#AND HE DESERVES ALL THE LOVE FROM ALL THE CUTIES ON HIS SPECIAL DAY

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Name: Guya

Colours: grey, green, auburn, bordeaux

Season, hobbies, places: I love autumn with parks, coffe shops, libraries and my hobbies are reading, playing video games, watching movies/animes/TV series, listening to music, drawing (badly), daydreaming and petting stray cats!

Character: Kuroo or Oikawa (you choose!)

Personality: I'm shy and an introvert, but I like being kind to people, listen to them and help them out if they need. I've been told that I'm very patient and that my smile makes people happier as well. And even though I'm usually timid, when I'm comfortable around people I talk a lot and I'm funnier (I think, but more in a dork way ahaha)

guya x kuroo

no matter how long or stressful the work day seems to be, tetsurou finds all the comfort he needs in knowing that at the end of the day, he is able to come back home to you. dinner dates are very important to tetsurou; he loves wining and dining you like it’s the first time all over again, but what he cherishes most is when it’s just the two of you relaxing at home with a movie or building a world together on your favorite game. suddenly, whatever happened at work didn’t seem so bad because that smile on your face and the laugh that comes with it has magically erased his worries from his mind, and he will tell you how grateful he is to have you and your laughter in his life every day.

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[jinwoosbabyboo]

Your Birthday Is So Special !

You don't really celebrate your birthday it tends to just be another day for you. You've gone as far as to forget your own birthday some years and since you never mention your birthday it's almost a mystery. The LADS Men want to show you how special your birthday is since if that day never happened they wouldn't be looking at the love of their life. What would they do to celebrate your birthday? A/N: Ms. "I don't care about my birthday" meets Mr. "Your birthday is so special" [Requested by: miacara2]

Zayne

Zayne would take the day off for your birthday. I'm not talking he just so happened to have the day off. No. This man would do what he needed to do to get the day off just for your special day. Since he is you primary care physician your birthday is on file so he's aware of it even without you telling him.

He would have spoken to Jenna days or weeks prior to get you out of work by noon without being suspicious. You would come out of the building to find him standing there with a box of your favorite sweets and treats. "What are you doing here? What's all this?" You'd question with a giddy smile on your face; seeing Zayne unexpectedly was always a serotonin boost.

"Are you free this afternoon?" He'd ask avoiding your questions while flashing that cute half-millimeter smile of his, but his eyes would dance with mischief. "I am?" You'd furrow your brows in confusion. He'd intertwine his fingers with yours and take you to do whatever your little heart desires for the day. Once you're exhausted from the day he would offer to take you home.

This is where your real surprise would be. He would have your countertops covered in gifts and sweets along with a beautiful cake. "Zayne....when did you do this?" He would definitely stand there relishing in your shocked face. "It took all morning, but it was more than worth it" You couldn't help but hug him tightly you never thought you'd actually be happy to celebrate your birthday.

"Happy Birthday My Love let's celebrate together every year from now on"

Rafayel

Rafayel would be simply appalled at the fact you don't celebrate your birthday. "What do you mean it's just another day!?" He asked wide-eyed. "It's just not important" He would be so upset to hear you talk about your birthday like that. To him your birthday is like a national holiday there's no way he could let the sun take another trip around the earth without celebrating.

Rafayel: When is it? MC: I'm not telling you Rafayel: If you dont tell me I'll just figure it out MC: Good luck

He was indeed able to figure it out. How? Let's just say he has connections if he wants information he'll get it. He'd waste no time planning a whole day for the two of you. I picture Rafayel wanting to give you that childlike gleeful birthday that you never had growing up. He'd take you to an arcade or amusement park or even a fair/night market and would tell everyone it's your birthday "It's this pretty girls' birthday today!"

Now Although Rafayel is indeed a silly little guy he is very sentimental. At the end of the night he'd take you to an exhibit he rented out for just the two of you. It would be covered in his painted portraits of you along with candid photographs. Each one would have a gift or your favorite sweet perched on a cocktail table underneath it. "Why would you do this?" You asked in shock. "Because a special girl deserves to be treated as such especially on her special day Happy Birthday Cutie"

Xavier

He's used to forgetting his own birthday since he never considered it very special. Though something stirred in him when he overheard Simone, Tara, and Lisa asking you what you wanted to do for your birthday. You seemed to brush them off with a sweet smile saying "Nothing it's not a big deal just treat it like any other day" They all huffed and puffed at your words as you scurried off saying you had some research to do.

"We need to do something for her birthday she works so hard!" Tara said in a whisper-shout to Lisa and Simone. Xavier would barge into the conversation his lips moving before his brain could catch up "Can I be of service in this secret plan?" Contrary to popular belief Xavier would end up spearheading all the planning. He would want your girls to be involved since he sees how much they love you and how much you love them.

He would have you spend the day with your girls and the night with him. Your girls would be there right when you wake up screaming happy birthday in your face. They would take you to get your hair and nails done along with a little lunch date and shopping spree. You would be all dolled up and pretty by the time they dropped you off at home where Xavier was waiting with music, gifts, flowers and a cake. I also imagine since he is the one who taught you how to dance he would take you to a beautiful garden where he would dance the night away with you like Cinderella.

"I know I said birthdays were nothing special, but yours is and I want to spend every year with you. Happy Birthday My Lady"

Sylus

Sylus is not letting your birthday pass without a proper celebration. First of all he's taking you out the country for sure. That beautiful island you've been looking at? Yup he got a villa on it and flies you down there on his private jet so you have the utmost comfort. "Where are we going?" You'd ask as he escorts you up the stairs onto the plane. "Somewhere special" His answer was nonchalant as he poured you a glass of wine. "What's the occasion?" he would glance at you and let his beautiful smile spread across his face as he slipped the glass into your hand "Something special" You scoffed at his answer.

Although you never mentioned when your birthday was of course Sylus did his research. He planned for months to make your surprise perfect. You would land and walk into the villa fully decorated with balloons, all your favorite foods, a desert bar with a cake, and flourishing with gifts. Even the twins would already be there jumping out at you to yell surprise.

Sylus would make your birthday into a full weeklong celebration/vacation. "You overdid it you know? My birthday really isn't that important" Your words end up going in one ear and out the other. You were his special girl everything involving you was special especially your birthday. Otherwise how would he be able to smile in this drab world if you weren't here?

"That's why I've made it my mission to show your otherwise" He'd smile down at you and flick your forehead. "Happy Birthday Princess"

[utterlyotterlyx]

Constellations

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary - Azriel can't allow himself to stand on the side lines anymore and watch as yet another male tries to take you away from him.

Warnings - oblivious reader and Az, angst, pining, Az and Nes being cuties, smut, p in v, oral (f receiving), lots of fluff, flirting

There were constellations in your eyes.

That was what everyone had said when they'd first met you, alluding to the clear fact that you were a deep daydreamer whenever you sprang to topic, which was more often than you'd think.

Prythian bowed to you, everyone in every nook and cranny in any court knew who you were. A shining star in a court of nightmares.

Every one of the High Lords held a special affection toward you, often asking you to leave Rhysand and the inner circle and join them instead. Helion had made a point of his fondness by making a comment about how other-worldly you looked in Day Court gold, and then later on teasing Rhys about how he would one day succeed in his desire.

Everyone could beg and plead for you as much as they wished, but none of their affection could rival how Azriel felt about you.

Azriel was your shadow. Wherever you went meant that the Shadowsinger stalked not too far behind. He would sit with you and hum whilst you ran your fingers through his hair, each touch sending lightening soaring through his soul. He would walk around Velaris with you endlessly if it meant that he could see that almost childlike wonder in your eyes when you looked at the same restaurant or bookshop that had surely seen a thousand times before. He would soothe away your nightmares, allowing his shadows to pepper your skin in sweet pecks as he held you, and he would let you get close enough to soothe him when his own demons plagued him.

That's why, when he stood to the side of the room with a whisky in hand, did he want to tear apart the male who dared to speak to you. Helion was no regular male. But, as you giggled at one of his flirtatious jokes and rested your hand on his chest, Azriel became sure that he could make him scream like one.

Helion was visiting from the Day Court and it was the last night of his stint, so Rhys had suggested that you all go to Rita's, to relax from the toll of the week. The High Lord in question needed access to a couple of special tomes in one of Velaris' archives, you and Rhys had agreed that the tomes were too valuable to allow outside of the city, so Helion had to come to you. Like all he wanted was another excuse to be around you.

Azriel couldn't blame Helion for it.

Azriel believed that you were the most precious thing on the planet. 500 years of friendship and you stunned him more and more each day with your anecdotes and the innocent chatter that always filled the room.

"He's really trying this again?" Nesta asked, appearing beside him at the railing, wanting to take a moment away from the family madness before Cassian dragged her to dance for the fifth time that night.

"Can you blame him?"

The top three buttons of his shirt were left untethered, exposing that rock hard muscle beneath that was ink kissed and shimmering. Azriel couldn't stop looking at you, you were wearing that dress that you loved so much, sheer white and glittered in fine crystals, a low scooped back that fell perfectly on your figure. It was the only thing that could truly take his breath away.

"When are you going to tell her that you love her?" Nesta gazed at you, she'd never admit it but you were definitely her favourite, she held a special spot for you in her heart, just how everyone did really. "You need to tell her," she turned to him and he peered down on her with a sincerity she'd never seen, "She's incredible, Az. She's not the kind of girl you let get away. Go and love her before someone else does."

"She deserves better than me, Nes," his sad gaze lifted to you, you were starlight and he was shadow, you were pure and he was horribly tainted, and he couldn't have his darkness snuffing out your light.

Nesta gently pulled his sight from the dancefloor, making him focus on her by keeping her palm grazing against his cheek, "You're not a very good spymaster if you can't see how she looks at you."

Azriel didn't know what to say, he just knew that he had to get to you. He rounded Nesta and descended onto the dancefloor, barging past the grinding bodies with you in his sight, sipping your drink and smiling brightly at Helion who was stood far too close to you. You always felt Azriel looming, his shadows curling around your ankles always being a tell-tale sign that he was close.

Your eyes followed the trails of his shadows until you found their owner, your brows furrowed at the urgency he wore whilst he kept glancing at Helion with a tight jaw. It was unsettling.

"I need to speak to you," he pleaded, taking a step closer to you and you had no choice but to look up at him, to let those rippling pools of hazel drown you.

"Az, is every-"

"Please," he cut you off, reaching for you but not quite touching, like he was waiting for your agreement so that he could whisk you away.

You had never seen Azriel look so pained, so pleading and desperate. Without a word to Helion, you nodded and Azriel's fingers slid around your wrists, pulling you into a whirl of colour until you stood on a floor that you recognised and Rita's faded away.

The cabin was warm, everything was in place and tidy, that scent burning wood and orange that clung to the cabin flooded your lungs and made you shiver with delight. You had always loved the place, how perfectly small it was for a lone escape, where you could watch the snow fall from the bay window with a hot chocolate in hand and blanket wrapped tightly around your legs.

It took you a moment to centre yourself, and when you turned, you saw Azriel stood there, head hung low and wings drooped but relishing in the comfortable warmth of where you both were, "What's wrong, Az?"

The only light illuminating the cabin was from the fire, that crackling beast that sent gold and orange light roaring across the space, it welcomed in the faint glow of the moon that spilled onto the floor like an old friend.

"You can't go with Helion," he told you, well, more blurted at you.

"Go with Helion?" You asked and he nodded, anger bubbled in your chest, "Why would I ever do that?"

"He's wanted to take you from us for so long," 200 years to be exact, "Who could blame him, you're the most incredible thing that Prythian has ever made. I thank the Mother every day for you."

"What?"

"Please let me finish," he hated cutting you off, he hated being the reason that you were silenced, "If you speak now, I'll never be able to say what I have to say, what I need to say."

Azriel watched your face soften, the anger that threatened to boil over now evaporated, he watched you move to the sofa and sit down, patting the empty space beside you. He didn't know how you did it, how you could make someone feel so comfortable and heard, he thought about it as he took the seat beside you and heaved in a deep breath, curling one of his wings around you as if he was scared that you'd bolt.

"I love you, Y/N. I love your kindness, how you've never been scared of me. I love the way your eyes sparkle when you're talking about something you're passionate about. I love how you scrunch your nose when you're deep in thought. I love the way you bolt through the streets of Velaris before solstice to make sure everyone is as spoilt as possible. I love you, Y/N. I love everything that you are and everything that we can be, I can't lose you, I don't know who or what I'd be without you."

"There is no one who knows you like I do. I know that you sneak an extra spoonful of sugar into your hot chocolate before Nesta can catch you and tell you off," you smiled softly, "I know that you secretly hate shopping with Mor but would much rather suffer than tell her and take some of her spark away. I know that you can never tell Cassian that Nesta is your favourite unless you wanted to see him sulk for weeks," a soft laugh flew from your lips, "I know you're the reason that Rhys, Cass and I turned out so well, you're the only person we couldn't bear to disappoint."

Not once did you stop looking at him as he spoke. He loved you. Azriel really loved you.

"You love me?" Azriel nodded gently, "But, what about Elain? I thought..."

"Me and Elain?" Azriel's eyes were frantic, "No, Y/N. Gods no. You're the only one I've ever wanted, I tried to love someone else, I tried to love Mor, and maybe on some level I tried to find that with Elain. But no one could ever compare to you, anyone who isn't you aren't worth it."

Silence filled the air, that warm, golden hued air. Azriel was trying to read your mind, to figure out what you were thinking when you started laughing, tears pooled at your bottom lids and one blink sent them flowing down your cheeks. Azriel shuffled closer to you, taking his thumb and wiping away your tears before they dripped from your chin.

"We're so stupid, Az," you sniffled, letting him cradle your face in his hands and continue to wipe away any tears that fell from your eyes, "How could we be so blind?"

"What do you mean?"

Tilting your head to the side, your eyes sparkled, just how they did when you looked at or spoke about something you loved, then you felt it, that tension that had always tugged at your soul snapping into place, clouds of grey became clear sunny skies, and a golden thread soared across it and thrummed with yearning delight.

"I mean," you tugged on that thread, you watched his eyes widen and fill with disbelief, "That I love you too. So much."

"You're my mate," he confessed in a whisper, the bond sprouting into full bloom around you, like you could both see the tendrils of thread sewing your souls together.

Azriel's breath fanned across your face, hot and laced with the scent of whisky, the tip of his nose ran down the slope of your own, and you felt his lips lie millimetres away from yours, you watched his eyes search your soul before flickering downward to the place he craved to touch. Anticipation pulled at your chest and swelled in your stomach, and every bit of doubt vanished when he closed the gap and pressed his lips to yours.

It was like everything fell into place, like the world only began to make sense in that moment. Azriel's lips moved against yours hungrily, the sweep of his tongue into your mouth once you had granted him permission to taste you was enough to make your knees go weak. Heat pooled between your legs and you scrambled to be on top of him, the hem of your dress hitched around your thighs as you rested into his lap.

"Please, Az," you breathed between starving kisses, "I need you."

Azriel's hands moved from the back of your neck and the small of your back, reaching around to grip underneath your thighs, so dangerously close to where you needed him to be. He lifted you, not once breaking the connection of your lips, locking your legs around his waist as he carried you to the bedroom.

"I'm not making you mine on a couch," he lay you on the bed and climbed on top of you, running his fingers down the sides of your thighs, making your back arch as he peppered kisses down your neck, sucking and nibbling on the skin he found there.

You squirmed beneath him, itching to rip his clothes off and allow him to take every part of you, "Please," you whined into his hair, his hand palming your breasts and lips attached to your earlobe, making soft moans fall through your stumbling mouth.

"Tell me what you want," his voice was so deep that it made goosebumps rise across your skin, it was sultry and dark, it matched the shade of his eyes when he pulled away to look down on you with swollen lips and tousled hair. "I'll give you everything."

"I want you."

It was all he needed to hear in order to tear your dress in two and take your hardened nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting on them gently, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nubs of nerves that had you gasping and eyes rolling to the back of your head. You felt like your body was on fire as he kept moving downward, littering kisses down your stomach before resting between your thighs.

The cold air against your core made you gasp again, he ran a finger down your soaked folds and moaned, "You're so wet for me," his voice vibrated against the inside of your thighs, "So perfect," he mumbled before his tongue dragged a line up you, and then again, and again until you were a blubbering mess fisting your fingers through his hair.

Azriel flicked his tongue against that familiar bundle of nerves, curling his tongue around it and sucking on it gently so that he didn't overstimulate you. Stars crept in to the sides of your vision, that hot white heat building in the pit of your stomach, "Don't stop," they were barely coherent words but he heard you and kept his pace, teasing a finger around your entrance before slowly pushing it in an curling it upward.

It sent you toppling off the edge. That white heat burst from you, loud cries of his name flew from your lips and your hands gripped his wrists, stars poured into your eyes and Azriel pushed you through your high.

Too lost in the mind shattering orgasm he had just given you, you didn't feel his hands ran up your back and lock around the back of your neck, you didn't realise that your torso and head were propped up in his arms or see his wings flex above you, "Angel," he cooed, he clenched his hands into your hair and pressed his lips along your jaw, "Let me take care of you."

Azriel was bare before you, his length solid and resting against your thigh, "Make me yours, Az."

Azriel growled, his eyes darkened with possession, "Tell me if it's too much and we can stop," you nodded breathlessly and he kissed you again, harder this time as he pushed himself inside of you, your walls still quivering and pulsating around him.

Once he was pushed to the hilt inside of you, he groaned, it was deep and guttural, the most incredible sound you'd ever heard. Azriel gave you a moment, and you tapped his shoulder lightly to get him to move, you were needing him to move, it was getting too much. Your soul was burning with desire and you needed him to satisfy it before it completely ignited you.

Your mate thrusted into you, the roll of his hips reaching angles you didn't know existed, he took your nipple in his mouth again, growling as his pace quickened and the sound of slapping flesh and declarations of love filled the air.

"You're so beautiful, Angel," his lips found yours again and his movements became sloppy, "I'm so close," he felt your warmth tighten around him, ready to milk his cock as high pitched mewls exploded from your lips, "There she is, my perfect mate."

Azriel's fingers wound in your hair, pressing your forehead to his as he slammed into you, riding you both through those searing hot highs and continuing the long strokes as you both fell down, "I'm yours, Az. I'm all yours."

Authors Note

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[honey-flustered]

Kinktober Day 18: Aphrodisiac + Oral Fixation + Body Hair

Eddie Brock | Venom x Ex!Younger!F!Reader

Summary: Venom uses honey from your purse to whip up some tea for you and Eddie while helping you study. Little did he know, that honey has some…interesting side effects.

Warnings: dub con elements, exes to friends to lovers, accidental aphrodisiac, sub!eddie x horny!reader, consumption, teratophillia, not lore accurate, oral fixation (licking, biting), some scratching, oral through underwear, premature ejaculation, body hair kink, some hair pulling, threeway kiss, venom and reader are in cahoots, french kissing, some dry humping, age gap +18 reader, bimbo!reader, basically whole lot of tongue action

To this day, 7 months later, Venom still curses Eddie for letting you go. Blah, blah…she’s young and going to university…blah blah…new experiences. If long distance is really that hard, why is it that it only took Eddie 3 hours to drive to your dorm? If he was committed to your throupling, he’d make the commute everyday to see you.

But Ole Venom supposes he shouldn’t be too hard on Eddie. After all, he’s attentive enough to Venom where he notices his changes in mood. Especially when Venom’s in one of those depressive states where he desperately misses you; with the occasional breaking of items to cope with his pained feelings. Whenever he’d get this way, Eddie would take them up go a trip to you and you’d be the three musketeers.

This weekend being a three-day weekend excited Venom for things he had in store. He’s determined to win you back even in spite of what Eddie says because sometimes he just needs a push in the right direction.

Venom likes to think he’s become that of an expert at romance, having read enough gossip magazines and advice columns to say as such. He knows the love languages and he’ll be sure to use his tongue precisely for speaking them to you.

Yeah, he knows Eddie’s been suspicious of his saint behavior since their arrival—the rules were clear not to make any plans of winning you back—but Venom’s entitled to a little bit of rule-breaking. He hovers around, content as he watches Eddie and you laughing during your study session. If he sets the mood just right, things would get more intimate.

He then recalls a fact he’d gotten from an issue of Chic Heat Magazine that explains how tea can make people more susceptible to suggestion because it calms you. If you’re relaxed enough, you might take them back.

So he excuses himself to the kitchen, preparing some rose tea for you all to enjoy. You’d just run out of honey but you had some packets he’d noticed in your bag earlier, hopefully you don’t mind.

Once he returns to the circle, you beam at his gesture. “V…you are such a cutie. Thank you so much.”

“I wouldn’t say that too soon,” Eddie says in a tone that is both jest and serious. “We’ll check the state of the kitchen in a minute.”

You shrug. “No worse than the state I left it in.”

“You’ve gotta be more responsible, babygirl.” He frustratedly sighs.

“I’m studying. That’s pretty big for me,” You defend. “Usually I’d just flirt with the T.A. for the test answers or cram the day of. But I’ve been trying because you said I could do it.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. Really proud of you, buddy.” He says, patting your knee and earning a smile from you.

Then, you’re taking a sip of your tea wanting to give Venom the praise he deserves. Your eyes brighten soon as the first sip stains your tongue and goes down your throat . “This is really good, V. Seriously. I couldn’t have done this better myself. What’d you put in it?”

“Honey…” He begins.

“Oh, I could’ve sworn I ran out—”

“…the ones in your purse.” He finishes.

Your eyes nearly leave your skull. “H-how many?”

“5,” He answers proudly. “Wanted to make it extra special for you.”

“Oh, it’s extra special alright.” You say with a nervous laugh.

“Everything okay?” Eddie asks in concern.

“Mhm,” You hum between a strained toothless smile. “L-let’s go back to studying, yeah?”

“What’s in those things?” Eddie questions, his investigative nature getting the better of him.

“Nothing to be concerned about…” Your words escape you when you see that Venom has already retrieved the emptied packet for Eddie to review.

“Sweet Honey Rush? You said you wouldn’t intern with these guys,” Eddie says. “Didn’t you read my story on them secretly being behind these campaigns for increasing the national birth rate. I sent you a link on Facebook. We’re like breeding stock to them.”

“No person younger than 35 uses facebook anymore, Eddie,” You argue. “And besides they were offering some really good benefits if I interned with them.”

“Like getting free honey packets?”

“They aren’t for me…they’re for me to give out to some college students. It’s the new craze. Everyone’s talking about. There’s even a challenge of it on TikTok. You wanna see?” You’re about to pull out your phone but he stops you.

“Don’t you see that they’re purposely targeting the younger population?” Eddie scoffs.

“No, I think I gave one to my pervy old maintenance man,” You justify but Eddie shakes his head in disbelief at you. “Oh come on. It’s not like they’re as good as you think them to be. Venom said he’s added five and you don’t see me on all fours with my tongue out, do you?”

“I guess you’re right.” He says.

“Good. Now pretty please read me the next chapter.”

He smiles. “Of course.”

Venom is stumped. This is not at all going the way he’d planned. Instead of relaxing, it’s only made things more tense between the two of you. He was going to need to intervene internally.

“It’s taking effect.” Venom says from within.

“How are you so sure?” Eddie answers back into the mindscape.

“Come on, Eddie, I know it’s been months. But tell me you haven’t forgotten the way she looks when she really, really wants you,” Venom purrs. “Look at those eyes glossing over, darkening when she rakes them over you. She’s biting her lip—ha! She isn’t paying attention to your words.”

“You’re wrong. It’s nothing like that.” Eddie says trying to maintain focus by reading to you.

“I’ve been inside her once,” Venom continues. “I can sense the changes in her body even long after we’ve separated.”

“She’s just fine.” Eddie says in clear denial.

“Then ask her if she heard what you just said. Better yet ask her anything, she’ll probably say ‘yes’ to it all if it meant having our cock inside her.” Venom chuckles wickedly.

He’s reluctant, not wanting to embarrass you, but Eddie tests Venom’s theory anyway in hopes to quell his curiosity. Why on Earth would you want them back when you had so many different options at college? The sooner Eddie could disprove his claims, the sooner they can put aside that hopeful part of them that thinks the relationship could work.

“Hey, um, by any chance do you wanna share a jar of olives together?” He asks.

“Yes.” You sigh dreamily.

He perplexedly blinks at your reply to his absurd question. You hated olives.

“Babygirl, are you paying attention?” He asks.

“Mhm.” You nod still looking at him as if he hung up the stars. And now that Venom pointed it out, Eddie, too, could see your telltale sign in just the way you clenched your thighs together alone.

“Oh, really,” He asks, cupping a hand under your chin; his fingertips dimpling your cheeks. “What did I just read to you?”

“The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell?”

“We’re studying American History, angel.” He smirks.

“Sorry, daddy,” You say, taking them completely off guard. Eddie hates how he instantly hardens at thought as if he’d taken the aphrodisiac, too. “Can I make it up to you? Taste you.”

“Yes!” Venom says.

“No,” Eddie protests. “You’re not in the right state of mind, missy. You’re going to bed, if you decide to take care of yourself on your own that’s your choice. In the morning if you still feel like you want to, then we can—”

“It’s only an aphrodisiac, dude. Not a drug. I’m not out of my mind for wanting you inside me. Both of you.”

“We’re in!” Venom says ready to reach out for you but Eddie smacks his dark tendril from your reach.

“No, we’re—” Eddie’s cut off by your lips on his. Somehow, Venom was able to sneak his mischievous tentacles around and bring your heads together.

You immediately get to work french kissing him passionately and tugging the hair on the back of his neck. His beard burns your face from the rough friction of the make-out session but it doesn’t deter you from being more forceful.

Venom’s tongue joins into the entanglement flicking and gliding between you and Eddie’s tongues, gathering a mixture of your salivas.

When Eddie breaks the kiss, you’re at his thick neck licking and biting away while Venom’s eager tongue, slithered and constricted around your body like vines.

“Stop. You don’t…” Eddie’s interrupted by yet another one of your lingering wanton kisses, finishing his sentence once you break apart. “…want this.”

“I’ve never stopped wanting you,” You suck on the space connect jaw and his neck before dragging your teeth along the vein. “Please fuck me.”

Eddie’s still too afraid to answer, cradling the back of your head while your lips and tongue continue their assault on his body.

“Fuck, babygirl,” He groans, missing this feeling of you devouring him as if he were a buffet. You and Venom were always big tongue enthusiasts wanting to put your mouths around anything that attracted you including Eddie.

His eyes flutter shut and you crawl into his lap, grinding your hips down while you tasted what you could. You pay special attention to his plump lips, licking and biting them.

“Can I go further?” You ask him.

“You heard Venom—”

“What do you want?”

“I want you.”

At his admission you moan, not being able to take it anymore. You and Venom work in sync. He begins to remove Eddie’s clothes while each sink that’s exposed you go over it with your tongue.

Eddie’s really hairy so occasionally your tongue would run over a patch of hair and you’d give it special attention.

“Fuck, I think I might actually cum from this alone,” He laughs bashfully, surprising himself. “I’m so sensitive for some reason.”

You dip your tongue into his belly-button, swirling it around before your tongue finally trails down to his throbbing bulge. It jumps in his khaki shorts the moment you place your tongue’s pressure directly on it. He shudders, his fingers through your hair.

The feverish heat of the effects take over you just as you pass the first barrier, bringing his pants down around his ankles. Venom lifts you by the waist for a moment, adding a pillow underneath for your knees. You run your fingers along the underside of his tentacles—where it’s most sensitive for him—as a thank you.

You’re not gentle at all once you spot the wet spot on Eddie’s underwear. He’d cum already and had been too ashamed to speak up. He could already see you making an old man joke about him needing the honey packet more than you but instead you went for his soul.

Immediately, you clamp your mouth around the clothed tip to suck at the sticky essence. It’s so sensitive he could cry, it’s as if the aphrodisiac is giving him a contact high.

He tries to pull your hungry mouth from him but is thwarted when Venom wraps a snaky limb around his wrists, pinning him down.

“Oh god, fuck. Baby…please.” Eddie whimpers.

You drag your nails along his little belly, gripping and pulling the tiny hairs of his happy trail while you sucked him off. Another one of Venom’s tendrils finds their way between your legs, teasing your little nub. You let out a shuddery gasp, your warm breath skirting over his now exposed veiny length.

You trace your tongue on the lightning-patterned cock, tasting the addictive earthiness of him. You’re gushing wet and ready to take their cock and Venom could very well slip a wriggling tendril inside of you this instant…

…but he’d rather Eddie get first dibs.

[mnnuni]

Domestic

Sam Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean's perspective of Sam and Reader's relationship; Sam and Reader are two cutie patooties Words: 1450 Warnings: none, very fluffy Author's note: I actually don't know if I love this or I hate it

A solid faithful relationship into the hunters' field was almost rare: if they were married they were either consummed for loss or full of affairs and if they had boyfriends or girlfriends they will fight for the distance or the different visions of life. And then there was the rarity, the true love cases, the one in which they would share their life of hunters as easily as a piece of bread.

Dean Winchester never really believed in those rareness, never really believed in love in general... that was untill he really saw Sam and (Y/N) together.

Their love started slowly, it was one of that things that people would say "we already knew" when they eventually announced their relationship.

Dean was convinced that Sam's heart decided from the very beginning of their story that he would beat out of his ribcage only for her in his entire life; Dean saw it in the way Sam didn't just pass (Y/N) the milk and sugar for her coffee for her second cup of that day on their first case together, but he put them in her mug while she read out loud some articles for Dean. Sam didn't put much thougth in that action, but when she realized (Y/N) blushed because he remebred the exact order and amount of products she used after only one time.

But Dean also knew that he approved of their relationship when it was him that proposed to Sam to pick the impala and take (Y/N) somewhere special, just because she deserved all the effort his brother could put in a date and even more. Sam wasn't so surprised about that because he also saw how Dean had grown fond of (Y/N), to the point she was the only girl ever that didn't receive the "hurt my brother and I will end you" speech but it was the other way around.

When (Y/N) confined in Dean one night he really wasn't expecting what she was telling him, after more than an year of being officially with Sam.

"I know he loves me" that was her premise, and Dean could have screamed "WE ALL KNOW" but he let her keep going "but sometimes i whish things were easier" at this the Whinchester quirked an eyebrow and Y/N started rumbling then "I'm not saying it isn't easy with Sam, I just want to say that ... there's never a period of peace in our kind of lifes and we all accepted this when we decided to be hunters, but sometimes I find myself of dreaming one night together without running from something or cleaning up eachother scars... I need normality"

Dean knew that this was also Sam's dream, his little brother wanted this since Stanford, but he also knew that both of them needed to hunt because that was what gave them the hope to make the world a better place and the adrenaline that every man and every woman would need to go throu life.

After this conversation with (Y/N), Dean almost ran to Sam to order him to organize something special for his lady; he wasn't surprised to find him already writing a list of things he wanted to do with her, "I know I didn't give her the right amount of attention these past weeks, shoul I go for a picnic or romantic restaurant?". Dean tried not to smile at his answer, even if he really admired how Sam could know how his girlfriend felt withouth even say anithing and his commitment to their relationship; "The picnic is cute, but not for this time of the year. No reastaurant. She needs something calm, be domestic dude"

He left him like this to think of something, he was sure his brother would have find the right thing.

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The next day Sam was adjusting one of the bunker's biggest room, he bought a projector and a too big amount of movies -even if he thought that he could never do too much for (Y/N)-

He asked Dean to help him put her favorite couch in there and order a lot of her favourite snacks.

Dean was really proud of how Sam behaved with (Y/N) and for (Y/N), never saw him so whipped for no-one.

When (Y/N) got out of her shower, she was ready to jump into Sam's bed and sleep for two days if she could; instead she found Dean in the kitchen with a blindfold in his hands, "I promise, you will lovee what you'll see after this" he winked and then put it on her face.

"I swear to God Dean, if you're tricking me..." they were walking a pat she never did in the bunker "oh please you love me too" "if you think so...", Dean stopped her in front of a purple metal door and took the blindfold off "oh i know so" he whispered and then proceeded to walk away from there.

(Y/N) was left to wonder what the hell was going on when Sam opened said door and smiled "Hi", it had the same emotion he carried during their first date, (Y/N) smiled too and got on her tiptoes to give him a light kiss. He grabbed her hand and walked her into the room, she would have cried if she realized sooner everything there was in that room.

"You did all this for me?!"

It was clear in her voice that she was emotional in that moment and Sam hated the fact that she underestimated her value for him, "baby, that's nothing. Perhaps I should have done something sooner when I first started to notice you needed some time alone" "thank you". Sam smiled and gave her a kiss.

When they finally settled onto the couch (Y/N) was analyzing every detail there was in Sam's preparation: he put three blankets on the couch 'cause he knew he was too tall to tall for them both be covered entirely just by one and also added few pillows because (Y/N) loved the fluffy feeling of them while watching a movie; he made a little table with every kind of chips the market sold and four bottles of her favorite soda, on the shelf under it there were two or three packages of cookies too. Sam also organised something like fifteen movies, all divided by genre and number of stars (Y/N) gave them when they first talked about it.

Sam chose the first movie of the night -obviously a musical- and settled next to his girlfriend. She was so fucking happy about all Sam had done for her.

(Y/N) put her head on his chest while Sam's arm was around her shoulders, drawing figures on her arms to make her relax some more.

Dean snuck in after the first two songs of the musical and rested with one shoulder leaned on the doorframe to look at them: they were adorable. At first when they were on their honeymoon phase Dean felt the need to puke every two seconds, but now he loved to look at them from afar and be happy of their happiness

(Y/N) lifted her head to look at Sam: he was so focused on the screen,the lights of the scenes illuminated his face in a way that made his eyes sparkle.

"I love you", she whispered and Sam's face turned instantly. She still blushed when Sam looked at her that way, "and I love you".

Dean didn't see the kiss because he closed the door immediately after his brother said those words, that was another of the things that made Dean root for them: they never said "I love you too", like they had to say it just because or to not be in an embarrassing situation; every time they proclaimed their love for eachother they made sure to let the other know how much they actually loved eachother and how they really believed in what they said with that "I love you".

Sam and (Y/N) watched another movie and a documentary, they finished almost all the chips and sodas. After about the half of the documentary (Y/N) fell asleep snuggled up to Sam, who was massaging her head -he already knew that after one cookie she was about to pass out, so he made sure to get her in the most comfortable position and help with his hands in her hair to allow the sleep to finally set-

Dean never got back in that room, because he knew that they would have fallen asleep eventually. He made himself a burger and drank one too many beers, but it didn't matter because that night Dean too slept so well knowing that his brother and his sister were okay.

[feinv]

hey cuties!! missed u so so much and i wanna know ur thoughts on low honor and high honor arthur,, like what's the difference??

high honor arthur vs low honor arthur.

cw. nsfw under cut. female reader.

well, it’s not a surprise that high honor arthur dedicates his days trying to do good in his world. he is self-conscious about himself, no matter how many times he gets called a good man, he always brushes those comments off. frankly, he thinks he is damned and will never be forgiven for his sins. he doesn’t believe he deserves anything nice. and he especially doesn’t believe he deserves you.

but you are with him, so he has no other choice but to be a better man for you, one you truly deserve. this man is so whipped, and after his failed love life he is eager to make it work. he is not exactly experienced in relationships, is awkward from times to times, doesn’t know when is the right time to hold your hand, to kiss you, to get intimate with you.

how soon is too soon? he just doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, so he would rather constantly ask you and look like a virgin who never felt a touch of a woman than to ruin the special connection you two have :(

he is extremely sweet to you, treats you like a literal princess and makes you feel like you are living in a fairy tale. i wrote here a long time ago how he always takes care of you when you are on your period and here how he treats you in general! ultimately, he is going to settle down with you in a small house you two will call a home. he will do all the hard work but also help you with house chores as well. as much as he doesn’t trust himself after what happened with eliza and isaac, he still wants a family with you.

it’s a whole other story with low honor arthur.

he knows he isn’t a good man, and he isn’t trying to be. he knows he is damned and a sinner, and he also knows that all he wants is to corrupt you in every sense and ruin you for anyone else.

i wrote here and here about how low honor arthur treats you in general. he is still nice to you, his smiled reserved only for you, but with his sweet words, his rough actions always follow behind. you best believe his first answer to anything is violence. he tries not to be an asshole to others in front of you, but to be honest he always fails.

i picture low honor arthur to be more traditional in regards to gender roles. he is more of a feminist than other cowboys in his time can ever be, but in his mind it’s only right if he does the dirty job of haunting, killing, cutting wood and so on, while you take care of the house you two share.

high honor arthur always takes his time with you during sex. he refuses to lay you down on anything other than his mattress, an actual bed, or a soft grass. always relaxes your entire mind and body before he makes sweet love to you. this man is a switch and he prefers to submit to you just as much as he likes taking control.

low honor arthur just takes you on every surface he can get. trust this man to consider slowing down only when you are about to pass out from euphoria. there is no stopping if he starts. he is dominant. always. in every situation.

high honor arthur’s love is sweet, gentle and caring, while low honor’s is just rough, brutal and corruptive.

this is what me thinks.

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[awxcoffeexno]

the patient - part 3

toxic!loganhowlett x reader

sunlight

<< part 2 | series masterlist | fic masterlist | part 4 >>

summary: you realise that happiness can be found elsewhere.

content: bobby takes the reader to prom and it's painfully cute. logan's kinda there but we hate logan rn.

warnings: none

word count: 1.8k

a/n: i kinda sorta accidentally made myself fall in love w bobby as i wrote this??? he's such a cutie patootie,

you sit in front of the mirror, concealing your under eyes when bobby knocks on your door.

"c'mon in!" you chirp, surprised your voice still sounds light after having cried endlessly for days.

he's holding a giant bouquet, one so big you see it walk in before you see him. it makes you let out a surprised but genuine laugh.

"aren't you supposed to bring me a corsage? that's too many flowers." you smile and he sets the bouquet down next to you, leaning against your dresser.

"true, but I'd much rather let you pick which one you like best. not to mention..." he looks you up and down, smile widening involuntarily. "you look absolutely stunning."

that's when you feel it settle in your heart. you might not love him but bobby will make you feel on top of the world. it's his thoughts and his determination that confirms it to you. he'll have it no other way.

bobby's a good guy. and all of his attention is singularly on you. haven't you been so desperate to receive the same from logan? maybe you've just been looking for it in the wrong person.

you swallow that thought, hoping it stays in your belly. he pulls out a white carnation and a tulip from the bouquet, giving you a choice. you point at the carnation and he fashions it into a corsage around your wrist.

you stand up from your vanity, smoothing the dress down one last time, and bobby offers you his hand, his smile warm and genuine. he looks at you with such admiration that it almost makes you forget the ache of the last few days. almost.

the two of you make your way down the hallway and the stairs, the yellow glow of the lights warm and comforting. the prom is being held in the grand ballroom just down the hall. the entire mansion seems to hum with excitement, students and teachers in their finest attire.

as you approach the entrance to the ballroom, the sound of music and laughter grows louder. bobby’s hand is steady in yours, grounding you in the moment. you try to focus on him, on the kindness in his eyes, on the way he looks at you like you’re the only person in the room. he’s everything you should want, everything you deserve.

but you can’t shake the feeling that someone is watching you. you feel logan’s gaze on you before you even see him. it’s like a magnetic pull, one that you wish you could ignore, but can’t.

when you finally glance up, there he is, leaning against the wall just outside the ballroom, his arms crossed over his chest. he’s dressed in his usual attire – jeans, a worn leather jacket –looking completely out of place among the sea of formal wear. but his eyes, those intense, piercing eyes, are locked on you.

you swallow hard, forcing yourself to keep walking, to not give in to the urge to turn around and confront him. bobby notices the tension, his grip on your hand tightening just slightly, but he doesn’t say anything. he just keeps walking beside you, leading you into the ballroom.

the grand space is decked out in shimmering lights and decorations, and you and your peers have worked hard to take it to this from the usual training sessions and meetings that take place here. the music is lively, the laughter infectious, and for a moment, you allow yourself to get lost in it. bobby twirls you onto the dance floor, his smile widening as he sees your hesitation begin to fade.

"you're so pretty, you know?" he whispers, leaning in so you can hear him over the noisy crowd. "i want to make this special for you."

he makes you blush so easily, you'd be head over heels for him in a second if you were normal.

"is it a bit late to point out that i can't dance for shit?" you say sheepishly but his grin in response is so wide it almost makes your heart falter.

"no problem. i can."

and shit, he's good. ice skating, he explains as he leads you through the waltz. he used to ice skate as a child – which is quite fitting for the Iceman – and the image is rather sweet, little bobby dancing across the ice in his little costume.

nothing about him feels little right now though as he twirls you around. you often find yourself holding your breath when he pulls you close, leaning down, his cool breath ghosting your lips.

finally the dance ends, and he looks at you with such brilliance in his eyes you wonder what you've done to deserve this attention from him. you just need to commit and dive in headfirst.

"bobby?"

"yeah?"

"can you kiss me?"

his suave exterior breaks as the sweetest pink colours his cheeks. he gently tips your jaw up and leans down, pressing a cool, feather-light kiss to your lips. it doesn't surprise you how he tastes of peppermint, a stark contrast to the tobacco and–

no. you refuse to think about him. absolutely not.

you quickly kiss him again and thank him for the lovely dance, giggling when he kisses your knuckles in response.

for the next hour, you do your best to enjoy the evening. you laugh with your friends, dance again with bobby, and try to push logan out of your mind. but every time you think you’ve succeeded, you catch a glimpse of him standing by the door, watching you, and your heart clenches all over again.

eventually, bobby steps away to grab some drinks, leaving you alone for a moment. you glance around the ballroom, taking in the glittering scene, but your eyes are drawn back to logan. he’s still standing there, still watching you with that unreadable expression.

before you can stop yourself, you find your feet moving toward him, your heart pounding in your chest. you tell yourself that you just want to get this over with, to find out what he wants so you can move on with your night, but deep down, you know it’s more than that. it always is with logan.

when you reach him, you stop, crossing your arms over your chest in a defensive posture. “what are you doing here, logan?”

you try and fail to read his mind. he's been blocking you out for a while now and he's clearly getting better at it.

he looks at you, his eyes dark and intense. “just keeping an eye on things.” he fucking hated that kiss for himself but knows that it was good for you.

“on what, exactly?” you challenge, your voice sharper than you intended and that makes him falter. “you said you wouldn't come without jean.”

“i did,” he admits, his gaze flickering to the dance floor where bobby is laughing with a group of students. “but i like seeing you happy.”

the sincerity in his voice catches you off guard, and for a moment, you don’t know what to say. you want to be angry with him, to tell him to leave you alone, but the way he’s looking at you makes it hard to breathe.

“logan, you can’t just—” you start, but he cuts you off, stepping closer.

“i was wrong, okay? about what i said before. about a lot of things.” his voice is low, filled with a regret that tugs at your heartstrings.

you narrow your eyes, trying to hold on to your resolve. “that’s not an apology.”

“no, it’s not,” he agrees, taking another step closer. “but i’m tryin' to fix this. i don’t know how, but i’m gonna try.”

you’re torn between the part of you that wants to walk away and the part that’s been waiting to hear these words for what feels like forever. you look up at him, your heart aching with confusion and longing.

“you really hurt me, logan,” you whisper, your voice trembling.

“i know,” he says softly, reaching out to gently take your hand. “and i’m sorry. i never wanted to hurt you, but i did. and i’ll spend as long as it takes making it up to you if you let me.”

no. you cannot let him do this. not just yet. it isn't fair that you should suffer for a week alone and then just let him stride back into your life.

you pull your hand back, shaking your head. “no, logan.”

he looks at you, confused. a minute passes before he manages to find his words.

“what do you mean, no?” of course he isn't used to hearing that word from your mouth. you've never uttered it to him before.

“i mean no,” you repeat, firmer this time. “you don’t get another chance to hurt me. you don’t get to play with my feelings and then expect me to just forgive you because you’ve decided it’s convenient now.”

his eyes darken, the regret in them shifting to something harder, more defensive. “i’m trying to make things right.”

“and i’m telling you, it’s too late,” you say, your voice strong despite the way your heart is breaking. but when you think back to how easy it felt with bobby, you continue, “you don’t get to do this to me again. i deserve better, logan. i deserve someone who sees me, who wants me, who doesn’t need to lose me to realise what they had.”

he stares at you, his jaw clenched, his eyes searching yours for any sign of weakness. but you stand your ground, refusing to let him see how much this is killing you inside.

“you can’t mean that,” he finally says, his voice low, almost pleading.

“i do,” you say, forcing yourself to hold his gaze. “i’m done, logan. i’m done letting you hurt me.”

for a moment, it looks like he’s going to argue, to push back and try to convince you otherwise. but then something in his expression shifts, and he steps back, the fight draining out of him.

“fine,” he mutters, turning away. “if that’s what you want.”

“it is,” you whisper, more to yourself than to him.

without another word, he walks away, disappearing down the hallway, leaving you standing there with your heart in pieces.

you take a deep breath, blinking back the tears that threaten to spill. you can’t break down now. not here, not when bobby is waiting for you.

when you return to the ballroom, bobby is there, holding two cups of punch and flashing you a bright smile. “hey, you okay?”

you force a smile, taking the cup from him. “yeah, i’m fine.”

but as you look into his kind eyes and lean up to press a quick kiss on his lips, you realize that now you're doing the exact same thing to him that logan's done to you.

well, shit.

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yayayayay we love reader standing up for herself and not taking logan's bs anymore. also, isn't bobby the sweetest?

i really hope this checked off a few of the requests y'all had. i had sm fun writing this. also praying I haven't missed anyone off the taglist.

love, d <3

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[respectthepetty]

I do not care about Oh nor his mama in episode five of Your Sky because I have more important things to focus on.

Like color-coded boys IN LOVE since Rak only wore his Blue Boy's color this entire episode.

And it's obvious Fah loves Rak because whoever bought that 💕heart💕 sign for this show deserves a raise!

Real needs to quit judging other color-coded boys in love for arm wrestling and hold his Red Rascal's hand before Hia finds another boy to flirt with! I'm counting on them to bring the special Domundi spice, so I need Real to be like his bestie.

And HOLD HIS BOY'S HAND!

Because none of this is fake at this point. Fah loves Rak, and Rak is IN PINK loves Fah.

Their whole world is turning pink.

Because PINK = 💕LOVE💕!!!!

Then, Yellow Yal Rak wore green, which is a mix of his and Fah's color!

So when Blue Boy Fah finally wears Rak's color, I'm going to scream so high that only animals will be able to hear it.

Since Rak continues to wear Fah's color. Like all the time. Seven days a week. Every hour. Every minute. Every second!

And that's what is so great about this! Rak doesn't realize he is in love but keeps wearing Fah's color because he is very much in love, while Fah, who is aware he loves Rak, is hiding his color most of the time!

So I'm going to believe the "R" over Fah's heart is intentional from the wardrobe department, and we get to see what's in Fah's heart even if he keeps it very well hidden.

Like how much he wants to be domestic with Rak in their color-coded kitchens!

And, once again, Rak is in ALL BLUE thinking about that almost kiss.

Since he was in Fah's blue room trying to get "more intimate"

But in a way that Babe would not approve of!

So, thank goodness, Lee is there to not only help his best friend move this plot and relationship along.

But he is also there to help his brother too!

So for his reward, he should get this cutie like the tags keep telling me!

But beyond Lee, the entire group understands the assignment, and pushes these two color-coded boys in love closer together by filming a music video.

And we almost get a kiss, well, before Babe stops it since they didn't leave room for Jesus.

Sidenote: The color-coded accessories in this show are world class because Rak's script folder was yellow and Fah's was blue.

But even though the kiss was interrupted and Rak claimed he was sick because he doesn't realize he is in love, we still ended the episode with him IN BLUE because he is IN LOVE!

And instead of the 🎶Blinding Light of Love🎶 only showing up in his fantasy,

It started to emerge in real life when Fah showed up at his door to take care of him.

NOW LET'S GO TO THE BEACH!

[unknown-genshin-fan]

~February's special~

Sub!Asmo x Dom!reader

TW - (Soft!dom reader, Handjob, praising(Good boy, etc), Lovesick Asmo, Pet names(little bunny/bunny), tearing up Asmo, Asmo sitting on readers lap, slight fluff, begging, Kisses) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was Valentine's Day today, what better way to spread love than to make love to your fellow lust demon? Asmo! Asmodeus the 5fth oldest demon brother, Demon of Lust. He was sitting on your lap, legs spread out in front of a mirror giving him a whole view of himself, Only wearing a white silk robe that perfectly fits him. Your hand gently goes up and down on his cock that was leaking out pre-cum, Asmo who is letting soft small whines, moans, and gasps from your hand expertly working on his cock Gentle marking all over his chest, thighs, collarbone to his neck added more beauty to him. While you whisper praises into his ear like "Good boy" or "You are doing such a great job." causing his whines to slightly get louder every praise you whisper into his ear, His body shakes from the pleasure from both of your whispers and touch, His beautiful eyes looking up at you as if begging you to speed up more so he can reach release already You happily obliged, speeding up your hands on his cock causing gasps and moans to start forming from his mouth, He bucks his hips more into his hands, "Please.. please more.." Asmo whined needily while your hands sped up on his cock causing pre-cum to leak more and dirtying his white robe. "Ok, ok. Little bunny." You whispered into his ear while making your hands speed up just a tiny bit more for him to reach his well-deserved orgasm In a matter of seconds of you speeding up your strokes, He came all over your hands, the robe, and the floor letting out soft whines and gasps as the orgasm after-effect died down. He looks up at you with expecting eyes as if wanting you to praise him after his good job. Who wouldn't say yes to Asmo's face? Definitely you! You set him properly on your lap allowing him to face you and not the mirror. You cupped his cheeks before peppering his face with little kisses while whispering the praises he deserves Asmo's eyes slightly tear up from all the love and praises you gave him causing him to whine and bury his face into the crook of his neck, His body was still shaking from the slight pleasure. Even the simplest graze of touch from you is enough to make him sensitive and shake like a leaf in the wind He looks up at you before speaking with his perfect face, "Thank you.. for the Valentine's gift." Asmo spoke. Isn't he just a cutie? who would resist such an adorable lustful demon! He rests his hands on your shoulder and sighed contently before resting his head on your shoulder What a pretty boy isn't he?

[neuvistar]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KUNIKUZUSHI.

— featuring . wanderer / kunikuzushi x fem!reader

— warnings / content warnings . nsfw. kunikuzushi being such an absolute cutie (it’s darling’s first time pls be vv patient w him), vaginal sex, riding, creampie, a lil bit of titplay, use of nicknames, overall suggestive content. please let me know if i missed a few ໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა || 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

ੈ‧₊˚ “how about this. would you like me to be your present, kuni?”

✦ WANDERER . KUNIKUZUSHI (OR KABUKIMONO)

kunikuzushi sat by himself on the floor, relaxing under the sunlight that was radiating through the window from outside, sighing deeply to himself. it’s been days, weeks, months maybe even years until he finally found someone like you, someone he could trust with his life, someone he could show his vulnerability to. throughout all his sleepless nights, there was nothing that ran through his thoughts except the thought of you leaving him. even just thinking about the day you’ll betray him.. just like how they did never failed to make tears start swelling in his eyes.

he refused to stay away from you, and he hated it. it’s like you HAD to be with him at all times, or he had to be with you at all times. he doesn’t want you to leave him, he doesn’t want you to leave him all alone on the dust like how others did. he doesn’t ever wanna go back to phase one, where he was abandoned by someone he still deeply cherished inside his heart, his mother. his life is in your hands, and you were willing to accept him and show him the love he’s always wanted to be shown, always willing to teach him new things. you didn’t see him as some kind of abomination, you didn’t see him as some useless puppet that deserved to be played with and thrown away after usage, you saw him as human. he absolutely loves you for that, he let his guard down for you. despite him not being human himself, you still saw him as one. but really.. could he trust you? no.. he shouldn’t. he can’t, right? what if you leave him, what if you abandon him, is this just some kind of facade of yours? or—

“kuniku!” he blinked a few times, ears picking up the sound of a familiar voice nearby. he stood up quickly, turning his body around, eyes desperately trying to find you. all of the sudden, he flinched at the feeling of your arms snaking around his figure, letting out a cute yet startled “hnpmh!”. hugging his body tightly, you intertwined your fingers with his, pressing a light kiss on his cheek. “today’s a special day, kunikuzushi! it’s your birthday! happy happy birthday to you!”

today .. this specific day .. was a special day, you would always tell him that. his birthday .. a special day, huh? he never celebrated his birthday with someone he cherished before, so it shocked him when you mentioned that partners like you both are supposed to celebrate birthdays together. although, he didn’t mind spending more time with you, he always wanted to be by your side, after all. he doesn’t get it, why are you willing to spend this special day with someone like him? surely you could’ve had better things to do rather than stay with him, right?

“why must you always pull these kind of ridiculous surprise hugs on me whenever you feel like?”

“do you not like it when i do it? i can stop if you want.”

“absurd! it’s not that, it’s just— forget it. do whatever you please.”

you giggled pecking his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck. “happy birthday kuni, i love you.” he hummed, hesitantly wrapping his arms around your waist. “let’s go rest up. you must be tired, hm? the sun’s been out all day, aren’t you feeling too hot at all?” you put a hand on his head, eyebrows furrowed as kunikuzushi blinked at your sudden action. it’s not rare that you do this, he knows you like checking his temperature in case something happens to him. although.. he deny the fact that all he’s been staring at was your chest, how close you both were, how he caught sight of your nipples poking up into the shirt, absolutely ridiculous .. did you not wear anything under? he swallowed the lump in his throat as his face began to heat up.

“hm .. enough about that, now, what would you like to do? or even better, what would you want to have as a present?” you pulled away from his body, leading him to the room you both shared, scooting close to him when you both sat on the mattress. “is there anything particular you have in mind?”

he gulped, pretty eyes of his still focused on your cute breasts. fuck.. will he ever catch a break from you? what even is this feeling in his body? this unfamiliar feeling drove him crazy, it’s like he craved for something.. but he just couldn’t put his mind into it, is this one of your doings? unknown to him, you knew where his eyes were settled. you giggled, “kuni? my eyes are up here, y’know?”

“a—ah .. apologies, would you mind repeating that?”

“what gift would you like from me?” you scooted even closer, putting a hand on his arm, leaning forward to whisper in his ear. “or.. how about this. would you like me to be your present, kuni?”

he froze in place, unable to move as he was startled by your sudden boldness with him, did he hear you right?

“i’m afraid to say that i don’t know how .. to .. do any of that. i’ve never done such thing before.”

ahh.. you knew what he meant. what a sweet darling he is.

“then let me do the work for you, darling. can i?” you scooted even closer to his body, breasts practically rubbing against his arm as his breath hitched at the sudden contact, nodding at your request, before leaning over to kiss his neck. “i’ll take care of you, okay hun? just let me do everything for you.”

— buuuwwep !! ૮꒰ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ꒱ྀིა

“hmn.. mhm ..” you tightened your grip on his attire, fucking yourself on his cock as your tits bounced continuously, mouth wide open before throwing your head back in pleasure, getting lost in the feeling of kunikuzushi’s cock in your wet pussy. “mmph .. [name] please .. ah—“ kunikuzushi found himself getting lost in the pleasure of this new feeling, cock twitching at how your walls felt around him, he wanted more. way more.

“you like that, darling? you want more?”

“more.. more please hn—“ you chuckled, slamming yourself down on him, the tip of his dick reaching and brushing against the deepest parts in you, oh how much he loved the cute faces you made as you fucked yourself on his cock.. how much he loved how your tits bounced through your shirt. kunikuzushi brought a hand to cup your breasts, hand engulfing your tits fully as a whole. that is until he came back to his senses, dragging his hand away from your breast before you swiftly guided it back towards it.

“s’okay baby, keep touching me. i’m all yours, after all.” that was when kunikuzushi reached his point. he pushed you off of him, catching you off guard as he hesitantly grabbed both of your legs, aligning himself with you before slipping his cock back into your warm cunt. “a—all mine..?” “mhm.. all yours, baby” fuck. kunikuzushi began moving his hips, unable to think of anything else but you, just you. your words of encouragement making his dick twitch, “i’m all yours, after all.” kuni slipped the hem of your shirt way up over your tits, revealing your tits to him. “kuni—“ he took your breast in his mouth, teeth tracing against your flesh. he lifted up one of your legs, pressing it down against the mattress as he rubbed your bud with his thumb. “k—kuni!” he pulled away from your breast, a string of saliva connecting from it to his mouth as he buried himself in your neck, wrapping a hand around your waist to pull both your bodies close together, making it easier for him to abuse your needy hole with his dick.

“mine.. [name] you’re all mine right? gonna make you all mine.” you whined, body shuddering before your clenched around him, your orgasm building up quickly inside of you. your body shook as you cried out in pleasure, cumming on kunikuzushi’s dick. taking in a few gulps of air, you tried calming your breathing down before letting out a loud moan at one sharp thrust. “[name].. i feel something coming.. where do i—“ “inside, kuni. inside” he bit his lip, snapping his hips against yours one last time before releasing his load into you, painting your walls white. the warmth and the euphoric feeling of him cumming inside of you drove you crazy so much that you didn’t even notice how much he came, his load starting to drip out from your soaked pussy and onto the sheets underneath. “h—happy birthday, kuni. i hope that was a— ah!”

you were flipped around, face first on the soft pillows that were under you, kunikuzushi aligning himself with your overstimulated cunt once more as he rammed himself inside of you again. “kuni! i’m sensitive.. please later—“ “need more of you, please..”

“f—fine.. mng! its your.. birthday after all..”

happy birthday kuni n happy 20th birthday to me !! <33 — Maryse ૮꒰˶˃̵ ^ ˂̵˵꒱ა

[theworldofotps]

The Chase (Slight NSFW)

Pairing: Jay White x OC Bee Word Count: 2,468 Description: Jay finds himself hooked on the new backstage producer.

Normally don't write for Jay but decided he fit this idea perfectly. Specially written for @omg-im-such-a-masochist Wishing you the happiest birthday babes! I'm so thankful to know you and for the friendship we've created don’t know what I’d do without you. Never forget just how important you are to me and so many others. You deserve nothing but the best I love you so much, happy birthday baby enjoy your story!! 🖤 _________ Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist​ @melissahausen @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose @hotgirlgraps @madhatterbri @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @adamcolesbaybay @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @rebellious-desires​ @surdelcielo @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @terrortwinunicorn @alyyaanna @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456 @mcreignsera @auburnwrites​ @aews-four-pillars @thatnerdwriter​ @sjwrites22​ If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. _________ Jay White was a major flirt, everyone in the AEW locker room knew that. He was a sweet-talking ladies’ man, not unfamiliar with female company. When Bee joined the company as an assistant producer and right hand for Tony Khan, everyone was intrigued. She had a reputation for being a no-nonsense professional with a sharp mind and a sharp tongue to match. Jay’s interest was immediately piqued.

When he seen her for the first time, Bee was walking through the backstage area with her head held high, radiating confidence. She had an aura of authority and an unapologetic attitude that demanded respect. Jay knew this was his chance to talk with her, so excusing himself from his conversation with the Gunn Brothers he approached her. The usual smirk covered his face as he held out his hand.

“The name’s Jay White but I’m sure you already knew that, and your name must be angel because it looks like you just fell from Heaven.”

Bee looked up from her clipboard with an almost annoyed expression on her face that took him back for a moment.

“Yes I know who you are, and flattery will get you nowhere with me Mr. White now please move along. I have other places of importance to be.”

Walking past him she continued her way down the hall leaving a dumbstruck Jay in her wake. Austin and Colten laughed walking over both wrapping an arm around him, because since they became friends, this was a first.

“I never thought I would ever see the day where a woman would turn down Jay White.”

Colten chuckled watching as Bee made her way down the hallway away from them

“I heard it wasn’t possible that they just automatically all want to jump in bed with him.”

Austin smirked as Jay rolled his eyes shaking them both off him as they went into their locker room grabbing their bags.

“Will you two just shut up bloody hell maybe the fact you guys were around, is why she brushed me off.”

The brothers looked at each other before laughing, causing Jay to flip them both off. Leaving the room, the sound of their laughter followed him.  He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had brushed him off so effortlessly. It was... exciting.

From that moment on, Jay made it his mission to win her over. Whenever Bee was around, Jay would find a reason to be nearby, tossing her a wink or a flirty comment. "Your parents must be bakers because you’re a cutie pie.” or "You know, the ring isn’t the only place I know how to make magic happen."

Bee, however, wasn’t impressed. She remained focused on her job, rolling her eyes at Jay’s antics and refusing to give him the time of day. Her cool demeanor only made Jay try harder.

Jay did everything he could to get Bee’s attention. He hadn’t realized it yet, but he was hooked. Every time they were in the same room his eyes drifted towards her, one day he heard Mark Brisco make her laugh. And it was the best sound he had heard in his life, watching her head fall back slightly as her eyes lit up with happiness. No matter what he did Bee brushed him off, after their last encounter he knew he had to change.

Bee was trying to juggle a bunch of tasks and Jay’s failed attempts at flirting were the last straw.

“Jay, you’re a great wrestler and clearly good at what you do. But I’ve worked too hard to get here to be distracted by some pretty words and a handsome face. If you want to impress me, show me you’ve got more than just a silver tongue. Respect me as a person not just a possible piece of ass.”

For once, Jay was at a loss for words. He realized Bee wasn’t playing hard to get—she was just being honest. She wasn’t impressed by superficial charm, and if he wanted a chance, he’d have to dig deeper.

So, over the next few weeks, Jay dialed back the flirting and started paying attention. He saw how Bee managed the chaos of the production room, how she stayed calm under pressure, and how she treated everyone. The more he watched her the more he realized he wanted to know more than just the work side of her, he wanted to know the woman behind the image she showed everyone.

One day after working late Bee was crossing the parking lot. She hadn’t caught any of her coworkers for a ride and the closest uber was twenty minutes away.

“Need a lift? Maybe even go somewhere and stop off for a drink?”

Turning, she groaned internally when she saw Jay walking out of the building with a bag over his shoulder and keys in his other hand.

“No thank you I appreciate the offer, but I don’t mix business with… whatever this is. And besides, I’m not interested in being another notch on your belt.”

“Wait.”

He said catching up with her and stepped in front of her.

“Look I actually want to apologize.”

“What?”

She asked, completely confused by his words, that was the last thing she ever expected to hear from him.

“Apologize for what?”

“For chasing you and being so persistent while making you feel like I don’t respect you as a human.”

Jay shifted on his feet, for the first time in ages he felt vulnerable as he looked into her eyes.

“I realized that my behavior hasn’t been the best and I wanted to apologize. I just find myself fascinated with you and then to be turned down so many times has been well different.”

Bee looked at him, and for a moment, there was a hint of a smile on her lips. But it quickly faded.

“A woman doesn’t owe you anything Jay and I certainly don’t.”

“I know that and I’m sorry for my behavior I would like to give you a ride and that drink offer is still up. I promise no Switchblade charm will be involved, just Jay. Maybe we could be friends eventually? Or if you rather not I can just walk away after dropping you off wherever it is you’re going.”

Bee eyed him for a moment, weighing her options. She really didn’t want to walk all the way to her hotel, and she was thirsty.

“Alright fine, I’ll take the ride and drink but the first moment you try any funny business I’m gone and you will never get near me again outside of the work place.”

“Deal.”

Holding his hand out Jay smiled as she looked at his hand then held out her own, giving it a shake the two made their way to his car.

“Would it be pushing it if I suggested the idea of getting some food with that drink before I drop you off? You like Italian food?”

Glancing over at him slightly surprised she nodded her head.

“Yeah, I love Italian food it’s my favorite, I suppose food doesn’t sound bad after all you owe me for your terrible flirting.”

“Oi my flirting is top knotch thank you very much.”

Opening the passenger door for her then walking around to his side Jay got behind the wheel. Kicking off her heels Bee sighed, settling back into the comfortable seat, her eyes closing for a moment as she relaxed. Soon arriving at the restaurant, the pair made their way inside grabbing a table.

Jay and Bee's first meal together turned out to be more than just a simple outing—it was the beginning of something new for both of them. Over the course of their conversation while dining, Bee discovered that Jay White, the infamous flirt, was more than his reputation suggested. He talked about his journey from New Zealand to the wrestling world, the struggles of being away from home, and the constant pressure of staying on top. There was a genuine vulnerability in his words, something Bee hadn't expected.

From that night on, things began to shift between them. Jay still had his playful moments, but his approach was different. Instead of throwing around pick-up lines, he’d offer a genuine compliment, ask Bee about her day, or checked in on her when he saw her working late. He was serious when he said he wanted to try and be her friend.

Bee, in turn, began to appreciate these small gestures. She still had her guard up—years of dealing with overconfident athletes and the wrestling world's unpredictable nature had taught her to be cautious. But she found herself enjoying Jay's company more and more. She saw a side of him that wasn’t about bravado or flirtation, but rather a man who genuinely cared about those around him.

One evening, after another long day, Jay found Bee sitting alone in one of the empty stands, looking out at the empty ring. He could see the exhaustion on her face, but also a sense of quiet pride. He walked over and sat down beside her, not saying a word at first.

“You know, I’ve seen a lot of crazy things in my career.”

 Jay began, breaking the silence that had settled between them.

“But I think watching you run a show is right up there.”

Bee chuckled softly, glancing over at him.

“You’re just saying that because I didn’t kick you out of the production truck earlier when you tried to help.”

“Nah that’s not it.”

He chuckled sipping the drink he had in his bag and held out a fresh bottle of water to her.

“I mean it. You’ve got a way of keeping everything together. It’s impressive.”

Bee smiled, feeling a warmth in his words that she hadn’t expected to feel.

“Thanks, Jay. That actually means a lot coming from you.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, both enjoying the peace of the empty arena. Finally, Bee spoke up again.

“You know, you’ve surprised me, Jay White. You’re not just the flirt everyone thinks you are.”

Jay looked at her, his expression serious for once but with a softness in his eyes.

“People see what they want to see, Bee. But you… you took the time to see more. And I appreciate that.”

Bee nodded, feeling a connection forming that was deeper than just friendship.

“I guess we’re both full of surprises.”

Jay leaned back, a genuine smile spreading across his face.

“I guess we are.”

“And from that moment on I knew my life would never be the same, now look at us married and enjoying our honeymoon in New Zealand.” Jay looked over at Bee as she adjusted her sunglasses wearing the same smile that captured his heart. They have been lying on the beach together reminiscing about the early days of their relationship.

“Feels like it was yesterday instead of four years ago now. You were so serious I thought I’d never crack that shell of yours.”

Jay mused, his voice low and gentle, not wanting to disturb the calm they had settled into.

Bee opened one eye and gave him a mock glare.

“Maybe I liked keeping you on your toes, White. Besides, you were insufferable back then.”

Jay laughed, a deep, warm sound that made Bee smile as he adjusted his sunglasses.

“I’ll give you that. But come on, admit it you were a little impressed with my persistence. Right?”

She rolled her eyes playfully as she reached out to poke his stomach.

“More like annoyed. But… I guess I was eventually a little curious. You were different from most of the guys I’ve met in the business. And I mean that in the best way possible.”

Jay chuckled, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face.

“I hoped I’d win you over eventually. Just had to show you the real me even if it took you turning me down a lot to do so.”

Bee’s smile softened, and she turned on her side to face him.

“Yeah, you did. And I’m glad you did.”

She paused, a thoughtful expression crossing her face.

“I was so focused on proving myself, on keeping things strictly professional while also making sure my walls I’d built didn’t crumble. I never thought I’d end up falling for someone like you.”

“Someone like me?”

He teased, raising an eyebrow as he wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her onto his chest.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Bee laughed, a light, warm sound that Jay loved more every time that he heard it.

“You know exactly what I mean. Mr. ‘Switchblade’ Jay White, the notorious flirt, and ladies' man.”

Jay feigned a hurt expression, placing a hand on his chest as she smiled down at him.

 “Ouch. That’s how you see me?”

A smile crossed her face as she shook her head pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“Not anymore. Now I see the guy who stayed up late to help me in the production truck, who took time to listen to my crazy stories, and who made me feel seen when I needed it most. I see the guy who’s got a bigger heart than he lets on.”

“And who is also incredible sexy and your new husband.”

“Yeah yeah sexy and my husband.”

She said as his hands continued to slide over her back as they listened to the waves hitting the shore for a bit longer until a smirk slowly crossed his face.

“You know something, it’s been a while since I’ve shown you how much I love you.”

“We literally did it twice this morning.”

“Yeah, but this is our honeymoon a third time won’t kill us.”

He chuckled standing up and lifting her in his arms as he made his way back towards their beach house. Bee couldn’t help but laugh again as she wrapped her arms around his neck pressing soft kisses to his sun heated skin. That was one of the things she loved about being so close to the water; it didn’t take them very long to get from the beach to the bedroom.

When Jay laid her on the bed, he quickly removed their swimsuits, placing hot wet kisses against her skin. Her hands tangled in his hair as he didn’t bother wasting time before parting her legs and sinking into her wet heat. Their soft gasps and moans soon filled the room as Jay sank into her repeatedly. His lips moving against hers with a hunger that still managed to make her insides quiver. His fingers pinched her nipples smirking as she cried out his name, that was a sound he’d never get tired of.

“Jay please.”

“Shh let go for me baby we’re just getting started.”

[beardedherculestrucker]

German patriot from 1937...

Werner Schmidt, a 598 pound heavy bodybuilder and boss of a concentration camp.

A huge and very sadistic man who trains heavy to become the most massive fascist that ever existed!

Dressed up in his pristine, tight SS uniform,

superthick muscledaddy Werner walks, or better: waddles to his private prison cells in his big, black boots, carrying an enormous axe and a baseball bat...

This huge and handsome daddybull will be giving his prisoners a special, ultrahard treatment: should Werners victims survive this,

these poor creatures won't ever forget what sexy rightwing bull Mr.Schmidt will do to them tonight...

As soon as his personal prisoners see their tormentor coming around the corner, the exitement is enormous:

screams, moans and fast, weird talking by many of them;

Werner had to grin: this is something he absolutely loves- and immediately gets a hard on...

He grabbed his erected dick through the fabric of his tight uniform trousers:

oh, yeSS, it feels so sexy to have the trouserfabric between his meaty cock and the leathergloved hands...

The racist bull's cock is huge, nothing to be hidden here: one reason why Werner wears extremely tight pants and no underwear!

So very thick and wide, the handsome fascist could only waddle his way to his victims, this colossal beast was just too big!

An extremely huge man, who waddles his way, carrying more than 500 pounds of solid body-beef with him...so HHot!

When musclepig Werner arrived at the first prison cell, the killer instinct of this big and cute Nazibull was now fully there;

Daddy's cock felt so good: and his hard-on was recognized by his imprisoned people...

Some pre-cum(he was too exited about his killings already!) made his beige uniform trouser wet a bit- so he opened the buttons, grabbed his huge, sticky prick and got it out!

The mature musclebeast pushed back the foreskin of his fat cock with his leathergloves on;

Werner pressed a bit to get more pre-cum out of the cleft of his glans...then he rubbed the sticky cum over the shiny glans...

The fragile woman in the cell saw that and her face showed she got even more frightened...

Werner realized a moaning coming from her and thought:

"I should have a good piSS before i start slashing my property to bloody pieces!"

"Wanking and jizzing off is better without the feeling of having to pee!"

Big Werner intended to empty his full bladder, so he went straight to her cell, took the key and opened the door...

The behemoth went in and gave the tiny woman a hefty kick with his leatherboot right into her stomach:

Our huge muscledaddy then harshly ordered to open her mouth wide-she opens it a bit..."Wider...", he said in a low-voice, but the aggressive undertone made her immediately do it: "That's fine.." the huge bull murmured...

He went a step forward, took his thick cock in his left leathergloved hand and started piSSing into her face!

Ooohh, yeeaahhh: that felt so good!!!

Cute fascistbull Werner Schmidt got even more horny: he not only pissed his urine into her mouth, he pissed all over her starved body- the prisonshirt got soaking wet, her hair looked like after a rain shower...but it was no rain, hehe

"...this little piece of shit behaved very well, by the way", the superthick cutie thought with a grin...

Big daddy W. Schmidt moaned and grunted: he could have jizzed all his cum into his victims face right now-he was SO HORNY!!!

But fullbearded musclemonster Werner wanted to hold his seed in for now:

later, when he dismembers 4 or 5 children, their parents plus the grandparents, he will SShoot off his sticky load...

But...Werner grinned mischievously...why not cum a little...into this woman's exhausted face:

this piece of scum didn't deserve his premium cum, but it's her last day of being alive anyway...so this huge, handsome and a bit cruel bull thought, he will give her a last facial...

Werner grabbed her head and pushed his huge cock into her mouth, very roughly: he shoved it in as deep as he could, kept it there for a moment and pulled his dick back...but the poor woman had absolutely no chance to breath, he fucked her face a second time: as deep as he could, she choked and choked...

big muscledaddy Werner just loved her choking, it turned this huge racist on so very much-but he wanted to go on fucking her face, so he kept on deepthroating it with full dickpower, again and again!

After 15 minutes, burly fascist Werner felt, his hot cum was about to explode from his hairy scrotum into his huge, meaty dick...uuughhh: only a minute left for the sweaty, handsome musclemonster to jizz off into this cunt's mouth...this huge daddy had an idea that turned him on even more he was already:

short before cumming, he shut her nostrils with his leathergloved right hand and kept on deepthroating this piece of shit as hard as he could!

The poor bitch choked and choked again- couldn't breath...she tried to get the big prick out of her bleeding mouth...in vain...her arm movements got slower, her eyes got a glassy look...

"Aaaaaaaaahhhuuuuuhhh, FuuucKKK!": with loud shouting big boy Werner was shooting his big cumload into her mouth; some seed oozed off the corners of her mouth...

in that very moment she died.

Werner was a bit exhausted from fucking the bitches face...he pulled his mighty cock out of her mouth: blood and cum dribbled from her worn out maw on the floor...

The cute Nazibull felt more cum was in his scrotum and aimed for her lifeless face:

"Aaaahhhhoooohhhhfuuuck!": daddybull Werner jizzed another big load of his sticky cum into the dead woman's face!

This superthick Nazibull never had been sucked off by a prisoner this good for days!

[cumulo-stratus]

“For Me?”

Pairing: Spencer reid x Male!Autistic!Reader

Description: Y/n brings spencer an early Christmas gift relating to their shared special interest of the sci-fi fantasy series Dune

Warnings: fluff, possible swearing, spoilers for season 10, spencer being an insecure little cutie-pie

Flufftober day 10: Gift giving

A/N: Sorry it’s kinda short- and i know it’s not Christmas but i read a blurb a while back with a similar prompt/idea and i loved it so im remaking it here! bon journée!

The snow drifted lazily down from grey clouds- but Y/n was anything but grey today. He had decided that on his lunch break, instead of you know- eating lunch, he would go out to find some early christmas gifts for his boyfriend. Since it was his first Christmas after prison, he wanted to make it extra special. And y/n was doing that by giving spencer as much love and affection as he could, without being inappropriate. Y/n had decided he was willing to endure the teasing from Derek and Emily if it meant he got to put a smile on spencers face. On this particular day spencer was eating his soup at his desk, reading a book when he saw you get up from your desk. Now spencer didnt think anything of it, it was lunch time- hes probably just going to the fridge in the shared kitchenette to get his helping of leftover minestrone soup from the other night. But what did catch spencers attention was when instead of making his to the kitchen y/n started pulling on his winter coat and his spencers scarf.  Spencer looked at Y/n- questioning his actions. “where are you going?” spencer couldn’t help but notice the slightly mischievous glint in his lovers eyes when asked the question. Y/n just responded with a simple “Oh nowhere- but I’ll be back before you know it!” And with that Y/n was gone- already walking through the big glass doors of the BAU after giving spencer a chaste kiss to the lips and sauntering out the door, leaving spencer clueless as he watched his boyfriends back stray farther and farther across the room.

Y/n walked into the bookstore, shaking the snowflakes out his hair and stomping the snow off the bottoms of his beat converse, as a little bell dinged quietly behind him. The sole worker of the quiet shop looked up from the register, throwing y/n a small smile before looking back down at their book. The man made his way to the back of the store first- as thats were the sci-fi books were. As he walked through the worn page scented aisles he ran his fingers across the spines of each book he passed. The uneven surfaces and textures creating a relaxing sensory experience- which Y/n needed especially after how many people had been in the office today.  When did he finally reach the far end of the store- Y/n realized he didn’t know what he was looking for- but he decided that he would know it if he saw it. And boy did he find the right thing. Both spencer and Y/n had just a little bit of an obsession with the sci-fi fantasy series Dune by Issac Asimov. They had read it together- watched the newer movies- and discussed it at length. And now Y/n had found the best gift ever for his boyfriend spencer. It was a first edition set of all 3 books- And one of them- was signed! Spencer was going to freak! Y/n was freaking! Y/ns hands flapped in front of him and he bounced from foot to foot in excitement. 

It took him almost no time at all to bring the set to the front and have the books wrapped in paper- he decided to even pay a couple extra dollars to have them put a ribbon on it. His train of thought was that spencer deserved only the best- obviously.

After walking out of the store- the small ding signaling both the beginning and the end of his time in the quiet shop rang out. The cold air hit y/n causing a shiver down his spine as his feet crunched in the thin layer of snow that coated the DC sidewalks. Y/n stood on the side walk for a moment, admiring the snowy environment- but the weight of the bag at his side reminded him of the job at hand. Y/n began walking again- making his way towards the bus stop. The man glanced down at the watch on his wrist (a Christmas gift from Spencer from previous years), he had 20 minutes to get back to Quantico.  It would take him ten minutes on the bus and 5 minutes to get through security and climb the many floors to the BAU, leaving five minutes to give Spencer his pre-Christmas gift. 

The bus lurched to a stop 1 street away from the FBI headquarters, and Y/n grabbed the paper bag at his side and skipped off the bus into the chilly December air, excited to give spencer his present. 

The big glass doors of the BAU swung open and caught spencers attention from all the way across the room- mainly because of the speed at which Y/n was bounding across the room at. He practically skipped across the bullpen, nearly crashing into spencer as he came to a halt. 

“woah Y/n- slow down!” despite his scolding words the rest of his demeanor betrayed him- he had a big smile and was trying not to laugh as he spoke. He pushed y/n back up into a standing position after catching him, blocking his boyfriend from crashing face-first into his desk. 

“i would’ve been fine dont worry about it-“ spencer juste sighs in resignation at his boyfriends antics. He then noticed the unusually excited look on Y/ns face and became almost immediately worried. This was Y/n after all. Said man noticed spencers worry and only became more excited before saying “look! i have a gift for you!” Y/n presented the small paper wrapped gift to spencer and his eyes widened, confused. 

“what is that?” y/n chuckled at his boyfriends cluelessness- despite being together for years spencer still never quite understood Y/ns caring actions.  

“It’s for you- it’s a gift!

“for me?”

“yes for you silly goose! go- open it!! your gonna freak.”

spencer looked at his partner slightly concerned at how excited he was- but still took the brown rectangle from his outstretched hands. The thick brown paper teared despite spencers best efforts. In Y/ns opinion it was an extremely slow way to open the present- and his intent and excited gaze urged his boyfriend on. spencer chuckled and sped up slightly- and when he finally pulled the worn book from the wrapping paper- his eyes widened. 

“y/n! is this what i think it is?”

y/n just smiled giddily and childlike at spencers equal excitement. Y/n gestured for him to open it and when he noticed the signature his eyes widened even farther. 

“Oh. My. God. Y/n? where did you find this?! its first edition and signed?! oh my goodness darling i love you so much!!” 

he pulled y/n in for a tight hug and spun him around before begging y/n to read it with him. Eventually hotch called everyone to the round table for a new case so unfortunately the couple had to pause their excited conversation about the series (much to the relief of derek and emily, whose desks were right near theirs), and make their way towards the round table room. But spencer snuck one more kiss in on his lovers lips before he bounded ahead to excitedly chat with emily about his lunchtime adventures. And as y/ns conversation faded into the background spencer quietly mumbled to him self;

“for me..”

With a gentle smile directed at the back of his boyfriend.

The End 

[superficial-ly]

C R I M I N A L M I N D S ‘ S F A V A L B U M S

JJ first coz that’s my girl - Stick Season (We’ll all be here forever) by Noah Kahan

• the getting out of a small town i hav so many regrets vibes

• THE SONG CALL UR MOM its jj

• it hurts to listen to but she won’t stop she needs a piece of home to cling to even if it’s not hers

Emily coz that’s my girls girl - Punisher by Phoebe Bridgers

• she had never known peace since

• moon song as jemily double ouch

• special mention to funeral in relation to matthew she genuinely cant listen to it. she made the mistake of trying once on the jet and she will never again.

hotch i love him - Wasteland, Baby by Hozier

• hotch loves like it hurts bc it does. all of his love hurts him. but he still loves bc that’s js who he is and hozier is perfect for that i think

• wasteland, baby especially i think in reference to haley. its a hard listen but one he loves he thinks it honours her in a way.

• its perfect

spenecer my habib - Carrie and Lowell by Sufjan Stevens

• i think it’s just peaceful enough but not mind numbing that he can focus on it as well as fall asleep if he needs to

• fourth of july especially for everyone he’s ever lost is a double ouch all these acts of service to try and bring someone back bc he struggles to grasp the fact that when a person is gone, there’s nothing left to do.

morgan - not exactly an album but Tupac’s Greatest Hits is on contant rotation in his little headset thingy (so cute omg)

• all of tupac is like especially upbeat with values and ideals and deep real world reflections and he DIGS it

• especially likes Keep your Head up it reminds him of his mom and ehy he joined the fbi - he wants to help the underdog

• (morgan was DEVASTATED with the tupac beef with biggy)

penelope my girl - the rise and fall of a midwest princess by chappell roan

• she assigns them all their individual songs from the album but she is the avatar.

• she cannot do sad music so this shit is her JAMM

• femininomenon or however u spell it is a personal favourite. HOT TO GO is second

• also shes sapphic even if she only dates men in the show so she EXTRA GETS IT

tara my baby who deserved better is 100% Planet Her by Doja

• Ain’t Shit? her jam she knows all the jams

• woman is one of her favourites.

• her and rebecca sing kiss me more in the shower

luke - definitely tyler but i’m struggling between Flower Boy and IGOR

• he has that kind of i am happy to be loving u kind of vibe even if he knows the world is messed up. he so severely fucks with tyler and the whole rap genre be loved finding references he previously missed he thinks he’s a genius (he’s right)

alex blake - songs by adrienne lenker

• she stumbled across it one day and while it wasn’t the usual stuff she listened to she gave it a chance

• she never turned back

• she likes the retro feel and half return makes her FEEL like nothing else can

• shes complicated okay? not a lot just forever for her son? ouch

kate - SOS by sza

• this one’s hard bc she’s a hard core “feel things? no thank u. let’s rock!”

• i think good days is so special to her in a really quiet way

• j think kill bill makes her laugh really hard

jordan todd i never hated u - good girl gone bad: reloaded by rihanna

• she was so special to me. a wow on the team pre-2010. this was history. either way

• breakin dishes bc she is so happy at counter terrorism but watching emily fight men will always do it for her (they were sapphics ur honour)

• shes a club girly. dont stop the music, umbrella she was living for that shit

elle cutie patootie - Norman Fucking Rockwell by Lana Del Ray

• its hers i can’t

• shes so lana guys “hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me” ????? it’s HERS

• “how to disappear” pls be so serious

jason gideon papa extraordinaire - Tapestry by Carole King

• he misses the 70s gang (so do i (i wasn’t born))

• Home Again makes him cry. he can’t explain it. hee never has to.

• so far away after he left the bau - his heart was basically empty but he couldn’t fill it with any more darkness he had to go. it hurt him so bad guys he literally died from it

matt simmons - anything from my little pony

• i’m sorry guys he recognises they’re killer tracks

• also his 8 million kids he watches it like three times a day

• unironically listens to battle of the bands

• kristy hates him for it.

[shrimplymoray]

Hi

Can i request a Deimos x reader , where Deimos suprise the reader for his/her/their Birthday please?

( Since my Birthday is soon and i simp for Deimos, i would aprecciate if you do this TwT)

I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG, I'VE HAD SOME TROUBLES WITH LIFE AND GOT STUCK ON THE PREVIOUS REQUEST!! Hopefully this is still on time, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! *Note: since u didn't specify, imma write it as GN but feel free to request again if u want other pronouns or something more specific!

Deimos x Reader - Birthday Surprise!

It was no surprise to the average Status Quo member that Deimos was acting odd. He was especially chatty about his oh so lovely partner, and how he was excited to show them something, and yet he never did so to them, face to face. To the less close to him, this was odd at its finest. I mean, Deimos? Not dropping whatever he wanted to share you the second you appeared? Is he going clinically insane? But it only took a couple days for him to drag everyone into his big plan. Your birthday was coming up. And he basically thought it would be so fucking funny to pull a super duper surprise on you and see how you reacted to it. It was no surprise that the only thing he seemed to love at par with you yourself was... well, your reactions, of course. Although it was noticeable him shifting focus a bit, and his "peculiar" inquires about your tastes and... in general, all you liked and disliked, you knew very well that man could not focus on only one thing at a time, so you pushed the thought to the back of your head, not even realizing the dates passing. It took only but you to open your eyes after being poked awake, on a day you forgotten how special it was, for the big toothy grin of your boyfriend to meet you. "Mornin' cutie." His voice showed an excitement that was... suspicious. "Hey... Dei? Why did ya wake me up... What hour even is it?" "Don't worry bout the details. I have something to show ya." As you sat down and blinked the sleep out of yourself, you were met with what Deimos was holding. "Breakfast in Bed? Are you trying to smoothern me up for something, bae?" The teasing in your tone didn't go unnoticed, as he chuckled before replying "Maybe~ you'll have to wait and see~" It took you to finish your breakfast and chat with Deimos to realize how quiet everything was. For Dei to be awake, it would usually mean Sanford was also awake, and he wasn't exactly the quiet type of guy... "... So what hours is it again?" " Uhh... An hour? Anyway, why don't ya stretch those legs of ya, and get some of ya pretty lil style up so we can get ya day started?" He was... getting more and more suspicious by the minute at this point, but it was honestly kinda fun to follow Deimos on his shenanigans, and since no one was dead yet (you hoped), why not indulge him a bit? You pushed him out to change, and when you opened the door... "I'm ready- Dei what the fuck?" Wherever the hell he got the blindfold, it made you raise an eyebrow. "Well... It's a very special day, and I think it deserves a very special surprise? C'mon, baby~" His attempt at puppy eyes didn't usually work, but... maybe it was the sleep still in your body, but he looked so damn cute, you sighed. "Just this time... And I want an I Owe You after this..." "fine by me!" he tied the blindfold, taking care to not mess your hair too much, and started guiding you around. As you walked, you heard whispers, and smelled a familiar scent. He put you sitting in a chair and, after a bit of tension in the silence, the blindfold was undone to be met with... a giant cake? wait... "... DEIMOS? YOU DID NOT." "Actually he managed to convince me to do it, chucklehead." San burst from behind the monstrosity with his loud as a boom voice and laughter. It took a bit for you to process it, and you kept staring from Deimos to the cake and back at Deimos. "Wait... are ya thinking i did just this? Ya so cute~ After we eat some of San's Cake, ya have a mission in the base." "A... Mission?" "Find all of the stuff i hid for ya~ Good luck cutie~!" He didn't give you much time to process the information, before you were yelling his name again. And there it was. His favorite stuff in the world: the way you reacted. I hope this is good, again, so sorry for being late!! Hope you have/had/will have a great Birthday!!

[sugar-glaze-donut]

HI HI IT'S ME AGAIN!! hope you don't mind me sliding into your asks again. :D

continuing the topic of touch-starved butlers... what do you think would happen if aruji-sama was VERY affectionate? like, they wouldn't even mind publicly hug their butlers or hold hands with them. (probably flustering the hell out of them)

OR EVEN BETTER IF IT'S PRIVATE. like god. like imagine. private cuddle sessions before you doze off to sleep. or unplanned hugs from the back while they're doing something.

MHMHMGMMF KISSING THEM GOODNIGHT>>>

they deserve all of the kisses and hugs. you can't argue with me.

anyways!!! may you have a great day!! love you!! (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

OMG A RETURNING ANON!?!? I HAVE BEEN GRACED BY YOUR PRESENCE ONCE AGAIN :D

ofc I don't mind getting another ask! Fuck school, I have an anon request to write!

TW: OOC butlers

Aruji-sama being very affectionate in public and private is 100% just like me! (I just have to restrain myself to not touch people too much or they’ll get annoyed :,) )

~👒-💐-In Public-🐾-📚~

Just imagine giving the butlers head pats out of nowhere and holding their hand while in public! Cuties like Lamli, Lono, and Lato will definitely lean into your touch and squeeze your hand too.

Flure might flinch and pout at you saying it's really embarrassing (but he doesn't want you to let go of his hand 🥺)

Some other cuties like Fennesz and Berrien are exploding with blush. Their reactions are so cute! “wh- ah!? Aruji-sama is holding my hand!!???!!?!??1!???” I bet they’ll be covering their face and struggling to keep their composure 💕

And our usually bold Ammon might blush from all the attention they're getting from you. He might even avert his gaze away from you when you turn to look at him. Lmao who’s blushing now~ >:)

Overall public the butlers wouldn't be that affectionate, considering how they have to keep the "butler and master" role thing in check.

~💌-🏰-Private-🍰-🥀~

Oh yes, I did go crazy when writing this. You can't blame me though, GIVING THE BUTLERS KISSES SFKJBSKJFBKEJSNBFOJN

Giving the butlers head pats and hugs after their training HNNGGGGG--

Aruji-sama: Good job today (｡･∀･)ﾉ(._. `) The butlers: (.////. `)

And giving your main butler the ✨special treatment✨ (CUDDLES AND KISSES)

Hugging them behind their back when they least expect it... oh my god anon... what have you done to me? Like, after a long and tiring day... You just want to cuddle with your favourite butler, inhaling their scent... ok I sound like an absolute creep here (sorry 😨) But it'll be funny seeing their reaction. For example, Fennesz, Berrien, Flure, or any of the shy butlers: SFBHGDLHBSHLHDHF *internal screeching*

Butlers made for cuddling 101: - Lamli and Lato: Snuggles into your arms. They're like little puppies! - Flure: Smol and just right for cuddling (depends on your height? I'm taller than him so I'll write it in a tall Aruji-sama perspective). You can braid your hair while cuddling. Smells really nice- *bonked* - Hanamaru and Haures: Older brother material here folks. Smells sweet like the pastries they eat *gets bonked again*

And kissing them! Kissing their hands, their scars, to even the devil's contract crest on them too! (But for characters like Lono... you're not going to kiss the place where his crest is right...? Right...!???) I know this is really mean, but these men have gotten no bitches (except for Lucas but let's ignore that) *VINE BOOM*, no maidens *VINE BOOM*, and no lovers too 😞 *VINE BOOMS* But YOU! Yes, YOU! YOU CAN BE THE ONE TO GIVE THESE MENTALLY UNSTABLE MEN AFFECTION!!!

You don't even need to hold back! Are there weird townsfolk here to make fun of us? No! Are there snobby nobles here to judge us? No!! Are there any angels here to disturb our time? NO!!!

PAMPER THEM WITH AFFECTION!!! GIVE THEM KIND AND REASSURING WORDS!!!! JUST DO ANYTHING TO MAKE THEM HAPPY AND RELAXED!!!!!

COMFORT THE ONES WHO GOT DEMONISED! HAVE A SLEEPOVER WITH THEM AND CUDDLE THEM TO SLEEP

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(dear anon... I'm not the same person I was before I wrote this fic... what have you done to me... /hj)