#(okay okay LAST time i reblog this one i’m just 👀 putting it out there)

[rogerswifesblog-updates]

- chapter 2 -

Series Masterlist

Chapter 1

A/N: Hi! I couldn’t even though I wanted to post the second chapter in a few days but…yeah I’m not strong willed I guess😩🤣 please don’t forget to leave some feedback and reblog!! It makes a writer very happy! Besides, the more feedback/reblogs the faster the next chapter will be posted👀

Warnings: [ bdsm club (I’ve never been to one soit’s all fiction ok?), mentioned oral, mentioned mxm, mentioned p in v, exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral f receiving, squirting, humiliation kink, grinding, cum eating, pierced nipples, tattoos ], oral m receiving, cum swallowing

Pairing: [ Dom!reader x sub!jake Jensen who she spends her evening at the club with ] Steve Rogers x Reader

“So you have a crush on your tutor?”, Bucky asked once again, raising his eyebrows, putting the bar aside, so he could look back at Steve. They were once again at the gym, blowing off some steam, but Bucky quickly noticed Steve was thinking about something else, always zoning out. That’s how they started talking about you. Again. In the last two months Steve could stop talking about you, never confessing that he had a crush. But of course Bucky knew.

Steve sighed, looking down at the dumbbells in his hands. “She’s just so…I don’t know. Totally different from the people at school, so-“ “mature? Yeah I know buddy” Steve looked at his grinning best friend for a while, before nodding slowly. He felt embarrassed about how much he enjoyed the age difference between you two. The way he felt safe around you, for no specific reason. “Yeah, I like that about her. But she thinks it’s a problem. That I’m too young-but it’s only a month till I’m 18. This shouldn’t be a problem then, right?”, his voice was hopeful, as if Buckys opinion would change how you thought. At least it would make him feel better. “Just try to ask her out after your birthday. Maybe it’ll work”, said the brunette, shrugging. Wanting to finish his workout he grabbed the bar, but Steve leaned over him, still not being able to drop the topic. “Do YOU think she’s too old for me?”, asked Steve, somehow carrying a lot of panic in his voice. Bucky chuckled quietly, letting his head drop against the bench.

“You do remember I like older women myself”, he grinned, making Steve blush till the tips of his ears, before he mumbled to him. “Yeah, okay you’re right. I should just talk to her.”

You looked at one of the many pairs in the club, a woman with her sub, kneeling at her feet and kissing her thigh high boots. Normally you’d be on one of the stages, maybe even with Natasha, sharing a sub, but instead you were sitting in the comfortable booths. You mind slipped to a boy you’d love to have kneeling in front of you, but you couldn’t. “It’s just so annoying that he concentrates more on my lips than on the actual words I’m saying, you know? It’s always the same”, you vented in annoyance.

Natasha crossed her arms, looking at you in surprise, while you stared at your drink, not wanting to see the judgment in her eyes. “So you’re saying he’s…kinda cute?”

Now you had to look up at her, even though your eyes fell onto her naked breasts first since he wore just a harness. “I said he’s the kid I’m helping with his math homework that tries to flirt with me all the time and doesn’t listen” “You didn’t deny”, she shrugged. You sighed, shaking your head at that. But she was right. You felt awful for finding a teenager this cute, this attractive. Especially with his pouty lips and sparkling eyes whenever you praised him. “He’s 17, Nat. I can’t have a boyfriend this much younger. Not even after his birthday, just because he’d be 18 doesn’t mean he…we could date. I mean, look at me-“ “yeah, you’re hot. I totally got why he wants you”, she smirked, sipping her martini, her eyes lingering on your mesh top where your breasts and pierced nipples were exposed, you could even see a few tattoos. Rolling your eyes you let out a loud sigh, but there was still a small smile on your lips. “It’s just-I’m pretty sure he’s…inexperienced. I don’t think his first girlfriend should be a regular in…here. I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t survive me ”, you mentioned with your hand to the club and people around you.

Natasha laughed quietly. “Isn't that even better? At least his first time would definitely be good and enjoyable. You’re a good dom, you’d take care of his needs”, Natasha was right, but it still didn’t make you feel better. “He’s really nice, Nat….”, you mumbled, your eyes scanning the room for something interesting to look at, stopping at a gagged man being fucked by his boyfriend roughly, pulling at his hair or hitting his jiggling ass harshly. You knew these guys, you could even call them your friends so often you’ve seen and talked to them. Recently they asked you to join them, but you just couldn’t stop thinking about Steve. So you said no. But watching all these people made you crave sex. Or any kind of intimacy at this point.

“You like this Steve a lot huh?”, without needing to think about it you nodded. She looked at you from the side for a moment, putting her hand on your thigh, squeezing. “Just try to think positive. Maybe you could show him everything. Slowly…besides, wouldn’t it be amazing to have an inexperienced guy? You can make him your perfect boy toy. Perfect to please you. That’s everyone’s wish”, her words made you smile slightly. Steve would be a perfect boy toy. A sweet play thing just for you-well, or whoever he’d liked to be shared with in case he’d want to go to this club with you. You closed your eyes for a moment, imagining him on his knees. Begging.

Sighing you opened your eyes downing your martini. “I’ll be back soon, I’ll go find Jake, he said he’d be here today”, you said standing up. “Maybe an orgasm will make you less miserable”, Natasha laughed watching as you walked away.

You found Jake sitting with someone you didn’t know but looking at his expression he wasn’t enjoying it. So you asked him to come with you. And he gladly did, immediately taking your hand. “I’m so happy you decided to come, mommy”, he grinned cheekily at you. “I can tell you hoped for me to be here. You look pretty, babyboy. Always so dressed up for mommy, wearing a collar and pretty nipple clamps. You’re probably already hard in those leather pants, huh?”, he started nodding, while you went with him to a free space, sitting down in a chair. Jake already knew to drop to his knees, watching as you pushed your latex skirt up, revealing your naked, glistening pussy to him. The tattoo he already knew by heart looking back at him from your pelvic. Bon appetite. Oh he’d definitely enjoy the meal.

“Baby, look at me”, he quickly brought his gaze up. “If I do something you don’t like, red, okay? Just the same light system we always use”, you said, spreading your legs even further. Jake nodded, making you raise your eyebrows. “Green, mommy, so green”, he mumbled, sliding closer.

You grabbed the light chain that connected his claps together and pulled gently a few times, making him whine. “Then open your pants for mommy and take that big dick in hand-yeah just like that…now come closer, you’ll eat mommy out and hump her boot, huh? Show everyone what a desperate little slut you are. My little bitch, coming by humping mommy like a dog”, with that you pushed his head to your core and he latched onto your clit, eating you out like a man starving. Meanwhile he humped your leg, definitely feeling embarrassed about how much pre cum he was leaking but you knew about his humiliation kink. And he loved showing off how desperate he was for you. And how good you made him feel.

His skilled mouth brought you quickly to your high, making you squirt onto his chin and chest. This made him shoot his cum onto your boot, grinding himself even faster and harder against you, while still lapping at your slick overstimulated pussy.

You grinned at the people watching you two, bringing one of your legs up, to show more. Some of them were touching themselves through their pants, watching your cunt, while others couldn’t take their eyes off Jake who was still painting the leather of your boots.

“Babyboy I think you should clean the mess you made”, you smirked, pressing your sole against his chest. His cheeks were dark red from embarrassment as he noticed the others around you, but he leaned down nevertheless, licking off his cum from your boot. You noticed how despite his whining and blushing his cock jumped when he lapped at your boot, cleaning all of his cum off.

Watching him you thought about someone else.

Nope, Steve Rogers definitely wouldn’t survive you.

Your next session was the day after, so you went to the club earlier than usual, while Nat stayed for probably a few hours more.

Walking into his room Steve was already sitting at the table, smiling brightly at you. He had such a pretty and sweet smile. His cheeks were covered in a rosy color, making your heart ache. You could tell he was a whole body blusher and you were really curious how this blush looked underneath his clothes.

Fuck, get a grip on yourself.

“Have you done the homework?”, you asked with a friendly smile. He immediately pulled out the notebook he used during your sessions and showed you everything. The smile on your lips stayed, even though he definitely had a few mistakes in his calculations. Always the same mistakes.

From the beginning on he was always making the same mistakes.

A quiet sigh escaped your lips, while you sat down. “You’re already so much better, sweetheart, but it’s still always the same”, you said, not even noticing the pet name slipping from your lips. But Steve did notice it. And boy did he like it. Within seconds he was hard and throbbing in his jeans, trying to pull them away from his tight crotch. Watching your lips move, while you explained…something to him.

You snapped your fingers right before his face. " Earth to Steve? Did you understand the equation?Are you even listening?” According to the stuttering that was coming from him, you assumed it was a big fat no. He was indeed not listening. But still looking at your lips.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”, his question made you raise your eyebrows in surprise, but shook your head slightly. “Not that it’s any of your business, Steve. I’m here to teach you about math and not about my sexual experiences.” His breath hitched at your words, face turning a darker shade of red than ever. “So you had sex?”, you couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped your lips, because, well-you definitely had sex. Very, very kinky sex even.

Looking at him for a moment the corners of your mouth twitched. “Yes, Steve, I had sex and that’s nothing I should be discussing with you, so let’s-” “I never had sex.” His confession didn’t surprise you, because you already suspected it, but you really didn’t want to talk about it. Or think about popping his cherry. Especially since you’d actually love to do that.

After yesterdays talk with Natasha you couldn’t stop thinking about him, not even for a second.

And here he was asking you about sex, telling you he was a virgin.

Grabbing another book you opened it on the needed page and looked back at him. He was squirming in his seat, definitely not listening to anything you were trying to tell him about math. From the tent in his pants you could tell what he was thinking about, making you only shake your head slightly. “Steve, please listen to me. To solve the-“ He leaned a bit closer, but not to listen to you. “And have you ever sucked a di-“ “Steve, it’s inappropriate to ask such questions. Stop it.” You shook your head in annoyance. “Okay I’m sorry, but I’m just curious. Have you?”, he nearly whined. If you weren’t this annoyed you might have found it amusing. But you didn’t. “Yes I have Steven, now stop asking or the lesson will end now. You need to concentrate, your exams are really soon.”

Once again you tried to get his attention back to the tasks, but he seemed interested in just your lips and not the actual words coming out of them. Either way you tried to help him at least a bit by writing down a few easier examples.

But even these he couldn’t solve, always looking back at your lips, irritating you more than you thought possible. You felt how your hands started slightly shaking. God, this boy was unbelievable.

“What’s wrong with you today, Steve? Why are you so distracted?” Hearing your annoyed and slight accusing sound, his shoulder slumped, making him look like a kicked puppy. “Well, I-You said-well, I wanted to ask about how-I mean blowjo-“ “God, if you get a stupid blowjob, would you finally start paying attention to math and not whatever thoughts you have??” A quiet laugh escaped him, making him grin fully. “I’m pretty sure for a blowjob I’d do everything, so yeah-“

With that you pushed his chair aside, so he sat sideways to the table. “What-?“, before he could finish his question, you dropped to your knees, pushing his legs apart. With big eyes he was looking down at you, not knowing what to do with his hands or even how to react. He felt his thigh start trembling and you haven’t even touched him yet. “What are you doing?”, he whispered, slowly reaching out to stroke your hair, but you grabbed his hands, pushing them behind his back. “I’ll give you your damn blowjob so you stop asking about it”, you hissed, opening his pants, pulling them down. He even lifted his hips to help you. Atta boy. Learning so quickly, without needing you to say anything. For a moment you had to hold back a smirk.

There was already a wet spot on his boxershorts, where his tip was leaking, filling his briefs with pre-cum. You leaned down to his crotch, licking over the exact spot, sucking at the head for a second. Steve whined quietly, his hand gripping onto your hair. “Keep your hands be-“, looking up at him you could see he was already a mess. Right. Virgin. You shouldn’t be so harsh with him. “Never mind, sweetheart. If I do something you don’t like and want me to stop say red, understood?”, you said rubbing with your hands over his trembling thighs.

Steve pulled his eyebrows together in confusion, but nodded. “Okay, But why red? Do you like the color or-“ it was definitely not the time to answer the question so you pulled down his boxershorts revealing his hard cock. You wrapped your fingers around his shaft, starting to pump him, while your lips touched his tip, spreading around the pre-cum. The sound he made was poetic. A beautiful and soft whine, while his fingers buried themself in your hair, slightly painful, but you didn’t mind. You liked a bit of pain.

Slurping at his tip you looked up at him, making eye contact. Doing so you felt more pre-cum wetting your lips. Cute. He was getting so excited just by looking at him with his dick against your mouth. For a moment you just toyed with his tip, still stroking his whole length.

Steve pushed your head down, urging you to take him finally in your mouth. For this behavior you’d love to edge him, but then you remembered once again he wasn’t your sub or your boyfriend. You’re just…helping him to end his curiosity. “Your mouth feels so good-fuck”, he moaned, moving his hips against you, fucking your mouth with irregular thrusts, sloppy. Somehow you enjoyed it.

His first blowjobs. First time fucking someone’s face. Your face.

You started moving your head faster, showing off your skills, by swallowing him down, till he was fully nestled inside your throat. Even though his dick still made you gag a few times. This boy was really blessed, you couldn’t deny it and he probably knew it too. “Fuck I- I think I’m close”, he whispered. If your mouth wasn’t full of dick you’d have chuckled. Only a few minutes and he was already on the edge. With one of your hands you started fondling his balls, squeezing them a bit harder than necessary. His leg jumped, hitting the desk beside you, but he seemed to enjoy it, as the sound leaving his throat was better than any you had heard from him. “Fuck I-I I’m coming-fuck please”, he whispered pushing your head down, while his cum painted your throat, filling your mouth with him taste. After letting go of your hair you let him slide out of your mouth, licking his length, while he enjoyed the aftershocks. Then you tucked him once again away into his boxers.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, before sitting back into your chair and putting the examples you wrote down before him. “So, to solve the…”

The face he made was priceless. But at least he solved everything you gave him.

Chapter 3

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[xiaoluclair]

Xiao my dear! I don’t know if this an invite to send you prompts but if so 👀 I’m taking my opportunity! 😌🤍🤍

What about: “You think I’m still in love with you after all of this shit you decided to put me through? Well… ha. I guess I am somewhat of an idiot.” With lestappen? 🥰

Love ya!! 😘

bby, hi 😘! any and all times i reblog prompts are an invite 💛💜 and OKAY:

pairing: max verstappen x charles leclerc | rating: G | not checked over by any second parties so beware of spelling/grammar bumbles

Charles glances up when he enters the room. There is a second where his face looks like it cannot decide whether to behave as a wave or a particle. Max doesn't spare him much of a glance. Walks over to the co-pilot's seat, reaches over to disengage the starboard lithium thrusters. Pulls both knees up until he is a cocoon in the cockpit.

For a while, they sit simply in silence. It is both horridly new and terrifyingly old. Max would have broken it by now, a hundred times over probably. Not anymore. He watches as Space crawls around them, vast and dark and infinite.

"So," says Charles at last. On trajectory, the numbers oscillate between -0.071/+0.039 and -0.069/+0.039. Out of the corner of his eye, Max can see Charles lean forward to adjust accordingly. He does the same, feet have to fall back to the floor. "You and Martijn?"

Max snorts. The number shoots to -0.067/-0.064. He hastily rectifies it before replying, "I don't see how that matters right now."

"I am just. Catching up."

"Yeah?" says Max, only a little snippily. "How come."

There is a pause. "Lookㅡ"

And isn't that a funny little word.

"I did," says Max, cutting him off. He thinks he might be amused. Or unimaginably pissed off. Maybe both at this point. "Trust me, I fucking did. Want to know what I found?"

No reply.

Max laughs, continues, one hand flipping the port thrusters up to 0.4%, "Nada. Not a damn thing. For two whole years. So yeah, mate, do you really want to tell me to look?"

"I would not change anything," says Charles, ever entirely, aggravatingly stubborn.

Max snorts. "Fucking course you wouldn't."

"I loved you."

And that's even funnier, thinks Max. "I don't see what that has to do with anything right now."

"Of course you do not," says Charles. It is biting. They fall silent again with it, words left to hang heavy. Max wishes Daniel were here. Or Lando. Or Martijn. Even Pierre. Anyone else, anything else, to fit into this great, gaping void. He wishes when Seb gave them their rotation posts, he'd said, Actuallyㅡ

But he did not. And Max is. Max is a little tired. Max is suddenly, stupidly, outrageously, a little bit tired.

He says, to the ship and the ship alone, "Martijn is my friend."

"Pierre is mine," says Charles.

Max rolls his eyes. "I was notㅡ"

"Do not lie."

"Hypocrite."

"I would notㅡ"

"Change a thing." Max's jaw goes stiff for a moment, a hop and a skip through time.

There are enough particles between them right now to fill five thousand bathtubs if they were the size of marbles. Still, he can hear Charles's exhale. He can hear, "I love you."

And is that not horrid. The way the words sink, tail and claw and nuclear fission, into Max's stomach. The way the words sink, warm and soft and nuclear fusion into his belly.

"Max," whispers Charles. Or maybe it was the wind, in the vacuum of Space.

The ceiling is ripe with shadows. "You think I’m still in love with you," he says, "after all of this shit you decided to put me through?" Charles does not say anything. When Max looks over, finally, finally, he has his hands gripped over the controls, thumbs pressed to the adjustments like profactors, staring, staring, staring. Until Max catches him; then, he glances away, resumes fiddling. His cheeks are glowing, begging to be held, felt. Kissed.

Max has to laugh. Lean back into his seat to work on his own course adjustments. They're out in space, a billion stars at his fingertips and a billion more planets. A hundred hot-headed supernovas and a thousand dragging blackholes. A million twisting galaxies and a trillion folds of gravity. An awful amount of ways to hold the very simple thing Max is trying to say, which is:

All this, and Charles fucking Leclerc is still the greatest force he has ever known.

"Well," he says at last, finger presses the dial a little further to the left as Charles presses his up, "I guess I am somewhat of an idiot." He catches Charles's eyes as their hands still, half a console between them.

+0.000/+0.000.

[cherrypeaking]

hi cherryyy~ 🥺 how's my pretty wifey doing? i hope you slept well~ you showed up in my dreams again! i'll have to tell you about it later 🤭 it smells like rain outside right now... it reminds me of the last dream i had but it also reminds me of the post you reblogged earlier about being on the beach and listening to the waves together 🥺 i love the beach and the idea of sitting on the sand with you makes me love it even more~

i hope you got enough rest!! so happy to wake up and talk to you everyday, my love 🥺🩵🩵 it never fails to make my day 🩵 i love you so much! <3

crystal >\\\\< you calling me pretty wifey made me smile so wide 😭🩷🩷 you’re my gorgeous wifey 🥺🥺💎🩷

i cant wait to know about your dream!! 😳🩷 i’m so bummed… after that random dream i had, i had a nightmare and i’m pretty sure it’s not the first time i have this specific one but i was basically in a survival game and there was no way for me to win ;_; and thing is i don’t even want to win or anything i just want out i wanna be with my mommy 🥺😭😭

right?? i reblogged it cause i don’t have the opportunity to go to the beach often but i’d love to go with you 🥺😭🩷 (i also wanna see you in a swimsuit)

we would be so comfy aaaah 🥺🥺 just hoping the sun wouldn’t hit too hard… but we can always put sunscreen on each other… 😳🤭🩷👀 i love my crystal gem 🥺💎🩷

i hope you’ve slept well 🥺 i did okay, i slept the amount i needed i think anyway, i wish i were sleeping with you tho 🥺🩷 i love you and i missed you so much 🥺😭😭🩷

[lowpolybread]

hey hi hello! what's your ideal fall out boy concert setlist? 👀

thank you for humoring me <3 i put together something incredibly biased and self indulgent. i only truly got into fall out boy maybe 6–8 years ago and i don’t know a ton of their Deep Lore or anything, but here are songs i would loooove to hear live. i’ve seen them twice so far but really i should be seeing them as many times as i can

order is wishy washy bc i don’t know the science of a good setlist. this is one song too long

Thriller: i agree, this would be a great entrance

Novocaine: what can i say. it’s a banger

Hold Me Like a Grudge: we need more fics titled “part time soulmate (full time problem)” you agree. reblog. for some reason i can’t stop saying “hold me like a drug” instead. uh

This Ain’t A Scene: one time this came on the radio and my uber driver changed the station halfway through

The Mighty Fall: i really want to hear “hell yeah i’m a dick girl i’m addicted to you” live

The Last Of The Real Ones: so many good lines in this one. “i wonder if your therapist knows everything about me” and “that ultra kind of love you never walk away from”??? also there’s some superhero shit going on with “i know this whole damn city thinks it needs you but not as much as i do”

The Phoenix: i chronically have trouble understanding what the hell fob is saying so for a long time i thought the lyrics were “i’m gonna change you like a wenis” or some shit and didn’t bother looking it up. sorry

Just One Yesterday: the impact this song had on ace attorney fic writers

Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On a Bad Bet: i LOVE this song

What A Catch, Donnie: but the whole thing!!! keep it as a piano solo

Golden

The Kids Aren’t Alright: i had the chance to see a concert in which they played this but i foolishly didn’t. go. i have regrets

Where Did The Party Go: i’m not gonna go hard alone!!!

HOLD ME TIGHT OR DON’T: hold me like a grudge vs hold me tight or don’t… fight!!!!

G.I.N.A.S.F.S.: mad that i haven’t seen this live yet. please mr. stump.

Death Valley: why not

I Am My Own Muse: okay i didn’t love this album (inexplicably still listened to it a lot) but whenever i hear this song i imagine someone shredding the guitar and doing that thing that rockstars do where they slide across the stage on their knees. yeah

Dance, Dance: i told my friend to add this to his male manipulator playlist bc of the line “i only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me.” he put it on and was like “i didn’t realize that was a lyric” and added it

I Don’t Care

(Coffee’s For Closers): james this is for you

Church: i liked mania okay. sue me. i would put “expensive mistakes” on here (“i’ll stop wearing black when they make a darker color”) but i don’t think it’s great concert material

Bang The Doldrums

Sugar, We’re Goin Down

Chicago Is So Two Years Ago: obligatory

My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark: i vividly remember when this came out and i listened to this on loop on youtube

Centuries: this reminds me of after school sports practice bc i listened to it on loop okay. let me have this

Thnks fr th Mmrs: i sang this song at karaoke recently and i was looking up the lyrics beforehand and realized i didn’t know like 70% of the lyrics bc of my aforementioned issue with understanding what the hell fob is saying. anyways my friend had to buy me a shot to get me onstage and we bombed the intro. whoops

Saturday: obligatory

anyways obviously the ideal concert is always “the band plays their entire discography in chronological order” but that is physically impossible. thanks again for sending this ask <3

[catcze]

Come now, don't be shy, share the horny thoughts you have of Gorou.

NSFW!! 18+ ONLY !!

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

!!⠀Feat : Gorou x GN! Reader

!!⠀## : Smut <3

!!⠀CWs : breeding kink, marking, biting, dacryphilia, cum eating, collars 👀

ajsfakj the way Sam summoned the Gorou fuckers into my inbox 💀 babey this isnt even the first Gorou-mentioning thirst I've gotten within the span of an hour HAHAHA

Fr tho I WILL I WILL I WILL I promise–– A little room in my brain containing Gorou thirsts have just been unlocked and they're aching to be let out soon 😭 I gotta get back to farming sea flowers but fOR NOW;; I leave you with this thirst:

I only meant to write one paragraph wait––

You know when I see Gorou i just ffucking know this mans stamina will be your undoing. DO you see him??? DO you see the hand on his hip in that one leaked image?? motherfucker if that doesn’t look like a man who can fuck you till you’re crying and overstimulated and keep goin then shit I’m straight. 

ALSO?? I hope I’m not projecting but,,,, canine boy?? Breeding kink duh. Doesn’t even have to be the whole ‘get you pregnant’ vibe if you’re not into that. He just likes fucking you until his cum is so deep in your hole and you’re stuffed so full that there’s a little bump in your belly. 

Babe and his ears and his tail–– look me in the eye and tell me he doesn’t like it when you touch them during sex. Look me in the eye and tell me he doesn’t like it when you touch them during sex. if you reach back while this puppy boy is railing you on all fours and you scratch this specific patch of skin on his ear, he’s immediately gasping your name, biting into your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, and drills into you harder than he did before. And If you pull and stoke on his tail while you suck him off, Gorou is gonna be putty in your hands, tangling his fingers into your hair and whimpering for you to take more of him into your mouth please please.

Okay this one isn’t,, super horny, but I can see Gorou licking up your tears when he rails you, peppering your face with smooches and licks while he makes you see stars. AlsO I can really see Gorou having a thing for tasting your cum?? I dunno it sounds weird when i type it out but listen listen imagine that you two just finished, right, and you literally cannot feel your lower half and your thighs are trembling atp, and the most noise you can make is a hoarse whimper as he pulls out. But when Gorou sees the cum that’s pooled on your belly from how hard you came, he’s so transfixed by the sight of it that he swipes a bit of it up on his fingers, stares at it for a bit, then just sticks his fingers in his mouth. And he even runs his tongue through it and shit all hot and sexy like as if its a goddamn popsicle or something. And from the way that he pauses, how his eyes widen, his tail wags and he licks his lips with a reignited hunger? THe next time he goes down on you he’s definitely swallowing your cum uh huh.

LAST ONE bc i fr need to farm kjbfajks BUT ever since I had that talk w sam, I have genuinely been thinking of Gorou wearing a collar/choker that you got him during sex. Like, imagine pulling the fabric of the collar to the side just a bit to leave nips and love bites on Gorou’s neck while he rails you. Imagine that while Gorou fucks you into the mattress, he’s towering over you, watching as the moan and gasp and cry for him, and in his mind you look ethereal. Mans is literally salivating on the spot tbh. And when you open your eyes and see the way he watches you so adoringly, so lovingly as if you put the stars in the sky, you hook two fingers under his collar and pull him down for a kiss, making him moan into your mouth as heat and love sparks in your chest.

NOONE ASKED but I’m also so sure that Gorou is literally the best at aftercare. No, I will not elaborate. 

[allthingskakashi]

honestly forest fairy SHOULD be a career option. does that mean you’re gonna be moving around? :0 hhhh my reach in fandoms ended up veering into kpop, genshin, and the whole ordeal, but i’ve got a few naruto fics in there!! (might actually get back to it 👀) my username is Sleep_WhatsThat, i’d be happy to see you around! are you planning on posting anything soon? even if not, i’m j happy to see what you reblog :p ~1AM

RIGHT? who's the manager here i need to have a word 😤 And yup, it's pretty possible that I'd move elsewhere but i don't wanna leave my home and my cats :((( for now I'm just gonna do some wfh stuff tho

ALSO. OKAY. i found you on ao3 and binged your entire naruto Masterlist while having breakfast. I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE KAKASHI?? him in all his goofy glory while also preserving all the deeper more layered aspects of his personality. And every interaction w naruto and his students is so so fkn wholesome i was giggling and smiling most of the time. Your writing is very meticulous and fluid, i loved loved loved your writing style as much as your portrayal of the characters. I HAD NO IDEA YOU COULD WRITE LIKE THAT UGH YOU'D BEEN HOLDING OUT ON US. Definitely looking forward to reading more of your stuff if you decide to write more!! I'm gonna be going back to put my individual comments on each fic, just wanted to ans this ask first!!

As for me..... I wanna write.but.... I don't wanna be making any promises in case i can't fulfill em >_< i just really wanna finish this one angst fic id started working on last year. We'll see ig ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Also!! Linking your naruto works here cause the world needs to read these absolute masterpieces of fluff and wholesomeness

[chickwiththepurpleguitar]

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Hi thanks friend! i reblogged this ask prompt and then... didn't answer my asks for....... many days. but i'm here now and i appreciate you!

from this:

☕️ favorite passage:

this is hard i have so much content aldsfjadlkf uhhhh i asked you to pick a fic so i didn't have to and you picked sleeves! so! favorite passage from sleeves:

“Yo, Luke, can I ask you something?”

He looks up, arms held tight to his sides like he does when he’s nervous or uncomfortable and wants as much of his skin to be covered by fabric as possible, and gives Alex the tiniest of nods.

“What does that… do for you?” Alex points a drumstick at Luke’s hoodie. “The sleeves, I mean. Usually you can’t stand them, but as long as I’ve known you, when something’s wrong… I just realized I’ve never asked. I mean, don’t they make things worse?”

“No.” Luke frowns, thinking about it, and looks down at his sweater paws. “I don’t really know how to explain it. I guess… guess it’s just, like. The sleeves ground me. When there’s too much else going on. Like if I’ve had some dumb nightmare, or if I’m nervous before a show, or I just had one of those god awful fights with my mom, or I’m all vulnerable writing songs with Julie… or if I’m trying to enjoy my last night on Earth with my boys before we cross over forever…”

They share a knowing look, and then both glance over at Reggie.

“The sleeves make sure I don’t get so caught up in my own emotions that I miss something important,” Luke continues. “But when things are okay, when I’m happy and excited and focused …” He shrugs, and pulls his hoodie tighter around him. “Then, I don’t know. I don’t need ‘em.”

Alex isn’t sure he quite gets it. But he nods as if he does. “It’s kinda nice for us, you know. Easy way to tell when you’re okay."

👻- 2 or 3 sentences from something you haven’t posted yet

from a sickfic i'm working on for the aspen street au!

Alex finally breaks the silence once all the dishes are put away and Bobby’s nursing a glass of orange juice. “So.”

Bobby doesn’t miss a beat. “Cough, sore throat, sneezing and congestion. Temp’s 101 just out of the shower, so lower than that I bet. Flu’s going around the site, I’m sure that’s what it is.”

Alex appreciates the honesty, and there’s nothing he likes more than having answers, but that doesn’t make him feel any better about the situation. “Sure you don’t wanna—”

“First day,” Bobby reminds him, and Alex shuts his mouth with an audible click.

👀- favorite response to one of your works

i will still always treasure the essay length comments I got from @where-you-go and @queenofthequillandink on longfic. they were so in depth and detailed and i appreciate you all so much!

⭐️- how do you get your inspiration?

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no seriously, i fall asleep by daydreaming fic ideas? so things come to me, mostly sickfics, really easily. otherwise i brainstorm with @sunsetcurvecuddles @joyandthephantoms and @weneedglitter until i go "aaaah i wanna write that." but longfic, for example, was inspired by watching the show 8 million times and going "they don't act like bobby was their friend!.... but it's SADDER if he was!" and thinking about it too much :D