#Chin Stripe Tattoos

[gwydionmisha]

Chin stripe tattoos are NOT Viking

[strawberrymochin]

Weakling ♪

╰┈➤ ❝ use your pretty mouth ❞

Genre- smut

Synopsis- sukuna fucks you among the dead corpses of your crew members.

Word count- 2.4k

𐙚 Warnings 𐙚 -: minors do not interact | oral (male receiving) | semi public sex | unprotected sex | creampies | blood | degradation | sukuna calling reader slut | slight use of cursed energy |

Blood splattered on your face as a strike of cursed energy made the head of your last crew member to fall off his body. It rolled over, leaking blood, halting up to you till its infront of your legs, as you stare in horror.

The still headless body of your friend collapsed onto the vast floor, joining the other corpses of innocent humans. And now it's your turn.

You look up to sukuna, to see him grinning at you, wickedly. In one blink, he sprang upto your position, making the same gesture he did to kill the others. You back off dodging his attack. You're the last one alive, and maybe not for much long, your last hope is the help coming for you from the jujutsu high, till then you need to keep him engaged, letting him toy with your life.

"Aww, the mortal got swift moves huh! I'm impressed. Honestly I never thought you weakling would survive this long." He mocks attacking you once again.

"I still impressed you though." You reply, dodging off his punch, which was deprived of any cursed energy. Sukuna threw one, two and three attacks consequently till one of his kicks strike you hard on your stomach, causing you to lapse till your back hit the cold wall of the tunnel.

You cough out blood as sukuna laughs. "So tell me, pretty weakling, how shall I kill you?" He raises your chin up, using his index finger, to make you look into his eyes. "Shall I slash your body parts?" He says, "or shall I take your heart out?"

"Don't you have any better option?" You spit out, not taking your eyes off him. You really shouldn't provoke him, now that he regained most of his power. Time doesn't seem to slip away, and you have no clue how long it will take for the rescue team to show up.

At this point you're not even sure if any help from even any special grade sorcerer would stop him, and you're just a semi grade 1 sorcerer. Practically nothing infront of him. Still your pride forces you to forget your position, deciding to rile him up. If you have to die in sukuna's hands anyway, you would rather die pissing him off.

"You sure have a big mouth.....why not put it to good use?" His index trailed down from your chin to your throat, adding other fingers to grip your throat, strangling you.

"Good u-se...l-ike what? Suck your dick?" You manage to voice out, as your hands try to loosen his grip.

Sukuna stilled for a while, his grip on your throat loosened a bit, for you to fill enough oxygen in your lungs which he drew out.

The thick metallic smell of blood lingered in the air. Even in the dim lighting of the tunnel, sukuna's shadow engulfed your entire body. The king of curses is only a step away killing you, then why isn't he acting upon it? Why is he staring at you like that?

His eyes fixated at you, narrowing a bit as a devious smile crawls his lips. "You impressed me once again," he said, "now get down on your knees and suck it." His hands travelled to your nape, thumb drawing circles behind your ear.

For moments you do nothing but stare at him. Then your knees sinked down, obeying him, without breaking the eye contact. You wanted to keep him engaged, and there seemed to be no other option than this.

Your hands brushed on his clothed groin, almost gaping at the bulge you feel in there. Sukuna grinned wider, at your response, his hands are now gripping your messy braid. You unzip his pants, pulling it down slowly as his huge hard length pops out. As huge as his dick is, it is adorned with two stripes of tattoos just like his entire body.

He's already leaking precum, for a moment you are unsure how to fit such a huge thing in your mouth. Sukuna parted his lips to say something, but stopped midway, sucking in a breath, when you put your fingers around it, and start stroking and massaging his shaft.

You could practically feel his dick grow even more, as his tip swells red with more precum. Your feel his veins throbbing at your touch. A ghost smile spreads through your lips, it would be a total lie to say you weren't aroused at the sight of his huge cock calling for you. Your heart was pounding in your chest as blood buzzed in your ears.

"Use your pretty mouth, weakling," he grunts, "fast." You nodded obediently, kissing the tip lightly, then using your tongue to give it a few licks, tasting his precum. A few moments ago, you were there fighting for your life against him, now you are gladly licking his cock, about to give him a blowjob.

"Mhmmh....." He groaned, shoving his cock, into your mouth lacking patience. "Suck it," he rasped, "put your mouth to good use"

You found yourself in daze, your mind couldn't focus on anything, suddenly you don't remember why you even agreed to do this. But it felt good. Heat coiled up in the lower pit of your stomach as your tongue swirled around his cock, tracing the veins that throbbed in pleasure, as you bob your head up and down trying to take in as much length as you could, finding a rhythm. How would it feel to have this cock filling you up?

One hand of yours played with his balls, while the other holds his thighs for support. You look up, sucking in and out, rolling your tongue over his shaft, not forgetting the tip. Sukuna is looking at you, his eyes glazed with lust, lips parted, breathing heavily, tilting his head back at the sudden sensation of you sucking on the tip, bucking up his hips, causing you to gag. You were about to pull away, but he shoved your head deeper till you reach his full length.

Sukuna, never in his mortal or immortal life experienced this desire, desire to destroy you, corrupt you, fuck your pretty mouth till you beg him for mercy. Your warm mouth wrapped around his cock, made him go nuts. When you kissed his tip, licking it like a popsicle, swirling your tongue around his shaft, he felt like you're sucking his soul.

"Hahh....Aaah....uugh" he grunted, fucking your mouth, as you tear up, drooling, choking on his huge cock. Sukuna increases his pace, drawing out oxygen from you. "Mngh-ph....nmh.." you cried out, sensing his cock twitching in your mouth. His ragged breath and rough thrusts told you he's on the verge of reaching his orgasm.

"Aaghh....hahh...mnph....such a good girl....mhmm, want me to cum in your mouth? Hahh?" He pulled on your braid making you look up into his eyes. You nodded.

You looked so pretty with those messy hairs coming off your braid, tears staining your face dampening the dried blood flakes, lipstick smugged off whose stains linger around his cock. Sukuna's breath hitched at this sight, edging him hard. His cock twitched, as he jolted in pleasure, eyes rolling as he cums in your mouth.

You pull away, swallowing his load as much as you could.

Sukuna bends to your level, face flushed, hint of satisfaction on his it. "So tell me, shall I kill you now?"

You take in a ragged breath before answering him, "do what you please, but fuck me before that." You say, coughing a bit, wiping the mixture of his cum and your drool from dripping down your chin. Even if you're dying today there's ain't no way you're dying horny like that.

One second.

It takes one second for sukuna to grab your wrists and pin them over your head, holding them down with only one of his hand. He looked very much of a predator hunting for his prey, totally hovering over you.

His dark eyes scanned your face and then slowly it travelled down to your neck, then to your collarbone, and then to your chest.

"As you wish" sukuna's velvet voice, rang around your ears, getting you even more drenched as his other hand comes up in the air, pointing at you, making a gesture with his finger.

The cold sensation of cursed energy quivered through your body. For a moment you couldn't understand what happened right now. He used his cursed energy on you but somehow you were still alive.

He draws you out of your thoughts, nibbling on your skin, almost drawing out blood. You wince, as his teeth sink deeper, the taste of your blood drived him crazy,as his hand grope your breasts, kneading them. "Mhmn....sukuna" you mewled, he draws his nails over your hardened nipples, playing with them, sending jolts of sensitivity.

Your eyes widened as it striked you. He used cleave to rip off your clothes, which now pooled beside you in pieces. The only piece of fabric still left on your body was your panties.

You arch your back in pleasure, a needy moan escaping your lips, as sukuna takes one of your nipple in his mouth, licking it and then sucking in roughly. He repeats the same actions for the other nipple, freeing your hands as he kicks off his pants which were pooling around his legs, grinding his cock on your lower abdomen regaining it's hardness.

Sukuna trails rough kisses, as your hands wrap around his built body. It's happening. It's finally happening.

You could not decide whether to feel proud or sad. Being fucked by the king of curses, sukuna himself can be considered sort of an achievement right?

"So wet for me huh, you horny weakling" you don't even know when his hand travelled down to your pussy, rubbing your clothed clit, drenching into your juices.

"Nngh...sukuna please! I need it." You beg, looking into his crimson red eyes, squirming with need. "Need what baby? Use your words..."

Sukuna grinds his cock over your clothed pussy. "I need you." You whimper, wanting to feel him inside you. Your nails sink in his arms marking bruises as he brushes his finger over you sensitive nipple again. "Beg in detail baby....wanna know what exactly my mortal slut wants..."

"I want you to fill me up. Fuck me. Destroy my cun—AHHH" before you could finish your sentence, sukuna rips the last piece of fabric from your body, slamming it in without any notice.

"Aaah, f-fuck it baby- ah....so tight...mmnh"

Sukuna lowly grunts in pleasure, as he's sinking himself inside of your gummy walls. Your cunt looked so pretty, streching for his cock, wrapping it around so well. He fitted in you like a puzzle piece made for each other. He felt so warm with you wrapped around him.

It felt heavenly, as his mind fogs into the frantic daze you're luring him in. Unable to resist yourself, you started bucking your hips upwards wanting to feel him. You wanted him close. Even more close.

He started thrusting into you, picking up his pace, steady and rough at the same time. you wrap your legs around his abdomen, allowing him to pound deeper, making your eyes roll in pleasure.

He filled you up so well, even better than you thought. The way he slammed it in, streching you up, sent delicious shivers down your spine. Your mind felt fuzzy and ecstatic as he thrusts hungrily, causing you dripping your sloppy mess on his dick. His cock dived deep in you, hitting spots even you weren't aware of. You could feel his blood rushing through his veins, rubbing inside of your cunt. Pushing in and out.

He fucks you like he's fighting with you. Just like before. Except what you're fighting for is to crawl into eachother's skin. He wanted to kill you before. The taste of your blood on his tongue was intoxicating. It intrigued him even more.

A part of him still wants to kill you, but—

"Mmmnh...ahh...sukuna..."

One of his arms slides down to your waist, while the other rests beside you to support his weight. Sukuna hisses as you clench your gummy walls around him.

"Hmnh...yeah..." His voice came out husky and if you weren't hearing wrong, being all brainfucked at the intensity he pounded you, his voice was half an octave lower than before. He could tell your close by how tightly you clenched around him. Your sweet whimpers sounded euphoric to his ears. The most melodious thing he ever heard.

Desperate, filthy noises echoed through the entire tunnel, as he fucked you mercilessly. You cried out his name as his slides his cock in and out almost too fast with the help of your slick juices mixed along with his precum.

You both were sweating and panting. Fucking eachother like there's no tomorrow. Among the dead bodies of your crew members. However you didn't care. Atleast not now that he's banging you.

"Ahh...hahh...I'm-m close...ahh...cumming" you cry out in pleasure, nails marking his back, tearing up for the second time in a row. "Yeah..hmnh...cum for me. Cum on my cock, baby."

Your body surrendered to fervent bliss, as you feel the build up tension finally releasing, arching your back, curling up your toes. The electric waves of your high jolts through your body like a rollar coaster as you cum on his cock.

You looked at sukuna with your half lidded eyes, as he chased his own climax. And the look on his face was hauntingly beautiful, the one you would never forget. His red eyes never leaving your face as he fucked you, similar red tainting his cheeks, lips parted taking ragged breaths. He bit his lower lip, ramming into you.

You could feel his cock, twitching and throbbing inside you. A muscle on his jaw ticked as he emptied himself into you, with a final rough thrust.

For moments, none of you move, or say anything. Your chests still heaving trying to catch a proper breath. Sukuna was about to pull out, when you raised your hand cupping his face.

His heart skipped a bit as you slowly pull him, arching your neck, pressing a soft kiss on his forehead, then, on his lips.

The kiss was soft, feathery and delicate. Something sukuna never felt before. The way you looked at him, through your half lidded tired eyes; the way his love bites were painted your on body like an art piece on an empty canvas; the way you made him lose his control was something he never experienced.

He eyed you for a brief moment, before pulling his length out, as you wince at the emptiness. However you are too spent to react. His hot liquid leaked out from your pussy, dripping on the floor.

~♡~

The sound of cars arriving, from a bit far turned both of your attention. The help which you called from jujutsu high is here. You turn your head back to look at him when he pressed two fingers on your forehead.

Your mind went blank, as if falling into a deep trance, passing out. Sukuna gets up, scooping up your naked body, as he looks at your face.

A part of him still wants to kill you, but make no mistake. He's certain, he could kill for you.

a/n- this is my first time attempting to write smut. Ignore if there are any mistakes. I'm hella nervous 'bout it. The header is made by me (sukuna one in the last) do not use it without my permission.

© strawberrymochin 2024

[gilliontidestriderchampionoftheu]

chip canon design masterpost

“I want Chip’s design to be always changing.”- Bizly, 2021

this is long so it all goes under the cut. if i missed anything let me know!!

EPISODE 1: 

brown hair parted down the middle

Golden axe earring (based on Arlin’s axe)

White shirt

Gray striped pants

LOFFINLOT ARC:

Chipped tooth (bit a sanddollar)

Small facial scar (the bald men fight)

DESIRE ISLAND ARC:

Buzzcut

Black and red necklace from Aslana 

PARAMOUNT TOURNAMENT ARC:

Hair starts growing back slightly

Loses a few teeth (lizzie smacked him in the mouth with her whip)

EDISON KINGDOM ARC:

Prosthetic pinky

Red magic bandana on his head

BLOCK ARC:

Ring from gillion (fanon is that he keeps it forever, in canon its never brought up again)

EPISODE 56:

Niklaus deal tattoo (lower back i believe?)

ALLPORT ARC 1:

No shirt 

Wave tattoos on chest and arms

Oozing black wounds on chest (kuba kenta)

Permanently haunted look in his eyes. People can look at him and just *know* hes cursed

EPISODE 70:

Curse scars heal

Looks less haunted

POST-FEYWILD TRAVELLING ARC:

Wave tattoos turn to flame tattoos

Mind reading friendship bracelets (85)

debt tramp stamp that has the amount of money he owes and it magically updates as they pay it off (starts at 100k gold)

REDESIGN (episode 87)

Big red pirate captain hat with gold accents

Red pirate coat matching the hat. Has gold silver and brown accents and belts

Shoulder length hair

Bit of stubble on chin

Still no shirt!

Brown sash around waist

So many belts and sheaths

Black pants

EPISODE 93:

Black sea map on back

BLACK SEA ARC:

Patches on coat (from queen)

Studded leather armor 

Pink and yellow polka dots on his skin (they mention this again maybe once but i think everyone has chosen to ignore it)

Veins on forehead (from gaining wisdom but losing intelligence)

Veins on neck (from having his heart ripped out through his throat)

[milkiangl]

pornstar!ellie making vids teaching inexpierienced lesbins how to make a girl cum

*her tattooed arm flexes with each pump of her fingers, your pretty little cunny gushing onto the bed and down her wrist. “please ellie pleaseee” you whimper “please lemme cum i’ll be good” “shh” ellie hushes, be a good girl for me and take it. wouldn’t wanna disappoint our fans huh baby?”

pairing: camgirl!ellie williams x fem!reader.

warning: smut! vaginal fingering (f! receiving), exhibitionism, dirty talk, consensual recording of sexual activity, cunnilingus, pussy slapping, mean!top!ellie, feminine nicknames, bottom!reader.

note: i’m currently jumping up and down in 2x speed, squealing over this!! you’re an actual genius, anon and i DROOLED the first time i read this. i would formally like to give you a big ol’ smooch!!

“Be a good slut and ride my fingers. There you go. Just like that.”

The slick pooling from between your thighs glistened under the low light, Ellie’s fingers plunging in and out of your dripping cunt at a vigorous pace; causing an ultimately filthy squelching sound to bounce off the four walls of your bedroom.

Hiking your knees up; shaky legs spread, Ellie positioned the lens of the blinking red camera directly in view of your abused pussy to catch the way it practically swallowed her long fingers.

“Then, you’re gonna wanna to pay extra close attention to their clit.” Ellie spoke to the camera, her thumb beginning to rub agonizingly slow circles on your sensitive button without breaking her pace; your figure jutting into her touch as incoherent whines fell from your swollen lips. “See, look how reactive my girl is. All puffy and neglected, huh? Poor thing.”

As her speed finally quickened, your breathing sped up into an erratic pattern while the knot in your tummy grew tighter and tighter; chasing her touch and your climax. “Ellie, m’gonna cum.”

With that, a harsh strike of her palm came in contact with your clit; causing you to let out an abrupt sob. “Nuh uh, not yet. Tryin’ to teach them how to make eager sluts like you feel good. Take it and don’t be a selfish brat.”

Not being able to make out what she says after that, your brain goes fuzzy and your ears begin to ring. So without warning, you felt her warm tongue suddenly lick a long stripe up your parted folds. Your body writhing and shivering beneath Ellie’s strong grip, mewling from her wet muscle replacing her fingers and already starting to drill in and out of your dripping; tight hole skillfully.

Once you felt her lips enclose around your sensitive clit, suckling harshly, you whimpered from the intensity.

“Oh! EllieEllieEllie, please! Need to cum so badly!” Her name mixed together into one syllable as you rocked your hips against her mouth greedily, weeping center clenching around her tongue.

Looking up at you from between your thighs, your slick coating her swollen red lips and chin as a triumphant smirk takes over her features.

“Go ahead, bunny. Look at the camera. Need everyone to see how fuckin’ pretty you look when I make you cum.”

© 2023 milkiangl | comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated

[naturesapphic]

“That should have been me!”

Rhea ripley x fem!reader

Warnings: teasing, smut, Rhea’s ass in your face

You were in the hotel bedroom you shared with your girlfriend, on your phone scrolling, waiting for her to come back from her house show tonight. It was around midnight when your phone started blowing up on x and instagram. Curious, you opened it up, not expecting what was laid before your eyes. Your girlfriend Rhea ripley, was giving nia jax the stink face.

Your mouth dropped opened in shock and in a little bit of jealousy as you kept watching the video over and over until you had to close your phone and put it on the bed. After a few moments, you hear your phone ping and you knew it was Rhea who texted you “Rhea 🫶🏻: hey princess. Heading to the hotel now.” She said and you sent a text back with a “okay! Can’t wait to see you 🩵” you sent one back to her.

You sigh and drop the phone face down on the bed again and wait on your girlfriend. Fifteen minutes later you see your girlfriend walk through the door, still wearing her gear, dropping her stuff and looking over at you with a tired smile on her face. “Hey princess.” Rhea said as she comes over to the end of the bed where you are seated at and puts her hands on your shoulders as yours goes on her waist. “How’s your wrist baby?” You ask as you gently take her brace covered hand and inspect it.

She chuckles at your actions “I’m fine princess. Just a little sore but it’s no biggie. I still kicked shayna’s and Nia’s ass tonight.” She smirked confidently and proudly while your cheeks burned with desire and embarrassment. “Y-yeah you did…I saw some of the videos and stuff…g-good job baby.” I stuttered out as I grow more and more nervous. She just smirks at that because she knows I’m getting flustered and she could probably guess why, she just wants to hear you say it out loud. “Yeah? Which videos did you see babygirl?” Rhea said slowly and seductively in your ear.

Your face got even more red and you felt your body get hot all over. “I-I saw a-a lot…and I-I saw the one where y-you have nia the stink face…a-and I got a little jealous.” You slowly confessed as rhea’s smirk got bigger. “You got jealous baby? But why?” She said teasing you. “Because that should have been me!” You exclaimed as you crossed your arms and pouted as you grumbled under your breath. “Hey now…don’t be a brat now baby. It was all for show and plus…you could always just ask me little one.” Rhea explained to you and you started blushing once again. “W-will you do it me mami?” You asked, almost begging her.

Rhea smiled and gripped your chin in her strong hands. “What’s the magic word princess?” She said quietly as she looks deep into your eyes with her blue ones. “P-please mami…” you beg her with pleading eyes and she smiled as she felt satisfied with your words. Rhea backs up a bit and slowly takes off her ring gear shorts that reveals her soaked center and her full naked ass. Your eyes widen at the sight before you and you lick your lips in anticipation. She walks back over to you and grabs your face and positions her ass to be right in front of it. She bends over and starts doing the stink face move on you and you are enjoying every bit of it.

You open your mouth and lick a long stripe up her pulsating hole to her ass. Rhea moans softly at your tongue and pushes her ass towards your face more. You grab onto both of her tattooed covered cheeks and starts going to town on her. You moan as you eat her out and Rhea is a moaning mess and soon enough her legs started shaking indicating that she’s about to cum soon. So you reach your hand up and start massaging her clit as you push your tongue into her tight hole and start tongue fucking her. Rhea screwed her eyes shut and you felt her body tense before her orgasm hits her hard and she cums all in your mouth.

You pull away from her ass and smile big at her as she breaths heavily. “Thank you mami.” You said happily and she gives you a tired but soft smile that she only shows you. You only get to see her soft side and you cherish it daily. “Anytime babygirl. But that doesn’t mean that you get to call the shots.” She said panting as she turns over and grips your throat in her hands. “Y-yes mami.” You say as you look up at her with doe eyes that makes her go crazy. “Hmmm…since you’ve been such a good girl…let mami reward you sweetheart. Now lay back and let mami pleasure you princess.” Rhea said softly as climbs on top of you. You were glad you told Rhea about your fantasy.

A/n: I hope you enjoy lmao. I had to write this knowing that we all wanted to be nia jax. Requests are still open for all of my characters including of course Rhea ripley/Demi Bennett. I have my own buy me a coffee page! You can give me a dollar and it will help. I also have some different commission types I will do so here's my page to look into it :) https://www.buymeacoffee.com/naturesapphic Requests are open for yeehaw!wanda, country!wanda, and any other southern variants of Wanda or Natasha! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y'all!

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Lessons in Anatomy and Affection (Hunter x reader)

Summary: You decide to put Hunter's anatomy knowledge to the test.

Warnings: 18+ minors begone, here be smut; f!reader, unprotected PiV, creampie, switch!Hunter and switch!reader, teasing, lots of teasing

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Hi guys! I'm alive! I meant to post this months ago, but I've been busy, so with the new TBB season finally airing, I figured this would work now. Enjoy, ya heathens. (If you've sent me an ask, I've seen it! My inspiration has been very low lately, but it's on my radar <3). Originally a gift for @vimse

Hunter exhales a shuddering breath as you blow a stream of cold air over the stripe you’d just licked up his neck. His hands rest lightly on your waist, his touch warm and comforting, and you delight in the way that his fingers dig into your side just the slightest. Throat bobbing with an audible gulp, Hunter turns his head to find your gaze. His eyes are half-lidded and blown with lust already, and they gleam in the soft, warm glow of the fairy lights of your bedroom. His dark curls splay around his head in a halo. 

“Cyare,” he rumbles. 

You shush him gently, pressing your lips to his. Under your wandering hands, the expanses of his bare, toned body flex and ripple, goosebumps trailing in your wake. Mouths moving together at a slow, unhurried pace, you can’t help the soft moan that escapes you when you curl your hand around his stiff length. 

“Kriff,” he breathes. “N-Need to touch you, cyare, please.” 

“I know, Hunter,” you murmur. Trailing kisses down the opposite side of his neck, you lavish extra attention to the sensitive spots you know drive him crazy. When you’re rewarded with a shaky sigh, his head tilting away from you to grant you better access, you smile against his skin. “But you have to wait. Think you can do that for me?” 

After a moment, his hands fall away from your sides. Pulling back, you study his features. His teeth worry his bottom lip, but his eyes find yours again, steady and dark and desperate. In the twinkling fairy lights, Hunter’s skull tattoo shifts and dances; though you know its base function is camouflage, to you, it’s always been beautiful. 

Glancing down the rest of his body as he’s stretched out on your bed, your mouth waters. The tattoo drips down the entire left side of his body, every bone etched into his skin with precise and accurate detail, from the large, sturdy femur to the smallest, most fragile phalange. He’s always been beautiful to you. And when he’s like this, relaxed and pliant, his beauty is nearly radiant. Anticipation curls in your lower belly and nestles deep, tightening your core with desire. You remove your hand from his cock before you lose track of the game you want to play. 

“I need to hear you say it, love,” you whisper, cupping his face. 

“Please,” he says. “Whatever you want. Just so long as I get to touch you at the end of it.”

“Always.” Pressing a sweet kiss to his chin, you shift so you can kiss down his body easily. “Ready for the rules?” 

Hunter nods.

“Good. I’m going to touch parts of your tattoo—” You ghost your fingertips over the inked-in fifth rib as if to prove your words “—and you’re going to name the correct bone. Get them all right, and you get your reward.” 

His nipples stiffen from your touch and the sultry promise of your words. “And if- if I miss any?” 

Tweaking one of his nipples, you hum while you think. “Miss one, and you can only hold my breasts. Miss two, just my hips. Miss three or more, and you don’t get to touch at all while I take my pleasure from you. Understood?” 

“Y-Yes,” he gasps out. His hips stutter up in anticipation.

Sitting up, legs tucked under you, you let your gaze wander Hunter’s form once again. Sweat has already begun to collect in the dips and valleys of his muscles. At his sides, his fingers twist into the soft cotton sheets in anticipation of the sweet torture you’re about to enact. His chest rises and falls with deep, labored breaths; at the apex of his thighs, his cock bobs gently with each beat of his heart. 

When he begins to fidget, you take mercy on him. 

“What’s this one?” you murmur, trailing your touch along the gentle curve of one of the tattooed ribs. 

“Third rib,” he answers immediately. 

“Very good.” Featherlight, you glide your fingers across his heated skin. “And this?”

“Sternum.” His voice is only the slightest bit shaky.

You move up to his throat and lightly tap the bisected cervical vertebrae that covers the central bump of his throat. “This?” 

He swallows, his throat bobbing under your touch. “C5.” 

Delight skitters over your skin at the way that his voice has already begun to drip with raspiness. Catching your lip between your teeth, you take a steadying breath, trying to ignore the way your pussy flutters with need.

When you’re ready, you move on again. You sweep your thumb in a soothing semicircle over the swell of Hunter’s shoulder, and wait for him to answer.

“Th-That’s the scapula,” he says, a waver in his voice. “The front edge of it.” 

Warmth rushes through you, a heady mix of pride and lust. “Very good, Hunter.” 

Tired of simply touching him with your fingers, you shift down on the bed to press a kiss to one of his arm bones, lips warm and soft against his skin. 

His breath hitches. “Radius.” 

Another kiss to the other bone earns you a sigh of, “Ulna.” 

A pleased hum vibrates through you. Bypassing his hand, you shimmy lower still on the bed to place a kiss to his kneecap.

“P-Patella,” he rasps, voice catching.

Gazing up at him for a moment, your mouth waters at the way that he’s not even looking at you. His neck is strained and his eyes are squeezed shut. Closer at hand, precum beads at the tip of his cock, practically begging to be licked. Tempting though the idea is, you force yourself lower yet again.

You target one of the tiny bones of his foot, and flick your tongue against it. A groan punches out of Hunter’s chest as his fists tighten in the bedsheets. Mouth working, no words sound from him. 

You lick the tattoo again. “What’s this one called, love?” 

“I- I don’t know,” he admits. 

“That’s too bad,” you say, words full of syrupy regret. “One missed. What does that mean again?” 

A strangled sound claws from Hunter’s throat. “It— It means I can only touch your breasts.” 

“Good boy,” you murmur. Pressing a fresh kiss to his foot, you smirk against his skin. “Now, tell me this one.” 

Chest heaving, Hunter squirms. It takes him a long, tense moment, but finally he gasps out, “Second metatarsal!” 

“Atta boy.”

Crawling up his body, you intentionally let your hand brush his cock. 

“Fuck!” he swears, voice cracking. “Please, cyare, please.” 

“Please, what?” you say. Tilting his face to you, you search his expression for any hints of distress. All you find is desperation and need. 

“Please, just...” He swallows thickly. “Need you.” 

“Just a few more, love,” you promise, “then I’ll give you what we both want.” Skimming your knuckles over the blank space of his cheekbone, you raise your eyebrows expectantly. “Tell me this one, Hunter.” 

“Skull,” he says, but his voice is hesitant, guarded. “Zygomatic.”

You kiss his opposite cheek, humming your approval, then reach for his inked hand. He releases the sheets to let you lick a thin stripe up his entire pointer finger. “In order.” 

His hand squeezes yours. “Distal, middle, proximal phalanges.” A shuddering breath leaves him. “Then the metacarpal.” 

He’s done so well for you; you just need one more answer from him. Your own arousal is getting more and more difficult to ignore as slick makes your thighs slippery. Nudging his wrist with your nose, you make sure your breath fans over his skin, warm and comforting. 

“Trapezoid,” he breathes out.

“Oh, Hunter,” you coo, brow furrowing in mock pity. “I’m so sorry, that’s not the right one.” 

“W-What?” His head shoots up, a frantic look in his eyes. “Yes—it is, look it’s—”

He points to the one you just nosed over, frown overtaking his features. You let him process the information for as long as he needs—which is a few long moments, given the way his irises are nearly black and his skin has retained its goosebumps for several minutes now. When you see the realization dawn on his face like the sun, you press a chaste kiss to his lips. 

“S’okay, love,” you mumble against his mouth. “That’s the trapezium, but you were so close. And you can still hold my hips while I ride you.”

A broken groan slips from Hunter, but his hands immediately fly to grasp at you. Swinging your leg over his waist to straddle him, you catch his gaze and hold it as you line his cock up with your dripping entrance and—

Matching moans echo throughout your room as you take him inside you. Dropping your forehead to his, you lower yourself inch by inch onto his cock, until your pelvis rests flush with his hips. No matter how many times you take him, it’s still a stretch, his cock filling you in ways that make you feel complete. Whole.

“Thank you,” he sighs, eyes locked onto yours. His nails are blunt but no less painful where they bite crescents into your skin. “Stars, you always feel so good. So warm, so tight.” 

Bracing yourself with your elbows to either side of his head, you roll your hips instead of answering him. Hooking your feet over his powerful thighs, you set a lazy pace, driven only by the intense, burning need to make him finish with you. His hands never stray from your hips—always a dutiful partner, always willing to listen and follow orders to their conclusion—but even so, his touch burns into you, scorching your very soul. 

You turn your head to rest it on his shoulder, working your hips a little faster. “I love you.” 

“Stars, I love you too,” he murmurs. His fingers squeeze your sides. “Love this pussy, too.”

Chuckling, you flex your core just to hear him grunt. “That all?” 

“‘Course not,” he says. He’s close; you can tell just by how clipped his words are, how strained his voice is. “Love your ass. And your thighs, your tummy, your hands—f-fuck—your eyes.” 

His words drive your hips faster, making you chase a release that suddenly rears its head. Pleasure thrumming under your skin and sliding through your veins, you moan at his praise. You bite into his shoulder, whining. 

“Love how you take care of me,” he continues, voice softening. “Love the way you care about us. I just love you, cyare.” 

“Maker,” you gasp out. “Hunter, I- I’m—” 

“I know, mesh’la,” he murmurs.

His grip turns almost painful as he takes control, dragging your body back and forth over his. Toes curling, your moans muffled against his skin, you delight in the way that he knows exactly how to move you, to make you see stars. 

Somewhere in the symphony you two compose together, of moans and sighs, whimpers and groans, you find the edge of shattered bliss. Hunter can feel it, and he presses his hips up into yours just enough to shove you right over the cliff. Body locking up, you cry out for him, walls fluttering as he fucks you through your orgasm. Pleasure burns through every nerve ending; your ears ring, vision black at the edges for a moment, as you let Hunter give you what you both needed. Through the haze, you’re dimly aware of the way his hips falter as he cums, too. Warmth spilling within you, Hunter pants against your skin, nails digging into your flesh.

When you both come down, you raise your head to meet his gaze. His eyes crinkle in a soft smile. 

“Hi,” he murmurs. 

“Hey,” you mumble. Sleep already begins to curl around your senses. “Thank you.” 

He releases your hip to cup your face. “What for?” 

“I dunno.” Biting your lip, you offer a smile. “Just being you.” 

Hunter brings you down to kiss you, a sigh of, “Always,” fanning your lips.

Because Hunter is your always, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[mrs-elsie-barnes]

Mob Rules | Mafia AU | Reader x ...everyone

Bucky and Steve have banned girlfriends in the gang, but they're not cruel, they know their crew works hard and needs to let off steam sometimes...and that's when your hard work starts.

Warnings: 18+ for sexual content, language and themes now and throughout this AU

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Masterlist

Bucky - Cockwarming

Thor - Playtime

The room was completely silent. Each of the assembled crew around the table staring at Cap and Sarge. 

You didn’t really want anyone else in the room, you had been quite happy, sprawled on the large blanket under the table, moving between your new masters in turn. You had been licking a long stripe up Bucky’s hard cock when the first knock sounded, jolting you from your soft state into one of panic. 

Tucking himself away, Bucky had shouted ‘enter’ allowing a seeming herd of other people into the room. 

Sensing your nervousness, Steve had placed his hand on your cheek, his thumb rubbing against your bottom lip until you sucked the digit into your mouth, once more content to rest between them while they carried out their business. 

“Is this real, or a trick?” The man’s voice was like thunder, loud but clear. You couldn’t tell who was talking yet, only seeing a series of shoes, combat boots and a few loafers, one pair of battered trainers…you closed your eyes, sucking harder on Steve’s thumb and focussing on the polished shoes in front of you, one brown pair, one black pair, Steve and Bucky, Sir and Sarge, that was all you needed to worry about.  

“It’s not a trick, Thor.” Steve rolled his eyes, “we know we brought that rule in, no girlfriends.” 

A disgruntled murmur ran around the room, none of the men willing to vocalise how frustrated and angry they’d been since. 

Bucky slammed his palm onto the table and the room went quiet again, you jumped clinging to his calf, but remained where you were. 

“We brought the rule in, now we’re fixing it, but only if you're polite.” He growled.

“C’mon out, Bambi.” Steve and Bucky pushed their chairs back and Steve held out a hand to you, the ring on his pinky finger flashing in the afternoon light. 

Placing one hand slowly in front of the other you crawled out from underneath the table, one hand on Steve’s thigh, one on Bucky’s. The latter reached down, cupping your chin in his large, tattooed hand and pinched your cheeks. 

“Good girl, now say hello to the crew.” 

You turned, kneeling high enough that your head and shoulders peeked over the top of the walnut table, resting your chin on one hand you raised the other in a wave, “hello.” You whispered, nervously eyeing the array of men and women sitting around the long conference table.

You’d been worried ever since Cap’ and Sarge had informed you that your world would be expanding outside of their closed off penthouse, but now you felt that familiar throb of longing deep between your legs. They were handsome, your masters’ friends, so perhaps this wouldn’t be so awful after all. 

Bucky tucked a palm under your elbow and helped you stand, your feet wobbly after your time spent kneeling at his feet. Your heels tipped you forward slightly and you crossed your arms behind your back to steady yourself, pushing your chest out at the same time. A collective intake of air rippled around the room and, you supposed, that was to be expected given your scanty attire. 

Steve had wanted you to make a good impression and had chosen a soft pink babydoll with plenty of ribbons and bows. You certainly felt like a doll once they’d finished dressing you up but you loved it, loved that you didn’t have to make any decisions anymore. You let your wide eyes take in the room again, the hungry looks in everyone’s eyes. 

“Bambi, the family -” Steve gestured to the assembled group, “family, Bambi.” 

There was a chorus of replies, hellos and good mornings before the room went quiet again.

“Well, we don’t have much work to do today, so -” Bucky looked up at you, his hand on your hip protectively, “get to know everyone, okay. Take your time.” His smile was soft, but dropped from his face when he looked back at the rest of the family, “as for you, be polite.” Bucky glared around the room, “and remember to play nicely.” 

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[fastandtheformula1]

Matty Healy- Tell Me

a/n: i saw this picture of matty and almost exploded.

pairing: female reader x matty healy

summary: matty starts getting in shape, causing a whirlwind of thoughts.

warnings: SMUT, daddy kink (i mean look at him), cursing, finger fucking, begging, matty being mean

word count: 1675

not my picture!

~

“Yes, princess?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re staring. Like a lot.”

“Am not.”

You were currently admiring your boyfriend’s beautiful frame. He had recently grown out a mustache and started going to the gym. He normally came back from the gym sweaty, his hair a bit damp, which you loved but also made you hot and bothered. You were happy for him though; he had found an outlet that took away all of his stress from music.  

Currently, your boyfriend was cleaning the workspace he had been in for the past hour or so, making you a delicious meal after you made a quip saying he couldn’t cook a few days ago. He took the liberty of making dinner in hopes to prove you wrong. You came home to a candlelit dinner and a shirtless Matty. 

You loved it when Matty took off his shirt, leaving his artistic tattoos and beautiful muscles exposed. You were leaning against the kitchen wall trying to stay present as your gaze followed him, but your imagination caused your knees to weaken. 

“That feel good, baby?” Matty half- breathed, half-moaned. 

“Yes, Matty. Fuck.” 

He had been teasing you for hours; teasing your entrance and licking stripes along your pussy as you grinded against his face. 

“Want you to come on my face baby.” He said, sliding another finger into you. You moaned in response, feeling his fingers getting deeper and deeper. You start to feel the pressure from your stomach start to release. He curled his fingers ever so slightly to- 

“Earth to Y/N?” Your boyfriend said, still looking as fine as ever. 

You shook your head to try and get away from your filthy thoughts, however Matty’s gray sweatpants (hanging low on his hips and slightly outlining his cock) and a strand of curls that hovered in front of his forehead led you back to them. You quickly snapped yourself out of your haze. “What, love?” 

“Can you pass me the cleaning spray?” He said, now aware of your body language. 

Matty suddenly figured it out. He’d noticed your wandering eyes for the past couple of months, catching you staring, but didn’t think anything of it until tonight. He knew you loved looking at him, and hell, he loved it when he’d see your eyes glazed over thinking about his fingers or his dick inside you. But he didn’t realize his newly grown features were the cause of you acting this way. 

You turned around and bent down and opened the cabinet, reaching for the requested bottle. 

“Here, oh-” 

Matty was right in front of you, and his hands were pressed against the counter behind you, caging you in on either side. 

He was going to make you pay for all those times he caught you staring. 

“Want to tell me what you’re thinking about, love?” He said, analyzing you. You stayed quiet, knowing if you said some snarky comment you’d end up paying for it later. You swallowed hard. 

“Oh, I get it baby.” A smirk slid across his face. “So if I do this, I’m not turning you on… whatsoever.” He moved in front of you, so your bodies were almost against each other; you could start to feel the bulge in his pants. Your face quickly heated, so you looked away to avoid eye contact. 

“Ah, ah. Look at daddy, Y/N.”

Matty lifted your chin so he could look at you squirming underneath him. He loved knowing that he could make you melt. 

 “Beg.”

“Matty-”

He faked gasped. “She speaks.” His smug smirk reappeared on his face, and his brown eyes swirled with lust. 

Uh oh.

He pushed his hips so you were now flesh against each other. He dragged his lips down the side of your neck, causing goosebumps to form in its wake. “I said beg, Y/N.” 

There was a beat of silence as Matty latched his lips onto you, lightly sucking on your skin earning a whimper from you. His lips hovered near the shell of your ear. “Unless of course you don’t want me to do anything to you.” 

His words, dripping in lust, instantly made you cave. “Matty, please. Fuck, you don’t know what you do to me. Oh fuck, I need your fingers baby. Please Matty, I-”

He cut you off with a long kiss. 

“Don’t worry princess. Daddy’s gonna take good care of you, hmm?” He pressed his lips against yours again, and feeling his strong arms carrying you, you suddenly felt the cold countertop below you.  

“So,” he said, fumbling with your shorts. “All it took were some muscles and a mustache, hmm?” 

You lifted your hips. “Whatever.”  

He laid you on the back onto your arms, as you watched him take off your shorts. That all-too-familiar feeling rose in your stomach as you felt his hands move near your pussy. You loved it when Matty was so close to you like this. It made you feel one with him, making you feel even safer and more certain you wanted to do this with him. 

As he took off your panties, his eyes darkened, as he revealed you to him. 

“Fuck.” 

You moaned in response, feeling him spread your legs. You were dripping; Matty loved it when you were. 

Matty carefully slid one of his fingers inside you. Your breath caught in your throat at the feeling, a moan escaping your lips as he added another. His fingers started to work in and out of you. Your hands found his hair, tugging on it as the stirring feeling in your stomach started to get stronger. As you started to clench around Matty’s fingers, he decided to toy with you. 

Suddenly, Matty's fingers were gone. You looked at him worryingly, eyebrows furrowed and a pouting look overtaking your face. They were so warm and fit inside you so well.

“Matty wait, no. No. No, please, fuck-”  

He chuckled darkly, sucking his fingers as he looked at you admiringly. You could see the lust that devoured his eyes. He wiped his fingers on your thighs as you gazed at him. 

He let you catch your breath as he slowly played with your clit. “Calm down, princess. ‘M just taking my time is all.” 

You didn’t care if you sounded desperate, you just wanted his fingers back inside you. “Matty, fuck. I’m sorry for staring, okay? Fuck, please-”

You gasped as Matty again slid his finger in and out of you, slightly curling the tip to get you close. He slid two fingers inside you, the feeling being too much. You propped yourself up, causing you to clench his hand between your thighs. 

His tone immediately dropped to normal. “What is it, baby?”

“I- Matty I can’t,” You dropped your head on his shoulder, trying to find some kind of support in your hazy state. 

He brought your gaze up to his, concern written on his face. “What’s wrong, love? My fingers don’t feel good?” He halted all movements. 

“No they do, they just-” 

“Feel too good?” He placed his hand on the small of your back securely. 

You nodded, tears rolling down your face. 

He laughed. “Hmm.” 

You looked up at him, confused. “What?” 

He wiped a stray tear with his thumb. “You forget I know you, princess.” He said with a strange smile. “And what I think you want is for me to fuck you senseless with my fingers until you come all over them.” Leaning forward and giving you a sweet kiss on your forehead, he continued. “And when you do, you want me to fuck you senseless again. Does that sound quite right?” 

Heat and embarrassment rushed to your face. 

“Aww, it’s okay baby. Care to correct me?” His voice was strangely comforting. 

“Y/N,” he said, drawing out your name. 

“No.”

Another gorgeous smile broke through. “Lay back and open your legs for me, baby.” You obeyed, your back wincing at the cold countertop as Matty gently took his hand from your lower back. 

“Fuck.” Matty loved the sight of you like this. He gently touched your folds, which made your hips rock towards his fingers. You mewling at his barely there touches had him going crazy. He licked your clit, earning a breathy moan from you and started to play with your entrance. You were trying to make as much friction as possible to try and keep yourself sane. Seeing that you were enjoying yourself, Matty couldn’t help himself and slid his fingers into you. 

“Matty,” you called out, the stretch of his fingers being too much. 

“I thought you loved my fingers.” He teased. 

“Oh God-” 

Matty picked up the pace as you shut your eyes. He knew exactly how to bring you to the edge while not rushing it. 

“You can do it baby.”

You both felt your orgasm start to reach you, and that feeling in your stomach started to get stronger and stronger. 

“Matty fuck-”

Matty urged you on, wanting you to cum on his fingers. He’d never admit it, but the feeling of his fingers inside you as your walls clenched around him was something that he constantly touched himself to. 

“Fuck, yes princess that’s it. Cum for me baby. Give it to me.”

You felt yourself grind on Matty’s fingers as you let out a loud moan, feeling the wave of pleasure overtake you. Your hips stuttered as you rocked your hips hard against his hand, attempting to catch your breath. You heard him release a string of expletives with your name in between. 

As you started to come down from your high, you felt your limbs get heavier. Matty immediately was there to hold you. 

“Good job princess. Fuck, you did so well for me. My good girl.” 

He held you until you lifted yourself up, still dizzy from your orgasm. “Thank you, baby.”

Matty chuckled, “‘Course. Anything for my girl. How are you feeling?”

“Good. A bit sticky, though.” You both laughed. He nodded his head towards the mess you made on the table. 

“So much for cleaning the countertop, huh?”

[glorixuspurpose]

Seven Minutes

Ryomen Sukuna x Black!afab!reader

Note: my first time posting smut😭 it’s not that great but read at your own risk!!

 “Alright, it’s your turn.” All the eyes in the room turn to you as you sit there awkwardly, the empty glass bottle practically forced into your hand. 

You place it in the middle of the circle, making it spin. 

You sit there, half in anticipation and half in fear, as the bottle begins to slow down, about to land on one of your upperclassmen, Satoru Gojo, until a tattooed arm comes into your line of vision, stopping it in front of him instead. 

It was Sukuna, probably the most intimidating upperclassmen of all, from his tattoos to his dark demeanor. You silently curse his younger brother, Yuji, for inviting you to this damn party in the first place. 

 Satoru glares at him, yet still doesn’t argue as the two of you stand. Satoru practically pushes you two down the hallway, more like you, since Sukuna was way heavier than you, and into the closet. “Seven minutes!” He yells from behind the closed door. You sit on the floor, under what you can assume is coats. 

“Why did you stop it?” You ask. 

He shrugs. “I’m better than that white-haired fool. I don’t trust him either.”

You bring your knees to your chest. “Oh.” 

He continues to stand, towering over you from your spot sitting down. Despite his looks, he’s actually not that tall.

 “Don’t stay all shriveled up like that. You look like a scared child.” 

You change your position, still seated. 

“Stand up.” You immediately shot up, almost tangling yourself in the coats. 

“Much better.” He steps closer to you, inspecting your face. 

“What’s with the tattoos?” You ask.

He fakes a pout. “What, you don’t like them?”

“N-no I never said that, I just—”

“I get what you mean, princess. I got them because they’re badass. And because people kept mistaking me for my baby brother.”

 “I can see that.” It was somewhat believable, since they both had the same upward sticking pink and brown hair, and an almost similar muscular build. 

He smirks. “So..you like them?”

You nod. 

“I prefer verbal validation.” 

“O-oh, um, yeah..I do.”

He moves closer to you. “Good. You wanna touch them?” He held up one of his muscular arms, covered with thick black stripes. 

Carefully, you traced your finger over one of them. 

“Nice, right?” He asked. 

“Yeah..”

 “Five minutes!” Satoru yelled from the other side of the closet door. Sukuna rolled his eyes.

“Ignore that idiot.”

 You finally took your hands off his tattoo, letting them drop to your sides.

“So…what now?” You asked. 

He stepped closer. “Have you never played this game before?” He tilted his head.

“No…”

With one finger, he tilted your chin up to look at him. “I guess I should show you then, hm?”

You nodded. “Yes..” Without an extra word, he leaned in and kissed you; roughly. 

He moved his hand to the back of your head, holding you in place. 

 He moved his other hand to under the buttons of your cardigan, his hand sliding under to palm your left breast. “Nothing under, huh? That seems unlike you.” He teased. 

He unbuttoned the rest of your cardigan, letting it drop to the floor. Your entire torso was exposed. He pulled away from the kiss. 

“What else should I do then, huh? Tell me what you want.”

“Iwantyoutotouchme.” You rushed out. 

“Hm?”

 “I want you to touch me.” 

“Ask and you shall receive.” He moved his hand lower, to your skirt, and pulled it down with one swift motion. The only thing standing in his way now was your underwear, but he’d get to that later. “So you were hiding all this?” He moved closer, his body practically pressing against yours. He placed another kiss to your lips before kneeling down, face to face with your pelvis.

“These need to come off too.” He slid off your underwear, letting them drop to your feet. 

“Lie down, for me?” He let you go and you complied, your head just under those same coats. 

He took off his shirt, revealing more tattoos. 

 “Already so wet for me..”

He put two fingers inside you, making you let out a moan. 

“Three minutes!”

“Shut the fuck up!” He snapped. 

“Well okay then.” Satoru responded, sounding kinda grouchy. 

He chuckled, moving his fingers faster inside you. “You like that?”

You nodded vigorously, covering your face with your hands. 

He used his right hand to pry your hands off your face. “You know I want to see your pretty face.” Suddenly, he pulled his fingers out of you, making you groan at the sudden emptiness. 

“Why’d you stop?” You whined. 

 “We don’t have a lot of time.” He got on his knees, unbuttoning his pants and letting them drop to his knees. You could tell that he was big by the curve in his boxers.

He pulled his boxers down next, revealing more stripes on his thighs. 

“Your tattoo artist sure got a big payout, huh?” 

He gave a sarcastic chuckle, before pushing himself inside you. 

“Shit!” You cursed, your hands immediately going to cover your face but he grabbed your hands, holding both of your wrists with one hand above your head. 

 He thrust into you faster. “Look at me.”

He used his other hand to hold your jaw in place. 

“One minute!”

Sukuna took that as an alleyway to go faster, the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the closet, and most likely the hallway. 

He gave about three more thrusts before spilling himself inside of you. 

Both of you panted as he laid on top of you, catching his breath before getting dressed again. 

“Hopefully you learned.” He said, wiping off his forehead with the back of his hand. 

 The doorknob of the closet turned, and Sukuna immediately went to hold the doorknob to keep the door closed. “Get dressed.” He mouthed. 

You stood up and got dressed again, digging in your purse that you forgot you brought with you for some perfume. 

You exited the closet, knowing Sukuna was probably still getting dressed. 

“I heard the whole thing.” Satoru smirked.

You sheepishly rubbed the back of your neck. 

 “Don’t stress about it. Now hurry up and go back.” He winked at you as you rushed down the hall.”

[throneofspicybooks]

For a filthy smut request, ruhn danaan and creampie then he eats reader out?

Oh Ruhn would 100% do this

✨Favourite Flavour - Ruhn Danaan x Reader Smut ✨

Smut MDNI

Ruhn was gorgeous, handsome, and the most generous lover you had ever had.

And tonight was no exception.

Muscles bulged in his tattooed arms as he caged your body in with his large frame. His slim hips rolling against yours, hitting that perfect spot every time. Nails clawed at his back as his pace never relented. Ruhn groaned into your neck, “you’re so fucking tight, Princess. Just a dirty little slut, milking my cock with your wet cunt, aren’t you?”

Tears shone in your eyes as you stared up at his beautiful face. Babbling, you nodded your head as your nails continued to tear at the skin of his back.

“Do you deserve to cum, Y/N?” Ruhn ran his hands through your hair, pushing back the strands so he could properly stare into your eyes. “I think you do. Why don’t we make that happen, hmm?”

Fingers traveled between your sweaty bodies to flick your clit. You gasped as Ruhn’s fingers circled your nub, his hips never stopping their brutal pace. Ruhn swallowed the sound. His own groan had you dripping as your hand dropped down to squeeze his balls just this side of pain.

And suddenly you were there. You screamed as you came, legs locking around his waist. Ruhn’s ministrations did not stop, causing your climax to surprise you and hauling his own with you. “Oh Pretty Girl. So tight, so wet.” He groaned, talking you through your orgasm, “that’s it Sweet Girl, keep cumming. So perfect.” Warmth pooled within as Ruhn came in ropes, his cum decorating your cunt in the purest white.

His hips slowed and stopped nestled with your own as you both lay spent. His chest brushed yours with your shared deep breaths. Ruhn met your eyes with a soft smile. “Feel okay?” He asked into the quiet. You nodded with a happy, sated smile. “Good.” His lips turned into an arrogant smirk. “Because I think you’ve got one more in you, Princess.”

The sudden loss of his dick as he pulled out in a long slide had you whining pathetically. You didn’t have to wait long before Ruhn was on you once more. Gripping the backs of your thighs, Ruhn pushed until your knees reached your ears. Cool air caressed your still sensitive pussy, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

Wetness dripped from your hole. You knew without looking that it was Ruhn’s cum that dripped down your cunt. “Uh uh uh, Princess. We can waste this.” Ruhn’s tongue licked up your pussy in a long, thick stripe. You jolted at the feeling, hips raising to chase his mouth for more. He obliged.

Kitten licks flicked across your little cunt. Lips wrapped around your clit with a sharp suck. Release once again brewed in your gut. “You taste so good, My Lovely. We taste so good. Your pussy juice mixed with my cum is like the richest of wines.” He emphasised his words with the fast paced circling of his tongue around your now thoroughly abused clit.

“Ruhn,” you all but cried, the tears you had been holding back beginning to spill, “it’s too much. Too sensitive.”

“That’s not true,” he said into your mind. “You can take it, Princess. Just let go.”

You did. As Ruhn’s tongue dropped to tease your hole, the muscle slurping at your mixed release, a finger came down to rub your clit in a brutal rhythm. If it wasn’t for his hand holding you spread apart, your thighs would have certainly smothered him with your squeeze.

Your breathy moans as you crested your climax at Ruhn doubling his efforts. You were cumming with no end in sight, not as Ruhn licked and sucked at the cum leaking from your hole, delving deeper as more greeted him.

He finally relented when your hands pushed at his, the overstimulation too much. Ruhn rise above you on powerful arms as he licked up the remaining arousal coating his chin and lips. “I think I just found my new favourite flavour,” he said. You giggled. And pulled his lips down to meet yours, wanting to try the taste for yourself.

[samwise1548]

Felt like drawing someone else’s Tim with my own, so I drew @sarcasticscribbles’s Tim cuz her design is honestly so cool

[ID: A drawing of two different versions of the character Tim Stoker from the Magnus Archives.

The left is the original artists design. In this version Tim is a Puerto Rican man with light brown skin, hazel hair bleached at the bangs, and a mustache. He has a flaming tattoo on his left sleeve. He’s wearing a yellow short sleeve shirt with blue stripes, tucked into a pair of blue jeans.

On the right is @sarcasticscribbles’s design of Tim. Her version is a white man with medium length dark hair and hooked nose. He’s wearing a dark grey shirt with rolled up sleeves and green eye patterning, tucked into a pair of dull colored pants, and grey shoes. On his right hand is a friendship bracelet.

The Tim on the left circles around the other, one hand holding his chin and exclaims “Wow, I look nice!” Where the first word is in blue and the last is in big, red, and underlined for emphasis. The other Tim scratches the back of his head with one hand and stuffs the other in his pocket abashedly. There’s a light blush on his face. \End ID]

[emojellyace08]

Lookism Men x Female Reader "Their types on a woman" PART 2

A/N: Thanks for the request @misasdeathwish! Here's an another part of it and I'll probably make a part 3 for this since I really enjoy this (series?) so much. And also thanks for 55 followers!!! I really appreciate you guys for following my blog it means so much to me, so here's another post hope you like it! Genre: Fluff☁️and slight angst? (for everyone) WARNINGS: family issues, slight mentions of assault, and a bit sad

Hudson Ahn (Ahn Hyun-Seong)

Considering how much passion in fighting this guy have I bet that that's how his type on a woman is.

A girl doesn't have to be super physically strong completely just for Hudson to get to like them. I headcannon that just like Jay, Hudson can't handle whiny girls and causes lots of high school dramas. But girlish or not, if a woman has good morals, a good perspective in life and hardworking enough to reach her goals and dreams in life I think Hudson's attention will turn his focus on you.

It makes it even better to get a bit closer to him if you know martial arts and you still you use it in a responsible way. Business is just business. If your job is to take down anybody who gets in your way, you got to prepare your knuckles for some fight just to finish it.

So imagine saving Hudson and his gang when they get into a fight with some other mfs, he and his crewmates will be definitely surprised on a girl having the balls (well actually having no balls) to confront his enemies. It's not that he's thinking that girls can't fight and stand up for themselves. He's thinking on why you're helping him when he can fight for himself and getting into someone else's business. "Who is this hot chick over here?" a tall and skinny man cooed as his eyes trailed down your figure while rubbing his chin. "Sorry, I was on my way home just saw you beating up these poor dudes". "HEY! WE AIN'T POOR KIDS WE CAN FIGHT FOR OURSELVES!" a man with a baby face and curly black hair with yellow stripes/strands of hair shouted back at you while his nose is bleeding. "I'm the Sun of Ansan. I can't just lose like this or else I'm putting Taesoo Ma, my master's name out of shame" a blonde haired man replied while standing up. Feeling a dark aura surrounding the male, you smirked as you feel his fighting spirit getting back to beat the hell out of these creeps. "Since it's been a while since I kicked someone's ass, I think this should be a good exercise". you stated as you smiled widely and cracking your knuckles getting hyped up for the fight "You should go home and don't get involved in somebody else's business. It's my fight." "Sorry boo I just got here so I can't go home just yet". He was about to refuse when one of the opponents chose to attack him. With you being aware of your surroundings, you immediately kicked the high dude on his face making him fall on the ground. And the rest is history.

Well after all the fighting, his crewmates managed to convince Hudson to join you on their team. "C'mon Hudson! She's a good fighter she can be a good human weapon!" Jacky begged with those puppy ass eyes while it sparkled like stars. "He's right. She can be a great side member when we're off for other businesses." the tattooed male replied back as Hudson sighed finally giving in for their requests. Despite not wanting to add more members in his crew (since most of them are a headaches), he admits that your fighting skills is above average. Though what he worries about is about your attitude. Since the others are all childish and too prideful, he worries is that if you're like that too he would be bothered to join you in their team.

So he tries to approach you before you leave, him awkwardly talking about how his crew gain lots of money and if you're interested in it. "SORRY! I'm not making money out of illegal stuff!" you denied his offer with a smile but the curly black-haired dude keep pushing you so you got no choice I guess. So if you're part of his crew up until the end that it got destroyed because of Daniel Park, I think Hudson will start to realize on how you managed to stay loyal on him even when he knows that he's probably going to lose on this match. And that's how he started liking you. It's because of your loyalty and you believing on himself that he can be much more stronger. And that what makes him strive for more success. It's for you and Taesoo, the most important people in his life to be proud of him.

If you're not the type to know about fighting, I think that him saving you from a man trying to assault you in a different bar will make you interested in him after his crew got disbanded. He'll convince you that you should never come back in places like this since he knew from himself how these things happen all the time in the illegal side of his business before. So it makes him a bit guilty about all the horrible things he have done before. And if you coincidentally saw him again beaten up and you took him to the hospital or cure his wounds, he might show an interest in you (I swear this men likes babying them so much they just won't admit). His ideal date would just be probably cuddling and staying at home ;)

Overall hype him up, be passionate about your goals and dreams in life, and being loyal and honest can bring out the best of him.

Eli Jang (Jang Hyun)

Is it weird that I put Eli next to Hudson? lol. But seriously blonde Eli? I simp

Considering how this male went through so much things in his life, expect him to like someone who will be always there for him no matter how things turn upside down. His life is full of trauma and since his parents (his father passed) and how his step-mother don't really care about him forcing him to turn back and run away hoping that things will get better. But things turned worse when he's exposed to all the gangs and doing bad things like stealing and fighting at a very young age. When he met Warren, Sally and the rest of the gang he thought everything will be great but it all went wrong when Heather passed away everything fell apart. He felt that his whole life everything is just a tragedy to him and Eli felt that everything won't find true happiness until Yenna is born and when he met you.

It was in J-High when he moved schools to start a new life for himself and his daughter. Most girls were interested in him since he's good looking and as much as he appreciates their compliments, he mostly wants to focus on himself before getting to date someone. It's not even his priority since the last time he truly thought that he finally met his perfect soulmate, the worst things have gotten. But he changed his mind when you caught his attention. Your attentiveness in class and your will to help others will always make him turn his head around just to look at you. And the fact that you befriended out of pure kindness him makes his stomach grumble and feel butterflies. Sure, you wouldn't deny that he looks majestic. But the thing is you got more interested in him since despite the smile that he's trying to show to everybody, he always looks tired and sad (you can see it in his eyes). So you thought befriending him might not be a bad idea.

Like some Lookism guys, he will be a bit hesitant at first at making friends with anyone because of his trauma is consuming him for not being strong enough to take care of the people who he cherishes the most and he's thinking that you just probably wanted a date. But you proved him wrong. Your calm spirit and voice helps him ease his mind a lot. Your happy and go lucky personality makes him remind of Heather the most. So slowly but surely, he'll get used to your presence even craving and looking for you sometimes when your not present. I also headcannon that he's definitely the type to like mature and understanding women. Since he needs (or tries) to be independent throughout his childhood and not experience freedom, a whiny and immature someone can turn him off the most. After getting to know you more and able to build a special connection with you he'll definitely open about his issues/struggles in life and about his daughter (please don't discriminate him for it).

Eli would be probably into more of the soft and quiet women too. Bonus points if you know how to do household chores like cooking, cleaning the house etc. since being a single dad can be hard. Eli have to balance his school life and focus all his homework on time while taking care of Yenna and making sure she's safe is a stressful challenge. So having someone who can help him babysit the little girl is something that he'll appreciate so much. Though it's okay that if his someone doesn't know how to cook since he knows the struggles of it and it can be a great quality time for the both of you learning different recipes! (but it can be a bit disastrous at times lmao). What matters is that you don't stress yourself of taking care of the child. He doesn't like seeing you tired and it's definitely not a requirement for you to take care of Yenna since you have to study too. Though his trust for you will gain more if you insist to take care of the little girl (and you tried your best to be a mother figure).

Though at times, his past issues about Heather can get into his relationship. If you noticed that he often talks about the girl all the time, please be patient and understanding about it. You can talk about it with him without letting your negative emotions getting in the way. If you let your jealousy get into you first, this can form a BIG MISUNDERSTANDING between the two and I mean it. He'll probably think that you don't understand him enough and it can tore your relationship apart.

And after the 4 major crews got active to rip families and friendships apart, Eli is afraid to hurt everybody especially you, Yenna, and his family. So when joining the Workers is the only "solution" for Yoojin to not destroy Hostel, you immediately try to stop him but he knows he can't turn back now. Your caring personality is also one of the reasons he loves you, though he felt like he doesn't deserve it. You gotta thank Vasco for bringing Eli back home again.

Be understanding, helpful, and patient with Eli hon. Form an amazing relationship with him and his family that he never got to experience. And Yenna might even call you Mama!

Warren Chae (Chae Won Seok)

A devoted simp lmao.

Headcannon: Warren likes shorter and cute girls (And having the same age as him don't think that way>:(. Though after some time, realizing that a sweet, positive and a helpful girl actually catches his attention more (plus being short and cute is a win for him). Warren would also be into mature yet a bit playful women. He really likes it when he gets a cute reaction out of someone he like when he's easing them and he gets really flustered when his someone flirts back.

So imagine just meeting him at school and him saving you from the other thugs AHHHHHHH. The moment he saw you getting harassed by those fuckers, he can't help but to feel the urge to protect you. Who the hell treats a girl like that?

He was on the way home with Eli, Sally and Heather when he notices you getting blocked in the way by other teenagers from the other university. As much as you want to get away from this mess, the old-looking students won't let you go. "Aww c'mon let's go to my house and grab some beer". An wrinkly-faced guy embraced your shoulder just to pull you closer to him which makes you uncomfortable. "So-sorry I-I'm good" you gulped harshly as the three men keeps whistling and making pouty faces insulting you. "Sorry miss if you don't complied we will have to keep bother-" "Oi, what the fuck (are you doing?)" a familiar male voice shouted as you turned around to see if it's really him. "The All Mighty Warren Chae". You heard about him and in fact, he's your classmate and he's one of the most known trouble maker in your school. Not only he can't finish his sentences full, he doesn't also finish doing his homework (You weren't close anyways). He's also with three unfamiliar people who are probably in another campus. "Hey is he your boyfriend? I'll go talk to him". "Hey wai-" you tried to stop the skinny dude and now he's face to face with Warren. "Are you her boyfriend? Sorry if I was hitting on your girl but she's mine now". he smirked clearly insulting and challenging the other male. "Nah, (if you try to harass a girl) you gotta fight me". Warren replied while unconsciously not finishing his sentence. As the skinny dude tries to land a punch on him Warren easily blocked his move and punched him to the ground beating the guy down (getting what he deserves).

And that's how you met and became friends with the Hostel. You got close to everybody especially with the guy who saved you, heck you even talk to Olly Wang. You'll also teach him about grammar when you have extra time so he can construct his sentences well not only on the assignments but also when he's talking. Your helpful and generous personality is enough to make Warren burst. He really appreciates it when you help him through his complications and you being patient and understanding about it makes him less insecure about his disability. And that what makes him love himself more and try to get stronger to protect you and his family. You will always visit your friends and sometimes sleep on their place (even if it's a bit messy). You'll also help them clean up and you'll always bring their favorite food especially Warren's. I also headcannon that he likes clingy and cuddly women. Though he will always ask for consent if you're willing to hug or kiss him back.

But not everything and everyday is all about rainbow and unicorns. Everything went wrong when the adults find about Hostel and with Heather getting pregnant and passing away from labor. It even got worst when Eli ran away again. You have to move out from another city to start a "fresh life" because your parent/s got so worried for being involve into "low-standard" run-away teenagers which is far from truth. And no matter how much you want to protest to them, you can't do anything and you have to get through the burden of it.

But when you find out that you study with Eli at the same school, you get to make contact with him but it was a really hard task. First he tries to avoid you at all cost thinking that Sally or Warren contacted you to follow him and convince him to get back to Hostel. But with great communication and understanding with one another, you and Eli started being friends again and you managed to have contact with Hostel again after a few months (years rather). You're really excited to meet Warren again and that you hugged him a bit too tight making him and Sally chuckle. "Warren! I missed you so much!" you cried as your arms wrapped around his waist which he doesn't mind (he even loves it). "I-I missed you too." he replied while blushing back loving your warmth that brings him comfort. "YOU COMPLETED YOUR SENTENCE!" "(I've) Been studying (reading)." "At least you're getting better now, little boo!" you gleefully smiled as he kissed your forehead. He knows that it's dangerous for you to be involve with him especially when all the drama about the 4 major crews are getting a bit spicier and heated. But can he just enjoy this moment for a while? To hug and cuddle with you and forget the world in just a moment?

If you really like Warren, be understanding about his condition. Also having a warm and positive vibe around him can make his heart melt.

Johan Seong (Seong Yohan)

Not really clingy but he still cares about you if you're not too much of a bothersome.

If you know Johan before the cult incident or if you're childhood friends with him along with Zack and Mira, he'll be more open and awkward around you. Since he's really shy around this time he's still developing himself as a whole. He wants to get strong like Zack as he always watches him do boxing. Yet when he tries to stand up for himself from the bullies he still get defeated which makes him feel unworthy. Though if you saw him getting bullied as you tried to stand against the other kids, he'll start to see you as an inspiration. An emotionally strong women can really catch his attention.

The thing that he calls admiration soon becomes deeper as he explores your personality even more. If you're accepting and understanding even on the smallest things he'll literally develop a crush on you. You may be still be developing as a child (same age as him), but your good set of morals makes him inspired to do better in life not only for you and himself but most especially his mom.

But things took a bad turn when the cult incident happened. And the addition of his mom loosing her eyesight and getting involved/addicted to drugs stresses him out the most. He just wants the best for her and his friends too. And he hates it when you and Mira get hurt by other people. That's why his fueling rage and anger makes his way to encourage himself to be strong. Stronger than Zack, stronger than anybody. That's why no matter how he thought that it'll be toxic for him to just leave you and his family without any words or context, he felt like he has to. To protect you and find a cure for his mom.

Of course his sudden leave will make you devastated. And after some years, as hurtful as it sounds he'll probably start forgetting abut you since he's focused on the major crew business. But after his crew disbandment and lost, he's probably going to meet you without plans on a food stand (considering how much this guy loves food). He would panic and pretend that he's just a random stranger but your gut feeling got the best of you and you'll ask him if he's the boy you're looking for. Of course he'll deny it at first but seeing his sweet someone will make him iresistent. He misses you no matter how hard he tries to deny it. And when he goes to visit his mom (without her knowing it's her son since she's getting blind), she'll always tell him about you on how you always take care of her especially if you have free times. Johan likes helpful women especially in household chores just like Eli and if his someone/crush also takes care of his mom she's definitely his type on women too just like Daniel.

He has to explain to you that once this is all over and his mom's eyes got better he'll come back to your hometown and back to you. But it still hurts you Johan suffering from all of this when all you want is for him to be happy.

If you haven't met him in his childhood, he'll definitely be more cold and reserved. He won't give a damn about everybody (except his mom and his friends ofc) but women? He doesn't have time for them especially the loud ones. But if you're the emotionally matured and understanding type he'll definitely have an interest for you (despite him denying it).

Even if he's not a clingy person, your caring, gleeful and emotionally strong personality can make him relax a bit from all this chaos. Just ask him for a good and warm hug and he'll sigh and open his arms for you (he secretly likes it trust me).

A/N: WHEWW! Johan, Hudson and Warren are so hard to write for! (It's my first time writing about them so please don't judge it too much lol) Eli is much easier since I can express my way of writing more to emotionally unwell characters. But feel free to give some criticisms if you're not satisfied!

Looking for Jake, Gun, Goo, and Sinu one? Part 3 will be coming up ;)

[carryonafi]

nothin’ but noise.

calum hood x reader; SMUT!!🔞

WE FINALLY HAVE A CALUM BLURB!! there’s so many more projects and stuff that i have in the works but school has been kicking my ass, yada yada all the excuses you hear from fanfic authors— but enjoy this!! no plot, just calum being a munch🤍

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You never thought you could describe a man’s sound as beautiful, but that's all you were getting when you stared up at Calum Hood through your eyelashes. His hands were tangled in your hair, gathering it up in a makeshift ponytail as he choked back whimpers of gratitude. Head bobbing up and down, slowly… carefully, just to prepare yourself as you held your thumb tightly and took him all the way in. He hit the back of your throat, eyes welling up and becoming glossy as you tried to blink the tears away. Calum tipped his head back, one loud gasp followed by a much softer moan slipping past his full pink pout. Wetted with saliva, his lips were parted in shallow breaths and ragged inhales. He cursed under his beautiful sounds as you came back up, eyebrows knitted together. You made eye contact with him again, pulling all the way back until the tense string of spit connecting your lips to his tip broke off and left a trail down your chin. Your hand made quick work of his base, swallowing thickly and catching your breath due to your previous lack of control.

Calum sighed your name, sounding so far away… but he was right there, On the brink, he sat, but your slick palm wasn't enough. “Oh, god.” He gasped once your thumb dug into his slit and swirled around the pre-cum.

“Wanna finish like this, Cal?” You asked, voice raspy and coated with your need to look down on him. His hands were still fisted in your hair, big brown eyes staring non-harmful daggers into your own. He rolled his hips into your hand in response, feeling his stomach flutter with the name you gave him. His tattooed chest rose and fell with each staggered breath he took, supplying himself with limited oxygen yet enough to push his flushed tan skin.

“Do I have other options?” Calum stammered, desperately moving his hips in time with the slow pumps of your hands since your pace hadn’t come to a complete stop yet.

“Inside me?” You paused, admiring how his eyes lit up just at the thought of filling you to your brink. “Mm, you’ll have to switch places with me if you want that, though.” His eyes seemed to brighten even more, a honey golden stare looking back at you instead of darkened chocolate lust. You giggled, stopping everything you were doing just to crawl up his body while hovering over his much more muscular frame. “You think you can do that, make me feel good, Cal?” You drew out the syllables of his name, patronizing but so, so sweet. Calum gave you an eager nod and within seconds he was trying his lips down your body just after flipping your positions. He was excited, buzzing to get a taste of you and it was apparent in the way he didn’t do his usual routine of hickeys all down your skin and caressing your thighs. His lips were over your clothed heat, pressing the flat of his tongue to the spot which pulled a moan from your throat. Your turn, your turn to have your knuckles in his hair tightening with each swivel of his tongue. Calum’s fingers tucked between the fabric of your panties and the smooth valley of your inner thigh, he was about to push them off to the side, but you took it upon yourself to hastily wiggle your hips and get them off of you as quickly as possible.

His next moves were predictable, but oh, were they fast. He dove in immediately and dragged a stripe along your core with his tongue, dipping into the folds, then swirling your clit and closing his lips around the bundle of nerves. Calum’s actions were already sending you into a spiral, another gasp as your hips lifted towards his mouth and you laid your head down on the satin pillows. Your eyes closed as he repeated this process, kissing, sucking, lapping up your fluids. It made you a mess of endless moaning and tugs on his soft frizzy hair, eliciting more from him which sent vibrations coursing through your veins.

At one point, you opened your eyes and looked down. Your arousal made you lightheaded and weak, just barely lifting your head enough to see him completely enveloped in you. This only made your head spin more, he looked up at you the same way you did to him just a few moments earlier with a hint of innocence in his hopeless brown eyes. Calum separated himself from you, though he was dying to go back for more. He just needed to see you unravel, he knew you loved how he looked like this, his hair a thick mess only tamed in your fingers, chin shiny with liquid and lips glistening with the same substance. His poor little pout, so kiss-swollen and pink from pleasuring you. As he gave you his puppy eyes, he used his fingers to rub in gentle circles on your sensitive bud so he could feel the shake of your thighs which were hiked up over his shoulders. “Love havin’ you like this.”

“Love when you’ve got tears in your eyes like that, ‘n your makeup starts to smudge… so fucking pretty.” Calum leaned in, turning his head to the side to mumble against your thigh between open mouthed kisses. “The prettiest.”

“I need you, now.” You just barely spoke over a whisper to Calum, who had stopped with his hand now as well and gave you the warmest smile. It looked no different to the ones he gave you when you woke up in the morning, or when he looked you in the eyes after a long day of recording… innocence for such an act.

“Weren’t you the one telling me I needed to do this first?” Calum hummed in response, knowing he had completely won you over again by the way you only nodded and tried your best to pull him back up towards you. It felt like a blur when your lips met, moving quickly against each other in a haste to adjust your positions so he could line up with the slick of your entrance. Nothing could compare to that feeling, hips flush as you desperately egged him on to hurry up and stop playing his games. One swift thrust had you both gasping for air, Calum was a bit louder than you… yet he was muffled by his lips pressed to your neck. He was the one hovered over you, your legs wrapped around his waist as if he could get any closer than he already was. This wasn’t going to last very long for either of you, but the anticipation kept you on the edge.

“Calum!” One simple whine of his name and he was moving, making you squeak with the unexpected change. His hips moved rhythmically, hitting endless beats like he was listening to a metronome designed specifically for you in his head, and it only took him a few seconds to find the most sensitive spot deep in the pit of your stomach. It was heavy, thick tension as you drawled his name and made the most pleasurable whines regarding how fucking good he was taking care of you. Your ecstasy never seemed to stop, but the warmth of his sweaty, sweet brown waves kept you grounded. You needed to feel something other than the repeated abuse of your g-spot as he pounded, Calum wasn’t afraid now. It had taken him so long to just loosen up a little bit and let the vulnerability come out as well as the dominating persona. You were finally getting the most of it and enjoying every bit. Finally, finally, his perfect face lifted from the crook of your neck and he admired the look on your face. Everything he loved, your lips forming a perfect O and wide glossy eyes shielded from the light by his shadow.

“Come on, come on… can feel you. So close.” He encouraged, followed by a string of sweet promises pushing you to finally tip over. Not even a few seconds passed, but you were coming undone right beneath him. Calum breathed out like it was his own orgasm, whispers of “Yeah, yeah. Fuck, baby.” all mixed together behind the sounds of your desperate moans and the ringing in your ears. Your body tensed, pulsing, clenching around Calum which brought him over with no warning. He panted, furrowing his brows as his hips stilled and you could bask in the uncomfortable feeling. It didn’t bring you too much euphoria, but felt so deep. So fucking deep.

Both of you left breathless, your arms hung loosely around his neck as he brought you own from your highs with kisses to your cheek and the corner of your mouth. Everything was slow now, you could hear Calum’s heartbeat so hard it sounded like it would burst through his chest… though yours probably sounded the same way. When he came up from his job of giving you kisses, he gave you a lazy smile that made you giggle. It was so contagious he had to as well, rolling over to lay on his side. His one arm tucked underneath your body while the other was tossed over your stomach.

“Now you wanna play the baby and be held, huh?” You teased, but you couldn't be too upset. Calum looked very content with his head on your shoulder and his perfect little nose pressed to your skin. He hummed out an affirmative answer, eyes closed as he was already starting to slip out of consciousness. What more could you want other than Calum, and his perfect sounds, and perfect hair, and perfect face… possibly to have this every day? It wasn’t guaranteed yet, so that was the only thing you could wish for.

[rustic-space-fiddle]

Working on Grazer concept design. (See details below the cut)

These Grazers are from Cain’s tribe, the Grassland Grazers. There’s three main tribes of Grazers: the Grassland Grazers, the Mountain Grazers, and the Desert Grazers. I’m still working on names for these tribes, but for now that’s what I’ve got. They’re all somewhat nomadic, following the good grass/plants and the changing seasons. They’re predators, technically, but they raise, protect, and harvest small livestock. The grasslands grazers shepherd the wee dragon-sheep (I called them “skofies” before but I’m not loving that name so much rn…), the mountain ones raise cattle, and the desert ones raise poultry (kinda like quail).

Some notes on Grasslands Grazers, though I’m still fleshing them out:

They wear jewelry on their arms, ankles, necks, and horns that clinks to both help the sheep (who are as dumb as Earth sheep) stay close by and warn predators that someone is watching them. They’re also decorative.

Their braids are a source of pride and they almost never cut their hair, except under extreme circumstances.

They source their beads from stones found in riverbeds, but sometimes trade with the other tribes or humans/elves/etc. to get special precious stones or metals. Anything to make fun clinky jewelry.

Young Grazers (1-6) don’t wear beads around their necks or ankles in order to avoid getting caught in anything. They don’t help with the sheep then either so it’s not as necessary. However, they do wear little headbands with little beads on them, which they then turn in for real beads to adorn their necks or growing horns with once they get old enough to help tend the flocks.

Married Grazers get stripe tattoos on their chins. Men with facial hair will often shave or pluck the hair within the tattoo to make sure it’s always visible.

Some notes on the others:

The desert that the Desert Grazers roam isn’t an empty sand desert. It’s on the edge of the Great Desert (name TBD), but it’s got plenty of fauna and flora and rainfall.

The Mountain Grazers have slightly more permanent homes, with a series of large and small caves used by the main group and the shepherds over the seasons. They travel lightest of all Grazers.

Mountain Grazers have large circular horns like ibex goats and the Desert Grazers have horns like gazelles.

[dullgecko]

Riz glows under black lights.

This is random but this is my first ask.

Riz glows under black lights. Not completely, he doesnt look like someone picked him up and dunked him in UV reactive paint but parts of him definitely glow.

He lets his friends drag him to a nightclub once, despite his feelings on loud music and crowds and they are shocked because he's glowing like he's wearing makeup under the black lights on the dance floor.

There's a stripe that runs down the bridge of his nose that splits in two to paint a thick line of light under both of his eyes. There's also a tiny stripe that glows on his philtrum, skips over his lips and continues down his chin.

The top edge of his ears also glow and, if he wasnt wearing a shirt, there are stripes running in horizontal lines down his neck and back all the way to the tip of his tail. His tattoos somewhat obscure the stripes on his back in places, as well as the few running along the tops of his arms, but its still visible around the writing where his sleeves are pushed back.

He knows that he has glowing stripes on his arms, he uses a black light all the time when doing his rogue thing or investigating, but he's never made a consious effort to check if he glows anywhere else. Riz jumps in surprise when Fig squeals and grabs the side of his face, rubbing her thumbs over the marks under his eyes to see if he's wearing makeup but the markings dont smudge when she touches them. The lines along the top of his ears make their movements VERY visible when he pins them back and hisses at the man-handling.