

but I've been angsting it.

Because you pick colleges together, but he never gets to go. He lets you drive in his $200,000 car that you were always scared of scratching, but he would reassure you and say he'd fix any damage. That same car was left unused for years. He takes you to prom and you keep the flowers, but you end up leaving the dead flowers at his grave. You would look at two-bedroom apartments together and now you're moving into a single bedroom apartment in the building you always wanted to live in together. He used to write you notes in class which would almost get you caught. Now you wished you saved those notes. The books he used to read to you, you now can't hear quotes from, lest you start crying. He used to help you study for everything and now you swear you don't know how to study alone.

Jason was with you practically every second of every day. What are you supposed to do without him. It's not that there's just a hole in your life. The center of your universe is gone.

[cwilb]

how are you anti pro-ship when you ship alliumduo lmfao

chat is it proshipping to say that two characters that are friends and the same age kiss sometimes

[setablaze11]

I feel like jj is a sex GOD like.. he’s so experienced w it he could make u have the best orgasm of ur life in seconds and when you say “oh my god” in bed or something he’ll be like “nope, jus’ me princess.” 🤭

may I be 🍪 anon? by the way I love you and your writing it’s incredible. 🥹🫶

Thank you so much for the compliments i’m full on giggling 🥺<3

But you’re SO right!! He’s so cocky about it too, like, sir? How you learn to do allat? I’ve had this vision for a while so just hear me out on this <3

When you’ve spoken to your friends about sex before all of them just seemed to confirm what you had already experienced, guys never cared about girls having a good time in bed.

That is until you have sex with JJ for the first time, already having a mental picture of what it’s gonna look like from previous experience, even before you start making out with him.

He’s on top of you, smearing messy, wet kisses against your pulse point as you let out small sighs, hands threading though the blond hair on the nape of his neck when he just blurts out, out of nowhere “can i go down on you?” and you’re like WHAT? Eyes bulging out of your head and whole body going stiff below him as he pulls his head out of your neck, lips kiss swollen and pink, eyes in a daze.

“You actually want to?” you mumble, tongue poking the inside of your cheek and cheeks tinting red when he grins.

“Do i want to?” he scoffs, leaning forward to press a nasty, wet kiss against your lips, pulling back with a smug smirk.

AND he makes a point of making you finish at least three times just from him eating you out, just to prove a point.

I feel like we all know in out hearts by now that JJ’s the muchiest munch of them all. Am i right or am i right?

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[wileys-russo]

Do sol and fresa ever get walked in on by Ingrid and Mapi or Alexia? Do either of them receive the shovel talk? Any another hcs you’d like to share for them?

You’re recent works have been amazing 🤩🤩🤩 (here’s a forehead kiss 😘)

sol and fresa hc's!

frido is the one who gives fresa the shovel talk, needless to say it is very effective

alexia and alba have tried everything to give sol a shovel talk but she is simply not scared of them (just thinks they're both really cool which fresa hates)

fresa is a huge morning person, sol is a massive night owl

sol brings fresa flowers on their first proper date (mapi's subtle suggestion) and when she see's how much fresa loves them she makes a promise fresa will never not have fresh flowers in her room

when fresa learns there are a lot of flowers that dogs are allergic to and knowing how much sol loves scout she learns how to make paper flowers. and now every few weeks sol gets a new bunch of paper flowers once fresa has perfected a different kind of flower

sol loves horror movies but fresa hates them, will watch them with sol but only with her face hidden and sol has to narrate whats happening on screen the entire time

sol is the driver, fresa is a passenger princess @girlgenius1111

[del3tingalltracez]

may i ask that you coin perma-manipulator and perma-manipulated?

If it’s alr coined, then could I also ask for names and prns that’s inspired by paras (zoo and pedo…) if ur comfy with that ofc :3

PERMAMANIPULATOR

perma manipulator

a transharmful identity for one identifies as, or wishes to be, permanently a manipulator for any reason

PERMAMANIPULATED

perma manipulated

a transharmed identity for one identifies as, or wishes to be, permanently manipulated for any reason

anyone can use these, however, we are radqueer and anti xenosatanist, respect your own dni

coined already? consider these recoins/alt flags!

coined by del3tingalltracez

🐾 prns below cut! (no ideas for names or 🍸s, srry!)

🐾: zoo/zoos, paw/paws, meow/meows, mew/mews, purr/purrs, whisker/whiskers, claw/claws, fluff/fluffs, fur/furs, grr/grrs, pup/pups, roar/roars, scale/scales, woof/woofs, bark/barks, chom/chomp, kit/kits, bite/bites, wag/wags, wing/wings, bun/buns, rat/rats, bug/bugs, growl/growls, swim/swims, 🐾/🐾s, 🍋/🍋s, ξ/ξs, ζ/ζs, 🐝/🐝s, 🐲/🐲s, Ω/Ωs

hope u like them!! had no ideas for 🍸s or for names at all, sorry! all emojipronouns are based off of the emoji codes for different types of 🐾 attractions!!

[euyrdice]

knb + text post part two | (part one)

[carmenberzattosgf]

i just started watching s3 of the bear and like 6 mins into 3x01, carmy is like putting his head into a pillow (to sleep) but all i can think about is how nice it would be for him to do that on my boobs. like him using my chest as a pillow after a long day's work?? SIGN ME UP

- 🍓

Oh you mean this clip? ( yes I had it on hand)

I just KNOW he loves a good boob pillow like I need him to lay on my chest NOW

[paradox-the-unimpressed-nun]

Sneak Peak! Yoriichi x F!Reader smut

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Summary: You and yoriichi have one main thing in common, you both want a family Warning: shameless smut, breeding kink, cream pie, fluff, vanilla sex, oral sex f!receiving A/N: A little food for you all! if you want to be tagged plz leave a comment!

Yoriichi has never been the best at showing emotions, you’re very aware of this. Many are put off because his lack of expression.

You’ve learned that even though his face doesn’t show any emotion, that doesn’t mean he isn’t feeling anything. In truth he feels a lot, he’s an incredibly sweet and kind man.

The main point of your bounding with yoriichi is that you both desperately want a family.

You lost your family just like Yoriichi, of course you talked about other things but the topic of family always snuck it’s face into your conversations.

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You make your way towards Yoriichi with a tray of of food in your hands. Yoriichi is quietly sitting on your porch, he would have been mistaken for a statue if he didn’t shift his head into your direction.

“Forgive me for taking so long, I thought I had sweat tea but I ended up only having green tea” Yoriichi takes the plate from your hands as you sit down, he returns after your fully seated.

“It is fine, I like green tea” his voice bland a quick as usual. You hand him a cup, you carefully watch him take a sip. You’re worried you somehow managed to mess up the tea.

His face doesn’t change as he finishes his sip. “It’s good” again his voice is bland but you know he actually likes it. There’s a awkward silence between you to, your eyes wander trying to find something to make the mood better.

Your eyes fixate on the tea, picking up your own glass you scoot yourself closer to him. You smile at him “I-I heard that green tea is good for fertility” the smile quickly fades from your face as Yoriichi stares at you.

For once you have no idea what he’s thinking or feeling, he just stares directly into your eyes. Panic washes over you as you believe you’ve greatly upset him. Your face turns a beat red and you stumble out an apology.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it-like that!” You avert your gaze away from him being to embarrassed for the prior statement. Yoriichis gaze slightly softens and he opens his mouth “it’s fine, I know you mean well”.

Your gaze makes it back to his, your heart speaks before your mind. “I….I mean…I just thought..what if you got re married” immediately you mentally slap yourself.

In a conversation you had with yoriichi awhile back you brought up getting re married, you said you were open to the idea of getting re married while yoriichi shut down the thought of re marrying.

You’re already about to spill out another apology but yoriichi cuts you off. “If I got re married then this tea would be quite helpful, I appreciate the thought” he’s voice is different you don’t know how but it is, his voice sounds like a new song to you. Your eyes widen as he entertains the thought of getting re married.

[fleuraimer]

requesting some morning after content with cowboy!tangerine bc that is actually so hot. (aka imagining him wrapped up in a towel with that damn gold necklace around his neck. fuck) - 🍓nonnie

on it berry 🫡🫡

wc: 1.1k

cw: dubcon/noncon. smut. minors dni. 17+. implied kidnapping. d/s dynamics. oral (f receiving). fingering (f receiving). prolly more lmk what i missed (if any) 😁.

previous part.

waking after a night out is always hard, but particularly when you've had an eye bigger than your stomach. you had one too many drinks last night, if the migraine pressing at your temples is anything to go off of. you groan as you're pulled from the throes of slumber, shifting against the tensile bedding beneath you.

you groan, or mewl, rather, when the sensation of silk against your skin registers; so soft. too soft.

something's wrong.

your eyes snap open, head turning frantically from side to side as you take in your surroundings. the walls encompassing you are tall, and dark, built with panels of brown maple wood, looming over you. you swallow thickly.

your breathing starts to faltering, but you will yourself to press down the panic as you continue to reorient yourself with the world. there's two windows to the left of you, and a balcony to the front, but all you can see out is a city skyline and building tops (city. city? you don't live in a city). the sound of water pelting against the ground starts to register in your ears, but it's not raining. you look to the right, and see a door framed in a halo of light, the noisy shower running behind it.

shit!

you press yourself up from your position on the bed—noisy, shuffling across the sheets loudly as you search for your clothes, distraught. your hair flutters in your face annoyingly as your lift the mussed sheets to try and discover your top and shorts (and bra and panties) but you find nothing. you squeeze your eyes shut, bottom lip caught between your top teeth, with dread.

the door swings open, a large plume of smoke swirling out after it, before you can broil in your self-pity any longer.

you try to fight the way your jaw slackens when your eyes shift to the figure in the door, but it's certainly... demanding to due so.

you peruse your eyes down the man—tangerine, was that is name?(couldn't be, could it?)—before you, towel folded around his trim waist, dripping with water, evidently from the shower. there's a tooth brush hanging from his strawberry lips, and a gold chain dangling down from his neck, and circular pendant settled between the dip of his pecs. wet curls swinging in front of his forehead as her moseys over to the dress to the left of him, rummaging through the drawers for something to wear.

"monrin' darlin'," he says around his toothbrush, a crooked, fleeting smirk thrown over his shoulder as he pulls out a henley and jeans. you bleat something pathetic, and slightly aroused, back in response. he turns to face you, a chuckle on the tip of his tongue, and he takes the brush from his mouth. "how'd y'sleep, sweet thing?"

christ.

"o-okay," you sputter, twiddling your thumbs. you inch back on the bed when he takes a step toward you, ignore the way the corner of his lips hint upward in a smirk.

"did'y have a nice dream, darlin'?" he mumbles, kneeing on to the mattress, pushing forward to wrap a large hand around your dainty ankle. he tugs you into him, and you squeal at the sudden movement. your eyes widen to the size of saucers as he starts to crawl over you, dripping onto your body.

the sheet you haphazardly clutched up to your heaving chest is ripped out of your grasp with one sure tug from tangerine, presenting your bare flesh to him. you shake beneath his wolfish gaze.

"tell me what y'dreamt of, sweet thing," he mumbles, eyes glued to your tits, bruised from the night prior. he sinks down to smear his lips over your sternum, supple, tongue laving over sweet, sweat-slicked skin.

your brain short-circuits, dizzy with panic and dread and lust and pleasure—a heady cocktail being force fed down your throat—but your rack your mind for the vivid imagery that projected in your mind last night.

"i—i was o-on a dock," you stutter to him, arms shifting upward against the sheets, going to rest above your head on their own accord. tangerine smirk into your skin.

"keep going," he urges, slipping further down. his lips trail from your sternum to your navel, navel to your mound, mound to your swelling, sticky clit. his tongue peeks out to lick tentatively at the hood, evoking a shiver from you.

"there wa—" you choke as he suckles your pearl between his strawberry lips, tongue petting over the very head gently, soaking it. "there was a big boat, a— a yatch," you finish, huffy.

"mhmm," he hums, encouraging you to continue, throwing an arm over your stomach to keep you pressed down to the mattress as he brings his free hand up to push his fingers into your slick hole, stretching you from the seam.

"fuck! i was— i got on and— god, i... don't fuckin' know; don' know, can' 'member, just— please, don't stop, pleasepleaseplease," you prattle off, slurred, bringing one hand down to tangle in his wet curls and keep his mouth sealed over your modesty. your hips grind down against his tongue, shoving him deeper, farther into you.

he fucks his finger—just one, but the sensation it gives you rivals its reality, so thick—in and out of you at a pace that matches your gyrating hips and his flicking tongue, hot and tacky against your clit, clinging, spit webbing from his mouth to your sweet pussy lips.

he presses another finger at your entrance, pushes.

"jesus— shit!" you groan, head rolling back in the silk sheets. he jams his fingertips straight into your g-spot, stroking easily through your drenched, gummy walls, stabbing into that pressure point that makes you see stars as he nibbles meanly at your puffy clit. "g'na come, fuckfuckfuck, i'm g'na cum, tan!" you cry.

he snickers giddily into your slick, massaging his fingers and tongue harder, mumbles something resemblant of, "gimme that fuckin' cream, sweet thing," into you, and you're doing just as you'd warmed him. your come spills into his mouth, drenches his tongue and soaks his open palm as he continues to fuck you through it, muttering assurances and praises against you.

s'it, darlin', come f'me

good girl, baby, drenchin' my tongue

sweet fuckin' thing, can't get 'nough of you

you're twitchy when he pops off of you, crawling back over your sprawled figure. your lashes flutter as he smirks down at you, a predator over its prey.

"what'd y'do if i told y'that dream y'was tellin' me 'bout was real," he mumbles, gaze flitting over your sweat-slicked face as your brows draw to the center of your forehead. you frown through stuttered breaths, confused, and allow him to nudge your head to the side, gaze falling to the windows, the city skyline and building top.

city.

city?

you don't live in a city...

your frown worsens. shit.

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