#Often acts as a go between the two of them

[nyankochan]

mr. worldwide

☆ having a rich, pro footballer as a boyfriend means you get spoiled quite often. and he loves to fly your around the world for special getaways, regardless of the occasion.

☆ pro footballer! oliver aiku, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, itoshi sae, michael kaiser x afab! reader

Content: rough sex, penetrative sex, oral (male and female receiving), lots of dirty talk, praise , overstimulation, bath sex (Aiku), mating press (Kaiser), semi public sex (Sae), does Shidou himself count as a warning? Lmao

a/n: is it too obvious I have a favorite?

オリヴァ aiku — where he takes you: mykonos, greece

Takes you to Greece to propose. Has the entire proposal planned out and is literally sweating bullets right up until he actually asks. You of course say yes, but it had to be perfect in his mind

You absolutely adore Greece and all its beautiful sights. And with a stunning new engagement ring, you’re on cloud 9 and enamored the entire trip.

Aiku extends the trip from the original two weeks to a month long vacation. He just can’t get enough of you and wants to keep you to himself a little bit longer before going home and officially introducing you to the world as his future wife.

“You doing alright, darlin’?” Aiku asks, pressing a kiss on the back of your bare shoulder. He shifts slightly to adjust you in his lap, the water sloshing around you. After island hopping all day, Aiku offered to run you a warm bath accompanied with bath salts and candles. You asked him to join you and now here you both were, basking in each other’s company.

“Mhm. Never better,” you sigh, leaning into his sturdy chest. Aiku continues to trace his hands up and down your body, gently caressing your shoulders, your waist and hips, giving your ass a playful squeeze. “Oliver,” you warn, a playful smile tugs across your face.

“Sorry. Can’t help it,” he laughs. His arms hug around your waist. “I just can’t get enough of you.” Aiku cups your breast and gives it an experimental squeeze. You squirm much to his enjoyment. He twirls your nipple between your fingers, relishing the way you shudder.

“Oliver~” you moan, keening against his touch. Aiku groans. He trails kisses down the side of your neck, sucking and abusing your collarbone while his fingers tease the folds of your cunt. He spreads your legs wider to allow two digits to prod your entrance. At your slight wince, Aiku kisses your cheek, whispering assurances in your ear. “Just relax for me darlin’. Attagirl.”

Your sultry moans turn him on, and Aiku pressed his fingers deeper, curling them slightly until they touch where you’re most sensitive. You gasp, back arching as a low string of whines leaves your lips. His thumb finds your clit, tracing the nerves with slow, tantalizing movements that have you seeing stars.

You can't think straight. The pit of your stomach feels hot and it spreads to the rest of your body. Uncontrollably, you grind your hips against his. “O-Oliver!" You whimper.

“Come for me, pretty,” Aiku says, and you do with a soft cry. Your body convulses, splashing more water on to the bathroom floor, before you slump back against Aiku.

Suddenly, Aiku stands, picking you up with him. He steps out of the bath, dripping an incessant amount of water on to the floor. His stiff cock presses against your ass. He’s achingly hard and desperate to feel you around him. You wrap your legs around his waist to let him carry you to the main bedroom.

“Sorry darlin’. I know you’re supposed to be relaxing. But let me fuck that pretty cunt of yours. You don’t gotta do a thing. I’ll take care of you.”

りゅうせい shidou — where he takes you: macau

He originally wanted to go to Vegas or Miami and you said absolutely not. Macau was the not so compromise.

You actually ended up enjoying it more than you thought, visiting the beaches and exploring the city. Shidou acts like an angry body guard whenever someone ogles you in a swimsuit

Dude goes crazy in the casinos, much to your annoyance. You wander off to find a drink when a random guy hits on you at the bar. He actually politely leaves when you tell him you’re taken, but that doesn’t stop your jealous boyfriend from storming over.

“You’re so cute when you’re angry, but you look so much better with my cock in between your lips,” Shidou taunts, a wicked smile on his face and cheeks flushed with pleasure.

You try but fail to scowl, whimpering instead as your jaw strains to adjust to his size. Your hands rest on his muscular thighs, well built from years of running and conditioning. Your eyes brim with tears as you try to relax your throat and breathe through your nose to take more of him. Take him deeper. You continued to slurp and grace every inch of his cock with your tongue. The sensations made his mind go blank.

"Fuck," Shidou groaned. “D-don’t stop.” He tugs your hair, the pain in your scalp making you whimper as you continue to suck, swirling your tongue around the tip. “A-ah, I’m gonna blow my load sooner than I’d like at this rate.” Shidou shudders, a string of curses coming from his lips.

“Fuck, you suck my cock so well,” he pants. “But“ His hands cup your cheeks, making you look up at him through half lidded eyes. His cock twitched. The sight of you on your knees was one he never got tired of seeing. “You can do better.”

Shidou forced your head down roughly without warning. The action startled you, but you didn’t have any time to gather your bearings. He then thrusts up while simultaneously forcing your head down his length. You whimper as you begin to gag, unable to breathe as Shidou continues to fuck your mouth.

You quickly become lightheaded, rubbing your legs together as the dizziness sends electric pleasure through you. “Such a good fucking girl, sucking me like this. That pretty little mouth of yours is heavenly when you aren’t being a brat,” Shidou groans. “You like choking on cock, don’t ya? I see the way you’re squirming. Don’t worry, I’ll reward your pretty pussy afterwards.”

His cheeks flushed red. The pressure of his release finally snapped. "Ugh fuck! I'm coming!" His eyes scrunched shut and a sultry moan leaves his lips. His grip on your head tightens, keeping your from pulling away as he comes down your throat. His release is salty on your tongue. You whimper, but ultimately sink against him until he lets you go, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He grins, panting slightly, at your dazed expression.

“Heh. I’m no where near done with you. I’m throbbing like never before, and I won’t be satisfied until I mold your cunt in the shape of my cock.”

たびと karasu — where he takes you: honolulu, USA

His first check he got from playing pro, he wanted to take you on a trip as a way to show his thanks for your constant support. It’s not an easy relationship due to the nature of his career, but you always stuck by him

Researched extensively and planned an entire itinerary to make sure you were supporting local businesses and restaurants, doing fun eco friendly excursions, and of course, getting you pampered

This dude is so whipped and literally worships the ground you walk on. He is at your beck and call and ultimately at your mercy.

“Tabi, I’m too heavy for that,” your protest, keeping your hands on the headboard. Karasu had been trying to convince you to sit on his face so he could eat out, but you were scared of hurting him in the process.

“I keep telling you, it’s fine,” Karasu reassured. He laid back against the pillows, his hands settling on your hips to pull you close. There seemed to be a flicker of amusement in his blue eyes. “Just relax and let me take care of you, princess.”

“But-“

“How about this, if it’s too much for me then I’ll tap your hip three times like this.” Karasu demonstrates with quick squeezes. You sigh and finally relent.

“Okay…” You hover over Karasu, making him tsk in slight annoyance. He pulls you down by your waist, attaching his mouth to your pussy and immediately beginning to suck. You cry out, gripping his black locs tightly causing him to groan. He’s messy as he eats you out, not caring as your juices dribble down his chin.

“S-shit, baby wait!” You cry out. Karasu sucks on your clit, grabbing fistfuls of your plush ass. Your legs tremble, but when you try to close them, Karasu stops you from doing so. Tears spring against your eyelashes from the overstimulating pleasure.

As Karasu’s tongue moves in and out of your folds at a rough pace, he holds your thighs tightly, burying his face deeper in between them. Your legs go weak and you can no longer support yourself, dropping on Karasu completely.

Is it hard for him to breathe? Yes. Does it bother him? Not in the slightest.

He continues to eat you out with vigor, savoring your taste and the sounds of your whines. His cock throbs in response, growing hard just from tasting you alone. His fist wraps around his sensitive shaft, jerking himself off as you grind against his face, desperately chasing your release. And well, if he suffocates from your thighs in the process, well then he could die a happy man.

“F-fuck Tabi! I’m gonna cum-“ You moan. You tug his hair as your body trembles and your orgasm washes over you. Karasu lets out a satisfied groan before he’s cuming in his fist.

You try and fail to stand due to wobbly legs. Karasu chuckles before putting a kiss on your messy folds.

“I told you not to worry. Now sit back down. I shouldn’t waste any of my precious treat. Before I fill you with my cock I have to taste you more.”

さえ itoshi — where he takes you: bali, indonesia

For your anniversary, Sae wants to get away from public eye and keep you all to himself. Out of the many trips you’ve taken together, one of his favorites is always Bali, for the beautiful scenery and beaches and for the privacy of the private resorts.

Being that it’s your first time in Indonesia, you want to see all that the country has to offer outside of the resort. Sae, for the most part, begrudgingly cooperates and during the day, you venture to the city, try local delicacies, and visit popular tourist attractions. Then, by the time you return back to your accommodations, a spa treatment has been arranged to help you wind down for the day before you spend the rest of the evening lounging by the poolside.

With the exception of a few cooks and cleaning staff, you guys are entirely alone. Sae ensured that by booking out the entire resort. And with that comes a few additional perks.

“Sae~” you whimper as Sae presses you against the couch on the side of the pool deck. His lips attach to the side of your neck making you moan as his teeth graze over your skin, nipping until he’s satisfied with the purplish hue. His hands trail up the span of your back, fingers tugging at your bikini’s tie until the straps come undone.

The pads of his fingers tweak at your sensitive nipples. The air had begun to cool with the sun set, making goosebumps crawl down your arms. Your back arched as you desperately craved more of Sae’s touch, grinding against his hips slow and sensually. He grunted, eyes closing, his erection straining against his swim trunks.

“Fuck, touch me more,” Sae groaned.

You wrap your legs around his waist to pull him close, reaching past the waistband of his trunks to free his stiff cock. You give his cock a few languid strokes, making Sae shudder in response. He twitched in your hand as you rub your thumb over the sensitive tip, precum beginning to leak out. Not even seconds later, he’s coming across your bare chest.

“S-shit.” He has to steady himself against the cushions on his elbows. Sae ruts in your hand, riding out his orgasm as his sticky releases coats your hand. You bring your fingers up to your mouth to lick.

“Feel good, Sae?” You ask, then kissing up his jaw until you reach his mouth.

“I've missed holding you like this,” Sae mutters against your lips. He drew your bottoms down and over your thighs. Your heart thrummed in anticipation. “Did you miss me down here too?” He asks, tracing a finger down your pussy’s lips, feeling your wetness.

“Why don’t you find out?” You tease.

At your request Sae eases his cock in your cunt. As you whimper, he lets out a guttural groan of satisfaction. The feeling of your tight hole finally clamping around him made Sae want to cum again on the spot. Did you always feel this good?

His body moves on its own, rutting into you rough and fast in desperate search for his release and to feel the way your walls convulse around him, begging for more.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect Mi amor. If you keep squeezing me like that, I’m gonna come, and I want to savor your body a bit longer first.”

ミヒャエル kaiser — where he takes you: paris, france

Kaiser likes to show off and show you off in particular with how much he likes to spoil you. Although it is somewhat close to home, he loves going to Paris, and for your birthday, he planned an extensive romantic getaway in the city.

Literally there is no price limit on anything. You can shop to your heart’s content with his black card. If you even act like you’re going to use your own money, not only does Kaiser get offended, but "threatens" to punish you for misbehaving. He lets you drag him to every cafe you set your eyes on, despite his personal opinion they all serve the same damn thing. It just makes you happy, so he's happy.

Your room has a balcony with the perfect view of the Eiffel Tower that looks ethereal at night. Among many of the gifts Kaiser gets you is jewelry, particularly an anklet in (gold or silver) with his initial on it.

You could hardly breathe.

Tears clung to your eyelashes and your stomach constricted in delicious pleasure as Kaiser pushed your legs further against your chest into a mating press. His cock pressed against your most sensitive spot, making you gasp in delight, his rough pace not relenting.

"M-Micha, s'too deep!" You whimper, but your boyfriend merely grins.

"Now I'm too deep?" Kaiser taunts. “you weren't complaining just a moment ago. See?” His grip on your thighs tightened. He slowly pulls his cock out of the clamp of your weeping hole making you whine as you feel every inch of him. Your puffy lips fluttered around his length, your slick release allowing him to slide back in with ease. “You keep sucking me back in whenever I pull too far out. Such a greedy little thing.”

A ring of white forms around the base of his shaft and Kaiser can’t resist the urge to smear it around your overstimulated clit. Your legs begin to tremble when he bullies his cock back in. He grins when you arch off the bed.

“Micha~” your pleas are a weak whimper.

Kaiser shifts your legs so that they rest across his shoulders, your ankles dangling by his head. Despite the slightly uncomfortable position, your abdomen constricts and tears stream down your cheeks as the pressure of your release reaches the breaking point and you cry out Kaiser’s name as you cum.

Then, a brief glimmer catches his eye: The M charm on the (gold/silver) anklet he gave you. It shakes with the tremble of your legs each time he fucks into you. Kaiser hadn't realized you put it on already and god, he was glad you did. He swore he felt himself getting harder, if that was even possible. The subtle sign of possession stirring deep desire within him. He intertwines his fingers with yours. A low groan leaves his lips as he cums.

"Fuck. Fuck. Meine Liebe. Wearing my initial on your leg... Be a good girl for me and take every inch of me, m'kay? Yeah. You can handle it, cause you're mine. My pretty girl.”

[currentfandomkick]

Damian can safely say he hates how his family treats the dead. His mother said his brother was weak to die. His grandfather called it a disgrace to his lineage. Then his father disparaged his soft older brother as a violent teen when Damian saw each record of Jason skipping patrol to study and being gentle with victims and far more invested emotionally than Dick or Tim or even Father. Tim followed Father’s lead in disparaging Todd, calling him weak like Mother did Danyal, or ‘not enough’ when he knew Todd was more than enough.

Father was the failure between the two. Father chose being Batman over Todd’s justice.

Just as Mother chose Grandfather over Danyal’s memory.

Babs spoke of Todd as impulsive, immature and unready for the very mantel Grayson fathered out of his own desire to kill his parents’ murder.

If anyone was the violent, angry Robin, it was Grayson. Grayson may claim otherwise, but Damian is fully aware of his stint with Deathstroke and the times Dick killed someone only to revive them or leave them to fates worse than death. Of the times he fooled Gordon and poor Kori into both dating him. Of the times he interrogated his civilian girlfriends instead of comforting them.

If anyone was the soft, gentle Robin? The emotionally intelligent one, not the manipulative one? The one whose laughter inspired a feeling of safety rather than menace? That was all Todd.

And Todd is achingly similar to Danyal.

Too emotional, too kind, too caring. Someone soft and petty in the mundane ways rather than murderous. Someone who loves the varied fictions of the world. Danyal fell in love with languages and the stars. Todd adored the written word and theatre.

Damian wondered if things were different, if it was Danyal who survived, would Todd have taken him with him on his journey to become Red Hood and removed him from Mother’s care sooner?

He had a feeling Danyal would have met Todd and ignored Mother’s orders to leave her pet project be.

Damian didn’t think much when Brown, who he thought was safe, called Jason wreckless.

He loudly left the room with a glare at everyone but Todd. And when Grayson tried to talk to him Damian aimed where Tim often did.

Grayson crumpled.

“Damian!”

“Shut up Angry Robin!” Damian snapped. “You were the one seeking vengeance, not Todd. You sought to sow fear into heart! Not Todd—And you were the one who let them trample his death into this farce of superstitious tale!”

He missed the others creeping up.

“You lie about Todd the same way Mother does Danyal! Don’t say you care when you manipulate and lie just like her! Stop saying you and father are different when you act the same about your dead children!”

Damian stormed off, out of the Manor and kept going.

Todd found him at his own grave. A luxury Grandfather refused to allow Danyal after the Pitts took him.

Todd didn’t speak, but lifted his arm. Damian refused to acknowledge that he glued himself to Todd’s side or that he was close to tears.

“I am not apologizing.”

“Don’t have to.”

“Good.”

The silence should have been awkward.

“ ‘m not going back,” Damian grumbled into Todd side as time stretched on.

“Cool. You’re staying with me for now then.”

Damian nodded into Todd side, rage still threatening to boil over again.

“And thanks for sticking up for me and Danyal short stack.”

Damian huffed. “You are too cowardly to do so yourself, and Father and Grayson refuse to see beyond their own reasons to become vigilantes.”

“Yeah, yeah, our big strong hero,” Todd dismissed as he lead Damian to his motorcycle. “Want to make an altar or something at my place? Not the most familiar with League funerary rites and stuff.”

Damian nodded against Todd.

“Cool. And if the Bats try anything, we got Bat Repellant measures. And Harley and Ivy.”

Damian rubbed at his eyes as his vision blurred. “We may have to employ their aide.”

“Already got their okay to screw with the Bats if they get a mile within my territory for three months. Now, how about we go to that Ethiopian place we both like and work out what to do for Danyal?”

Damian nodded weakly against Todd. “Thank you.”

Todd shrugged. “It’s what big brothers are for.”

Damian distinctly noted Grayson failure to do the same for Todd and his memory. Perhaps Grayson only knew how to be a ‘brother’ in the same way Mother only knew how to shut her affections out of her heart on Grandfather’s command.

At least he could leave Danyal’s memory something truer to him now.

A smile crept into his mind’s eye.

“He liked stars and language. Learning about other cultures and subcultures even moreso. It made him the best at gathering information and stealth.”

In the Danny is Damian’s brother trope what if instead of Damian not telling the family about Danny wasn’t because of grief or shame or any of the more commonly used reasons for his silence. What if it was because he heard about how his father talked about Jason after his death, focusing and exaggerating the negative. That he was violent, angry, never listened to orders but in some iterations and popular fanon is that Jason was a cheerful and studious Robin.

What if while compiling info and researching the former robins during his tumultuous introduction he saw what kind of robin Jason was, good with kids and victims. Talking about his favorite books while on patrol and similar. Reminding Damian of his most Beloved brother.

Then he finds out about how Bruce talked about Jason after he died. Using him as an example as what not to do, erasing his good traits and just using him as a cautionary tale of what happens when you don’t follow orders. Just like what Ra’s said about Danny.

So he didn’t tell the family, not out of guilt or grief. But because his father stripped away Jason’s positive traits after death, the son he chose, adopted and loved. Who when he failed because he was a child led astray by his mother. What would he do to his brother, who loved the stars and excelled in stealth, who was quite in his kills but had no lust for killing.

Whether or not Bruce would do this to Danny’s memory doesn’t matter. B’s actions are gonna affect how Damian views his father even years after the initial actions. Because Damian will protect his brothers memory from being twisted even by their father.

[ghouljams]

Your fauxcest content is AHHHHMAZING and I love it so much. The idea of Price holding you open so the boys can patiently poke and prod at you, guiding them-- "Gently, that part is sensitive. See how Mum is getting nice and wet down there?..." ughhhh the mental image!! The amount of control over you. Chef's kiss.

Does the reader ever flip the script and discipline her boys, do you think?

It's hard to stand up to 4 men with both the means and inclination to keeping you under their thumb. You can hardly keep your head about you when they seem so keen on taking whatever they want from you whenever they want. You try though, threaten to have Price spank them when they won't take your threat of it seriously, and end up over your husband's lap yourself.

"Good mother should take her boy's punishment, don't you think?" He asks you, his fingers prodding at your cunt between spanks. "Your own fault for not raising 'em right."

You try discipling them other ways, claiming to Johnny and Ghost (who are never anything but rough with you, leaving you aching for days afterwards) won't fuck you until they learn to be as sweet as Kyle, and it only ends with you held open for special lessons in gentleness. Kyle murmuring that the other two are going to make mum leave if they're not careful with you, wringing orgasm after orgasm from your overworked cunt only to turn you over to the wolves for them to try the same thing.

Taking your concerns to your husband is a fruitless endeavor, "boys will be boys" and all that. You attempt to pit them against each other once and end up with two thick cocks stretching out your poor pussy, your sergeants grunting about snug fits and forgetting you entirely in each other's mouths. Ghost scares you too badly to try and punish, the fat cock between his legs too often used as your own punishment for acting out against father dearest.

No, you're sufficiently outnumbered, and finding that "mama's boy" doesn't mean they listen to anything but your whimpering and whining.

[littlecandyman]

MDNI 18+

The problem is, Satoru will not go home. And it's driving you crazy.

You beg and plead with Suguru to get him to convince Satoru to leave and he all but refuses, a smile playing on his lips. "Why would I? I get to hang out with my best friend and my girlfriend wants to fuck more often. It's a win-win for me. "

"I-" you start, not sure how to deny his claim because it was true. Your horniness levels had been through the roof with Satoru hanging around. It wasn't your fault! He just kept pushing your buttons just right.

For example: the first night he stayed over, you'd woken up to your pussy throbbing because of the bulge pressed against your ass. Before opening your eyes, you started wiggling back into it in hopes of catching a good morning fuck from Suguru only to be shocked that he was still fast asleep in front of you.

You nearly jump out of your skin as realization hits, rolling over to smack Satoru on the arm. "Why are you in our bed?" You hissed.

"Couch was uncomfortable," he grumbled. "Come back, you were so warm." He places a hand on your hip that you choose to ignore.

Too early and too tired for his shit, you snuggle into your pillows (and Suguru) making sure to put a little extra distance between your bodies before falling back asleep. You let him keep his hand on your hip, though.

Suguru wasn't stupid. He could feel the tension building up between you and Satoru and thought he'd see how it played out. You were sure he was even setting you up at times.

Like day 3 of Satoru's stay, when you stupidly thought maybe he'd actually gone home this time. You were so very wrong.

You stood at the kitchen sink doing the dishes when you heard the front door open and close. "I'm in the kitchen!" You yell out for Suguru, who should have been coming home from picking up the rest of the ingredients needed for dinner.

You feel him come up behind you, one hand wrapping around your waist, the other grabbing a handful of your ass. "You're feeling awfully handsy today," you giggle, shutting off the water, turning to face him, getting ready to wrap your arms around his neck. Your eyes meet icy blue instead of the vivid violet you'd been expecting.

"How could I resist?" Satoru responds, arms wrapping around your waist. "Your ass looks great in those shorts."

A blush heats your face and ears as he places a kiss on the corner of your mouth and then releases you. You lock eyes with Suguru, who is across the kitchen putting groceries away, smirking as you squirm.

"What the fuck is wrong with you two?" you ask him after dinner. He's got your wrists pinned above your head with one of his hands as the other snakes it's way down to toy with your clit.

"Don't act like you don't enjoy it," Suguru whispers in your ear, nipping at the lobe. "I mean look at you, fuck." You were a writhing, moaning, soaked mess. "Practically begging for my cock because he gets you so riled up." His mouth moved further down, lips wrapping around a nipple and sucking harshly.

He slips his fingers through your wet folds and brings them up to your lips, pushing them into your mouth, gagging you on them. "Now shut the fuck up before he hears what a slut you are."

He sleeps on the air mattress with Satoru that night, a good investment if you do say so yourself. It's kept Satoru from making anymore surprise appearances in your bed. You hear them laugh as you close the bedroom door behind Suguru and roll your eyes. It is a little ridiculous and petty to send him out like a child in trouble and you end up giggling with them, back pressed against the door.

Satoru stays a week before the dam breaks. It's been a week of incessant teasing, flirting and constantly soaked panties.

You were supposed to be changing into your pajamas for the night but the second your shirt comes off, Suguru is behind you, hands cupping your tits, running his hands down your torso. He kisses his way from your lips to your neck and as his hands are making their way into the waistband of your shorts, Satoru barges into your bedroom.

That's when the switch flips. "Satoru, please," you say, reaching out for him.

Dividers by @/enchanthings

[heideez]

man i just love the sea grunkles 😭😭🫶🫶

a few (many) frequently written elements that i love and wanna talk about bc i feel like yapping:

- ford’s health anxiety. when he worries about stan’s health to a ridiculous degree, or oscillates between “he can have whatever he wants his mind got erased!! he saved the world!!” and “oh my god he’s going to die this man is in such poor health i need to concoct 357 potions to regrow his teeth and fix his eyes and—”

- stan reintroducing ford to human food. yes king you throw those fucking nutrient pills overboard! especially love when ford rediscovers his love for sweet things. no way this man was not malnourished coming thru the portal.

- looking identical again. the previous two often play into this with stan being more active/eating better and losing weight, ford actually eating and gaining some, plus them being back together + in sync just makes them look more similar + honestly ten years younger.

- mutual guilt. both of them are haunted by their past mistakes, but constantly dismiss the other’s. they both blame themselves for their mess of a history and are constantly trying to reassure their twin. “it was my fault.” “no, it was My fault!”

-mutual anxiety over the other’s safety. especially after ford learns more about stan’s past. they are determined to die of simultaneous heart attacks and will not hear it any other way (they both secretly think they’ll die first but ford is blatantly wrong and in denial)

- them acting like kids again/behaving childishly. they both deserve this, plus they return to elements of their dynamic that existed the last time it was good, which would have been as teens.

-petty fights. both of these men are deeply flawed. let them argue over shit that does not matter and then instantly regret it because they’ve lost Too Much Time.

- both being inept with modern technology. bonus points if ford takes the phone like “ill handle this” and fails to handle it. extra bonus points if fiddleford navigates it easily.

- PLATONIC (!!!!!!!) physical touch/cuddles. bonus points if feral ford is involved here. but i just love it in general because i feel like that’s their love language in a way. wether it’s playful shoves/noogies or freaking out and needing to be close to each other after nightmares, across the board it’s one of my favorite things with them.

- stan demonstrating his accrued science knowledge but Choosing not to use the calculations side of it because he hates it and it reminds him of the portal work (unless ford asks very nicely or gives him the puppy dog eyes)

- stan being unable to say no to ford. not like literally unable but he’s Very easily guilted and again. the puppy dog/sad wet bird eyes. bonus points if stan uses similar tactics to get ford to do basic self care!

anyway expect some sea grunkles content from me soon because they live in my brain. and let me know if you have any more tropes you love with them, because i always want to hear people’s yap/thoughts on them and their dynamic.

(this is all 10000% and strictly platonic. do NOT tag as ship or i will instantly block you. hate that i have to say this.)

[queeryutb]

OH OKAY YOU DO WANNA HEAR FROM US COOL

so. ghasts as like, hot air balloons filled with water vapor. their thick skin is soft and squishy and filled with water. they retain neutral buoyancy by changing how much water is in their skin versus their air sack. this water also acts as backup "drinking" water, in case they need to go some time in a drier environment. their skin allows water in much easier that it allows them out. they also breathe through their air sacks, so they need a certain amount of air inside.

this also means the nether is actually rather humid in places - particularly around crimson and warped forests! the rest is very dry, though - especially the wastes.

the younglings are particularly vunerable to drying out, yes. ghasts absorb whatever water lingers in the air around them their whole lives and keep it inside with their thick skin. the babies haven't got their skin very thick yet, and are very small, so they can't keep large stores of excess water like adult ghasts can. the adults often have to share water with the babies, though i'm unsure how as of yet.

to make up for this, baby ghasts can go long periods without water in a sort of hibernation - every non-essential function, including conciousness, shuts down, and many of those that remain are greatly slowed. this lasts until they can absorb enough water to safely wake up and search for more.

ghasts drop "tears" as a way of letting out excess material they don't need or want in their body. they're a similar material to a clam's pearl, and they often fill a similar role. what a tear contains affects its usage in things like potions, as well as how it looks.

wild ghasts are hunted in the nether as a way of getting water. one (fully-grown) ghast can last a community months. their skin is eaten, rather than water being drank, so it doesn't evaporate or boil or just get unpleasently hot. it just tastes like water with a bit of a sourish tint, and has a texture comparable to a tougher, non-sticky marshmallow.

as pets, they're very high-matienence, but incredibly loving and loyal, similar to many working dog breeds. they were bred for transport of people and materials. i'd say in minecraft itself, non-happy ghasts are feral, but i can see any given story having them as wild, with happy ghasts as domesticated or tame.

they don't care much about petting either way - gentle strokes, that is. they don't like being scratched, it just irritates their skin. they much prefer hugs and you leaning up against them, mirroring how ghasts interact - they have their cries, and they push and brush against eachother, or even hold members of a pack partiallh in their arms. they have packs, by the way - they're very social creatures! though if not properly socialized, they become hostile to non-pack members like wild/feral ghasts.

much like cats, just existing near them without interacting is their way of hanging out! they're also very playful when not on-duty, and can get rather mischevious.

if you don't travel, you probably shouldn't own a ghast. they need LOTS of flying space and time. it can be between two primary locations, but they need to travel at least a couple miles; at least once a month, but it's preferable to be more often. smaller flights can supplement in-between monthly travels, but how well that works depends on the ghast.

ghasts do well with multiple owners, so if you can't take them out on flights, you do have options. two or three owners works best.

they're also very obedient while on-duty, if properly trained. if not, they can get rather chaotic and hard to handle. knowing wild/feral ghasts, i'm sure you can see why this is a problem. they don't often shoot fireballs unless provoked, though - that is purely an offensive move (including offence as defence).

OK but seriously ghasts are fucking wet!! What does this mean for minecraft?? Is it only dried up because it was a baby? Can adults withstand the heat but not babies? Were ghasts born in the overworld and brought over, or are mad ghasts just the babies who made it?

How much moisture is in the average nether ghast? The ghast tear may actually be water based, which means lore wise ghasts are the only source of water in the nether.

Its just a lot to think about, I don't have a theory or anything! I wanna hear any ideas you guys have

[rafesangelita]

…BBF!RAFE X KOOK!SWEETHEART!READER AU

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BBF!RAFE X KOOK!SWEETHEART!READER who started their secret romance after rafe overheard kook!sweetheart!reader gushing about him on the phone with her best friend, her words making him rethink everything he thought he once knew.. including his own feelings for her. for weeks after that, he drove himself to damn near insanity thinking about the ‘what if’ of things if he just let himself have her the way she wanted. he watched her from a distance, admiring the beauty he never fully appreciated out of respect for her older brother. suddenly they were sharing looks and ‘bumping’ into each other a lot more, rafe’s touch lingering a second too long for her to consider it him being lighthearted or friendly. all it took was one night for rafe to corner her and confess to her before they were sneaking around every chance they got.

BBF!RAFE X KOOK!SWEETHEART!READER who have mutually decided to keep their relationship under wraps since they’re both scared of hurting the one person that means a lot to them; her older brother. having to act like nothing is going on between them when they’re always around each other has been the hardest thing to do, especially when kook!sweetheart!reader’s brother is always trying to play matchmaker and set rafe up with other girls. naturally, she can’t help but leave the room whenever the topic comes up, feeling both frustrated and defeated because she knows she can’t say or do anything about it without her brother raising suspicions and finding out about them. thankfully, rafe shuts everything down just as fast as it comes up, never failing to reassure kook!sweetheart!reader once they’re in private.

BBF!RAFE X KOOK!SWEETHEART!READER who check into a fancy hotel on the mainland every weekend in order to be together without worrying about anyone seeing them. they take the term ‘weekend getaway’ too literal and end up ignoring everyone for two days straight, both of their phones blowing up with missed calls and unanswered messages while they stay up having marathon sex and ordering room service. “it kills me that we can’t do this everyday.” rafe is looking up at kook!sweetheart!reader as her hips move on top of him, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as she whimpered at the feeling of his length fill her up. “i know—” she hiccuped, “two days are not enough..” rafe lived in his own condo, but it was deemed useless to stay there since kook!sweetheart!reader’s older brother had his own key and could practically show up at anytime.

BBF!RAFE X KOOK!SWEETHEART!READER who have to act like they’re single in front of their friends, both of them stealing glances at each other when no one is looking. rafe keeps an eye on her if and when they happen to be at the same place, his fists clenching at his sides everytime she gets approached by someone. he does’t even realize he’s intently watching her as she turns each guy down until her brother nudges him in his side. “bro, will you relax? y/n isn’t a little girl anymore, she can handle her own.” rafe recounted the way they used to defend you from boys who only had one thing on their mind back in your teen years, both of them getting into a countless amount of fights all in your honor. while your brother was right, and rafe had no doubt in his mind that you didn’t need ‘saving’ anymore, he was territorial for a completely different reason now..

BBF!RAFE X KOOK!SWEETHEART!READER who often times feel guilty for going behind her brother’s back, both of them feeling conflicted once they’ve managed to sneak away. “i just feel like we’re digging our graves deeper the longer we wait to tell him..” rafe always gave you his full attention while you spoke to him, his fingertips running along your side as you two laid underneath your sheets together. “i don’t want to keep lying to him either.” as much as rafe loved your brother, he knew this was a form of betrayal he wasn’t sure he could ever come back from. to know that they’ve been lifelong friends and have been through everything together absolutely gutted him. how would he even react? despite all of this, rafe knew one thing to be certain; his love for you made any kind of outcome or consequence worth it.

[anqelically]

Hello! :) If you don't mind, I have a request! I would like Giyuu, Sanemi and Mitsuri with a weak partner. Weak as in a poor immune system and too injured to fight.

If your interested in a little extra story to it- maybe the reader was once a slayer but became so weak after fighting an incredibly strong demon!

THEM WITH A S/O IN POOR HEALTH

FEATURING. sanemi shinazugawa, giyuu tomioka & mitsuri kanroji

WARNINGS. gn!reader, comfort(??), hcs in drabble form, reader is weak from past injuries

NAVI | KNY MASTERLIST

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA became more gentle with you after your body weakened. before your current predicament, the two of you were rivals of sorts. you would always challenge each other, whether it was a training match or being the one to slay more demons in a week.

it was the latter situation when you sustained a fatal blow that, somehow, you miraculously survived. it took everything they had, but the girls of the butterfly estate had saved your life. however, when you woke up, you were told that you could no longer be a demon slayer. your body was no longer the same, so you had to be extremely careful and not risk any more injuries.

knowing that being a slayer was all you had going for you, you were devastated. everyone told you it would be okay, but you knew they were only saying that out of pity. the only one you didn’t hear such words from was sanemi. instead, he told you that your injuries would affect the rest of your life, but for as long as you needed, he’d be by your side. for the first time, you shed tears in front of him.

the dynamic between the two of you had switched since then. since you were no longer a demon slayer, neither of you bothered to challenge the other for fun. and instead of your usual banter, sanemi’s words were more carefully chosen, besides his occasional sarcastic remark. to accompany his kinder words, sanemi had also started to care for you during your recovery and all the times when you fell ill.

sanemi held your hand when your stomach pain was too much to handle and even cooked you meals, which he barely did for himself, when you had no other food to eat. this side of sanemi wasn’t just for anyone to see. aware of that, the two of you knew what it meant. you leaned on him, holding his hand for comfort, and he didn’t push you away. it was then that you knew that you’d have his hand to hold whenever you needed it, just like he had promised.

GIYUU TOMIOKA treats you as if you were more fragile than you actually are. although the two of you were once at the same level of strength, ever since you retired as a hashira, he had treated you with the utmost care. giyuu was always gentle with you, but his new way of things was on another level.

the reason for your retirement was also the same reason why giyuu treated you the way he did. after you sustained serious injuries in a fight with an upper moon demon, your body had not been the same. your frame had grown weak, and you could no longer fight like you used to.

you became ill often, and it happened so much that the head of the corps suggested your early retirement. knowing you could not fight in the state you were in, you had agreed with the master and retired early. through all of this, the one to stay by your side was giyuu.

his actions were always louder than words. when you were under the weather, he’d tend to you unless he was assigned a mission, and when that happened, he always made sure that someone else was there to support you. it often ended up being tanjiro, who conveniently happened to have nothing else to do during those times. he also no longer spoke of those missions unless you asked, aware that you liked being a demon slayer since it was a way to save those in need.

and although his care can sometimes be a tad much, you knew that every action came from the depths of giyuu’s heart, which also held the fear that maybe one day he’d lose you. he wasn’t the type to act overbearing, but the fact that he did so much to care for you meant that his actions were of good intent. giyuu tomioka loved you, and no matter what, he would do anything to look after you.

MITSURI KANROJI worries all too often, even if there is nothing to worry about. before the two of you even met, your body was growing weaker with every mission you went on. after a battle with a certain demon, you became so injured that your body still faced the repercussions of the fight after your recovery.

you met mitsuri when the two of you were assigned on a mission together. the mission was a near disaster when your stomach began to twist, and you were in so much pain that you struggled to move. fortunately, mitsuri was strong and was able to finish the mission herself. 

you quit the corps after your mission together while you were recovering in the butterfly estate. mitsuri, being as kind as she was, chose to visit you, even if the time you spent on the mission together was brief. one visit led to the second, the third, next, and so on. mitsuri learned of your physical state after all the time she spent with you and, not to your surprise, was often worried.

if she ever saw you holding a heavy bag of groceries, the hashira would whisk it out of your hands and carry it the rest of the way. mitsuri also made you the best sweet treats, with lots of fruit to balance the sugar out, and made sure to help you get exorcise. though, your workouts together were the most dreadful because of her endless energy, and you often had to remind her you couldn’t move half as well as she did.

all of mitsuri’s actions, frantic or not, brought a smile to your face. although you were still weak, your pain always felt alleviated whenever she was around. standing by her side, you knew that mitsuri was the remedy you’d forever be healed by.

NOTE. ee guess who finally did a request after forever (this was the first one I got after my recent post LOL). i didn't end up mentioning the fact that the readers issues after her injuries had to do with her immune system, but I still hope this is okay 😭 thank you for requesting as always !

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@aureatchi @soleelia @hauntingthissite @bloodmoon-bites @sanemistar

[acapelladitty]

if somebody hasn't already asked: may we please hear about your gotham rogues inferno placements? (sincerely, this sounds awesome)

Thank you! ❤️🥰 So i've been mulling it over in my head all day and here's what I have:

First Circle (Limbo) - Catwoman & Red Hood.

Placing both Selina and Jason in limbo is very representative of their duality in how they straddle the line between hero and villain. Both have a tendency to do the right thing where it counts but that shouldn't wipe out their other sins and the wrong they are willing to do to get ahead in their wants.

Second Circle (Lust) - Harley Quinn & Mad Hatter.

Both characters are driven by their desires. Harley is a victim of her own desires, her need for a strong figure to help shape and guide her actions and that has led her to her relationships with both Joker and Ivy and the carnage each have caused. Hatter is often guided by his delusional lust for an unobtainable ideal, his perfect Alice, and this goal has led to much of his evils.

Third Circle (Gluttony) - Penguin & Killer Croc.

Oswald is a man who values and enjoys the finer things in life. He has tasted hardship and he commits unspeakable acts to ensure that he never has to settle for the very best, be it his wine or his meals. Croc is being put here for his habit of human consumption. While it's not gluttony in the purest sense, I think it fits better than many of the other circles.

Fourth Circle (Greed) - Deadshot & Riddler.

Deadshot is an assassin for hire which makes his crimes a direct result of his greed and so this is most fitting for him. Riddler's greed comes more from his incessant desire to have everything which he feels is due to him. He craves attention, money, power, being the very best in what he does. His greed is relentless.

Fifth Circle (Anger) - Poison Ivy & Scarecrow.

Both Ivy and Crane are creatures fueled by rage. Ivy's rage towards mankind is unmistakable and leads her to cruelty towards her own people. Crane's hatred of mankind is more subtle but just as strong. He hates what the world has taken from him and punishes those who cross his path by forcing them to feel as miserable as he does.

Sixth Circle (Heresy) - Solomun Grundy & Mr Freeze.

The heresy of both men concerns their connections with death. Grundy is a walking zombie, an abomination which straddles the line of life and death with every step. Mr Freeze is a sadder figure but he also actively cheats death by forcing his wife to exist in a state of suspended animation and that's a mortal sin.

Seventh Circle (Violence) - Bane & Victor Zsasz.

Bane thrives in violence but possesses the mental capabilities to know exactly how to wield that violence to create the most devastation and pain to those he deems worthy of it. Zsasz is driven by his needs as a serial killer and he brings nothing to the world which houses him but pain and death.

Eighth Circle (Fraud) - Hugo Strange & Hush.

Hugo Strange is a fraud because he presents himself as a man with good intentions, one who wants to 'help' people but he is only interested in his own selfish gains. Hush is a more straight forward fraud because he claims the identity of another as his own with ill-intent and seeks to destroy it's original owner.

Ninth Circle (Treachery) - Two Face & Joker.

Harvey goes in treachery because his fate was to betray everything which he stood for as a man and as DA of Gotham and a betrayal of that magnitude cannot go unpunished. Joker, in a similar vein, is a traitor of all the good values of men and delights in making choices which cause the most suffering for the widest volume of people.

[backpackingspace]

Do yall think eurylochus feels like the third wheel friend?

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

In my heart literally every single one of the boys (minus Johnny bc he knows pony would NEVER snitch on him<3) have done they hey hit me back hey pony I'll let u hit me just don't tell Darry cmon DONT CRY ILL HOLD STILL N U CAN HIT ME BACK

[lamefish]

kento nanami is an anniversary man. nsfw

you think it's sweet, how he has the date of big events in his life on memory. when it's a loss, he'll take the day off to remember, with his head in your lap as he tells stories of whomever has passed. you listen intently, ask questions about them and watch as your husband recounts every good thing about a person.

he celebrates the good, too. almost excessively. the date you met is circled on the calendar, and kento will wake you up with breakfast in bed and a day of doting to show you just how important this anniversary is to him. you turned his world upside down in the best of ways, and what kind of man is he if not one to celebrate the light in his life?

of course, your wedding anniversary too. it's the one he goes all out for: more often than not you put a weekend aside to take a trip and spend some uninterrupted time together. you'll act as newlyweds again, because you still feel like newlyweds despite the passing years, and you'll be reminded over and over just how lucky you are to have found your soulmate in a man like kento nanami.

a man who is sentimental, and so very in love with you. and also celebrates the first time you had sex.

that first year, he had spent the day doting on you so profusely that you were convinced he was going to propose. he was pulling out all of the stops, taking you out fopr an expensive meal, dosing you with fine wines and so many kisses you could get drunk off the taste of him alone. he took you home, ran you a scented bath and took care of the house while you relaxed.

and of course the night ended in mind blowing sex—as your nights usually do. he had insisted on fucking you in missionary despite his recent penchant for taking you from behind and, once he has ripped two orgasms from you and was working on your third, he let it slip.

“we made love for the first time a year ago today,” he whispers against your lips, cock pulsing inside of you as he reaches deep inside of you. “just like this—looking into each others eyes, three orgasms from you, two from me. fell in love with you that night, do you know that honey?”

“you kept track of the day?” you cant finish your sentence without a moan breaking from your throat. “kento, you’re something else.”

“of course i did. it’s an important date, reaching such intimacies—feeling these beautiful velvet walls of yours for the first time… i’ll never forget it.”

you laugh, though it’s quickly swallowed by a kiss from your lover. he rocks his hips into you, feels every inch of his veiny cock disappear inside. he looks down to watch himself sink into you, though his gaze his brought back when you speak.

“three.”

kento blinks. “three what?”

“orgasms from you. you said you had two, but you came a third time right at the end—i milked you dry and you were so sex-drunk and exhausted but you insisted on making me food.” you reach down and grab his hand, the one that had been cupping at your chest, and hold it up for him to see the gentle scar that runs across his thumb. “you cut yourself slicing the bread because i fucked you mindless.”

it comes back to him in gentle flashes. you had, in fact, milked him of a third release. he had just been so out of his mind with nerves and pleasure that the memory had washed itself clean from his mind. he scolds himself mentally for ever daring to forget a detail about being intimate with you, but smiles.

“i remember,” he says. “you told me sex made you hungry so i wanted to incorporate it into your aftercare…”

“silly man,” you wrap your legs around his waist and lick your ankles behind him. with a gentle nudge, he’s forced that tiny bit deeper inside of you. “my silly man.”

kento moans—his eyes flutter shut and his lips catch between his teeth. he adores you—he really does. so much so that the sheer memory of his first time with you is quickly becoming too powerful of a memory to have.

and you, his beautiful other half, laid beneath him with lustful eyes and parted lips, smile up at him. “are we recreating our first time, ken? is that what this is?”

he nods, a little wordless as he tries to keep his mind straight.

“then i think you know what i’m going to do to you, my love.”

he smiles. “milk me for all i have. it’s all yours anyways.”

you lean up and kiss him. it’s slow, gentle, like your first kiss with him was. you taste him wholly on your lips and thank all the divine beings that may exist for putting such a man in your life’s trajectory. his cock twitches inside of you, he fills you out so perfectly.

still, you smile as you roll your hips up to meet his. “just let me handle the aftercare this time.”

[zevrra]

𝐢. 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬

synop: you and vik get caught “messing around” in the lab by jayce; who surprisingly wants to join in on the fun.

wc: 1.8k

includes: straight smut, p w/o p, fem!reader, jayce x reader x viktor, slight vöyeurism, oral (m receiving), slight dirty talk, threesome, bottom!viktor

extra: part 2 is here! reblogs are appreciated <3

“don’t worry,” you whisper, fingers twirling along a red tie before smoothing down the front of viktor’s vest. “i sent jayce out on an errand run and he won’t be back for a little bit. just enjoy this v.” you add with a hum.

viktor looks up through his pretty lashes at you. he leans back against his desk, practically sits on top of it to keep weight off of his leg, as you two stand inside of the lab. he had been working far too hard recently and the only way you could keep him distracted long enough not to think about anything involving his work was to pleasure him. it was the same way trying to get him to sleep every once and awhile, when he would sneak into your room. you had never suggested doing it in the lab though…and the thought thrilled you just as much as it thrilled him; even if he thought it was a terrible idea.

“w-we shouldn’t. not here in the lab and what if—” viktor mumbles but his words end in a soft gasp as your fingers begin to untuck his shirt from his pants.

“viktor,” you chirp as you fall to your knees in front of him, unbuttoning the front of his pants and pulling them down ever so slightly. “you need to take a break. be a good boy and just relax.”

your fingers are just grabbing the hem of his underwear when the door to the lab is being thrown open and jayce’s large figure enters the room. “hey, i was looking for this thing you asked for but i—“ jayce had begun to speak, his eyes pointed down as he entered the room, before he finally looked up and caught the two of his friends in the act.

you freeze in your spot, eyes widening as you stare at jayce from the floor. a scarlet red blush is spreading across your face, you can feel the heat on your cheeks in an instant and you’re sure you match not only jayce’s shocked face but viktor’s as well; and you can’t even bring yourself to look up at him. you probably stay like that for a little longer than you should’ve until jayce clears his throat and you and viktor alike scramble from each other.

“we!” you start as you stand up straight and as quick as you possibly can. “wait it’s not what it looks like! we were uh just uhm—“ you ramble before looking at viktor to help dig both of you out of this hole. but he’s busied himself with trying to zip his pants back up, making it far more obvious if it hadn’t been already. you sigh, turning your face off to the side to stare at a small spot on the floor, unable to look jayce in the eye.

“do…you do this often?” jayce’s voice cuts through the built up silence in the room like a knife.

you shake your head quickly but viktor speaks up for you instead. “never in the lab.” he mutters.

“it’s unprofessional, we get it, let’s just drop it and forget this—“ you begin to add but the sound of the door closing with a lock interrupts your rambling. when you finally bring your gaze to jayce, his eyes are soft but clear in their intentions. and it was his turn to no longer be able to look at the two of you.

“can i…watch?” he whispers under his breath.

and with three little words, everything changes between all three of you.

now, jayce leans against the lab’s desk as viktor leans back against his chest. jay’s strong hands fully support viktor as you’ve returned to your spot in front of him. you had never in your life thought jayce might have been interested in whatever you and viktor had going on. maybe you just assumed he already had a lover and never brought it up again. but now his hazel eyes stare down at you, just as viktor’s amber eyes also watch you, both with a hunger to their eye. it almost made you nervous, being watched, but your fingers once again hook around viktor’s underwear and pull down, ignoring the jitters that hum under your skin.

your hand wraps around vik’s semi hard cock and you give it a soft tug, rubbing right up the shaft until the tip. there was a new feeling in the air around all 3 of you. breaths being held, eyes watching ever so closely, the slight tremble to your hand. it had been different when it was just the two of you enjoying midnight meetings but now with jayce there too…it felt far more scandalous and naughty.

“tell me what it feels like.” jayce whispers, purposely placing his chin into the crook of viktor’s neck, as his hands slowly run up along vik’s chest.

your own hand continues to move against viktor’s shaft, stroking him slowly up and down, moving to press your lips against his head.

“mmph, her fingers are a little cold,” viktor replies with a low groan. his chest rising and falling in quicker succession as he begins to get turned on. “but it feels good.” he adds. and his honesty makes you smile a little.

you move your hand faster in return to his praise. trailing your fingers along his head, pressing your thumb into the slit of his cöck, where he’s growing sensitive and causing him to gasp softly. you take the moment to lean forward and capture the head of his cock inside of your mouth. drinking in the sight of viktor’s eyes fluttering, his fingers tightening onto whatever he can grasp, as your mouth wraps around him.

“keep going viktor.” jayce instructs as you watch him place hot, heavy kisses against vik’s throat. one of his hands groping his thin chest and waist.

“w-warm! it’s so warm and wet,” vik breaks. he’s fully hard now as you suck on his head, making him whimper at the feeling. “feels—ah—really good.” he adds with a groan as his eyes return to watching you.

you can feel his thighs tighten as you swallow more of his cöck, continuing to use your hand to stroke up to your lips. you watch every expression that crosses viktor’s face along with jayce’s fingers that slowly begin to take off his vest. strips him of his vest and then works on unbuttoning his brown shirt underneath.

jayce keeps laying hot kisses along the back of his neck and on his throat, slumped over and threatening to swallow all of viktor’s thin frame.

the sight makes you somewhat giddy and excited to see what jayce does. but it never distracts you from making viktor feel good as well. sucking a little harder, spit bubbling up at the sides of your lips as you sink further down onto his lengthy shaft. your eyes are almost falling close to help you focus as you swallow more and more of him, but jayce’s voice catches your attention once again.

“she looks so pretty like that, doesn’t she, vik? makin’ you feel so good.” he whispers against just as pretty, pale skin. his words cause vik to stutter, hips lifting up and forcing you to swallow the rest of him. and you do so with ease.

you truly wouldn’t have guessed jayce was so good at dirty talk but you welcomed any surprises at this point. viktor simply whines in response, head hanging low, gaze still on you as you continue your routine of sucking him off.

jayce stands to his full height then, hanging over viktor just enough so he could turn his face and capture his lips. viktor’s eyes widen in response but he does nothing to stop jayce; no, instead he’s melting into the kiss. you watch with eager curiosity as their tongues clash together, jayce easily winning in the battle of dominance, as one big hand of his moves up to gently caress viktor’s throat.

fuck, was it hot watching them. you can feel your pussy throbbing at the sight just as you can feel yourself growing wet against your panties. you squeeze your thighs together, slipping a hand down below to press your fingers into your core. the best you can through the pants you wear for the moment but the pressure is enough to make you groan. you move your lips faster along viktor’s shaft, sucking harsher and sloppier to bring him closer to his end.

the change of pace and jayce’s tongue surely has viktor coming undone quicker than usual. for he breaks the kiss with a harsh whine. “i’m close!” vik gasps, tossing his head back onto jayce’s shoulder.

jayce presses a quick kiss against his jaw before his hazel eyes return to watch you suck viktor off. his eyes are hazy and full of lust as he fixes his intense stare on what you do; which makes you shiver with newfound pleasure under his sight. his strong gaze makes you press your fingers into your pussy once again, seeking any form of satisfaction you could get for the moment.

“look viktor,” jayce instructs as his hand smooths over viktor’s lower abdomen. “she’s touching herself.”

viktor’s breath hitches in his throat but he moves his own lust filled gaze down to stare at you. with both of them returning to stare at you, you palm yourself harder through your pants. moving your hips in sync to every bob of your head, needy and desperate as things evolve, all the while you moan around vik’s cock.

it’s all too much for viktor as his hips lift and he thrusts wildly into your mouth. “going to—!” he cries softly, body tightening, throwing his full weight back against jayce.

but jayce is quicker. one hand grabs your hair and pulls you off of vik’s twitching cock before he takes his hand and wraps it around where your mouth had just left. “stick out your tongue. i wanna see the mess he makes all over your face.” he grunts, pumping his fist quickly along vik’s entire shaft. his hand is much bigger than yours and it wraps entirely around viktor with ease, and it makes vik lose all control he might’ve pretended to have.

but you do as your told and swiftly stick your tongue out to catch whatever you can. all it takes is viktor staring at your tongue and jayce’s hand jerking him off to finish his orgasm. viktor forces himself to watch as he comes, fingers grasping and gripping onto anything he can that’s near him as he tumbles over the edge with a sharp cry.

your name, along with jayce’s name, leaves viktor’s lips in a pathetic whimper as he comes. can feel the sticky substance coat your tongue, cheek, and chin with each rope jayce rubs out of him. all the while viktor and jayce watch as he makes a mess across your lips and face, never once looking anywhere else.

not until vik is completely spent, limp against jayce who holds him up effortlessly. the only noise now in the room is the shared panting between all three of you. you lick your lips, trying to clean yourself up just a little, before it was your turn to break the silence.

“let’s keep going.”

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

Home Bliss | The Salesman x Wife!Reader |

Summary: He may be a psychopath but he pouts when his wife does not respond his messages.

Warnings: S2 Spoilers - Suggestive - Soft moments - S1 Salesman personality with S2 personality - Obsessive!Salesman - Soft!Salesman

He liked to follow a routine, wake up besides you, your soft snores filling the room and your sweet natural aroma.

Take a moment to aprecciate your features, face, body, see the marks he had left behind after a rough night of sex.

If some were fading away then he would take a mental note to give you some new ones later.

Then he would move, letting you sleep some more, sometimes he would nudge you so you two would shower together, an activity he enjoyed a lot.

Washing your body, feeling the soap against your skin, water falling between your breasts and down your collarbone.

Did it lead to him being late becuase he could not control himself under the image that resembled a goddess? Yes.

But he never cared, he made it up by getting the double amount of names crossed from his list.

Preparing his briefcase for work was a private act, the password for the safe know only by him, even if the content itself was not grotesque, he prefer for you to know very little about what he did for work.

After it he would have breakfast with you. A black coffee with no sugar and a red appel, you would often make some bread for him, another thing he loved. Home coked food. He would teast the love you poured when making it. And would leave the house feeling full and loved.

Oh, and with a kiss. He could never leave the house without getting a kiss from you.  A sweet long kiss, soft lips and cold hands caressing his face and hair.

And that look, a look that made him feel less of a monster and more human, a look only someone deep in love could give.

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The Salesman had just ended another day at work and at the park where he would entertain himself by offering bread or fair tickets. Most would choose the second and find out they had lose.

After it he would go to a near bakery and buy some sweet desserts for you, he knew how much of a sweet tooth you had.

He pulled out his phone while he waited for his order, pouting when he saw no new messages from you.

What was his little wife doing?

Were you mad? He did not notice something different in the morning. You acted as you usually did, doting him like he was a starved man for affection.

For your affection? Maybe he was. But only yours.

Was about last night? He knew he was quiet rough, harder than most nights. He could not help himself when he saw you in one of his old shirts, showing your precious legs to him and your half closed eyes.

You looked cute and hot after a nap, he always told you to not wait him awake if he told you he was going to be late. But you were admant about it and wanted to see him before sleeping.

So, instead of going straight to sleep he had took you to his special room, where he showed you just how aroused he was, how much he liked pushing your limits. Making you scream his name and cry. Licking your tears and edging you over and over. Pain and pleasure blurring the line, as he spanked you, making you count and thank him for them.

Oh, your red ass looked so cute with his printed hand on it, he could cum in his pants by it.

Of course he also made you ride himself while he kept a strong hold on your neck, giving you different pressure, cuting out the air that went to your lungs and then letting you breath. He loved to see your eyes roll back, when he would hit that special spot inside you with the sensation of lost air.

Your life was in his hands and you gave him all the control over it.

Even if you were too tired this morning and with more marks than usual...he knew you had liked it.

So no, that could not be the reason.

"Order six!!"

Well, he would have to return home and see for himself what was happening.

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Back at home the kitchen was a mess. You had decided to prepare your husband a well deserved dinner (even if walking did hurt like hell). In order to focus your phone was long forgot in your bedroom, were it rested with messages from him.

Not like you could know, too focus in the task at hand, the rice rested in a near plate, the meat being made at medium just like he liked it.

A small salad was also ready and waiting, you even went out to get a nice wine for both. Friday nights were the best nights to get drunk together.

It was all ready, you made your way to the dinning room, serving the plates in a fancy way, two glasses full of red wine.

You checked the hour and nodded to yourself, he would be home soon. You still needed to change.

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The Salesman opened up the door of his home, he frowned when he noticed the lights were off.

Slowly he moved towards the dinning room, were a flick of light was coming from. He started to get worried, did someone break in and hurt you? Just the idea sent rage into his body.

His lips formed a thin line, eyes now sharp and calculated as he walked in.

As he circle the corned his worried flew away, there you were, drinking a glass of wine, wearing his favorite clothes just for him and with the smell of home made dinner that made his heart beat fast and his body relax.

"Love, I kept texting you all day" He greeted going to hug you and kiss your head. "Why did you not respond?"

He gave you a pout, his eyes sad, he was a lot of things and one of them was being a softie for you, his dear wife.

"I was making you dinner, left my phone away so I would not get distracted"

He nodded but still looked over you with worry.

"One, one text its all I need to keep going" He said in a soft whisper "Dont ignore me again"

You had to bite down your smile, for someone who could get freaky and even sadistic in bed, he also had his lovable side, a bit possesive and obsessive but still lovable and yours.

"It wont happen again, now why dont you get out from these clothes and join me for dinner? I did your favorite"

His mouth watered at the sight, he was indeed hungry, and seeing the food was making him even more.

"Of course my love, and later I will show you how grateful im for it" He smirked kissing your temple.

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[strawbebyjam]

nvm again friends i’m overthinking again. but good

[r4di0h3ad]

just practice part 2

part 1!

pairings! bsf!jj x reader

in which! you cant stop thinking about the night you lost your virginity to jj…. even though you have a boyfriend

warnings! 18+ smut. cheating. fingering. oral sex (m. recieving) pnv sex. unprotected sex. not proof read.

it had been two months since you lost your virginity to jj and almost a month and a half since you started officially dating your new boyfriend.

he was nice. he took you out to eat once a week, he bought you small gifts, he complimented you and you never argued. but the sex was just…bad. it was always over way too quickly and he never payed any attention to your body or what you wanted. you figured he was just one of those boys who was too scared to go down on a girl, which was fine, but it probably wouldn’t suit you in the long run.

you hadn’t been hanging around your friends very often, usually turning them down to go out with your boyfriend and jj was getting increasingly frustrated with this.

but every time you were around your friends, jj in particular, you couldn’t even look him in the eye. when you talked to him, all you thought about was the way he called you baby when he came on your stomach and the way he made you cum on his face. you felt so completely guilty for these thoughts, but nothing would stop them. you figured the best plan of action was to avoid him. not entirely, but just try not to be around him alone.

but, you did end up alone with jj by mistake one afternoon.

you had just finished surfing with kie as the swell had come in that day. you both planned to stay at the beach a little longer, but you were hungry and didn’t have any food. kie decided to go pick up something from the heyward’s shop and you went back to the chateau to grab a six pack, only to find jj working on his bike, his shirt off and his shorts dirty, probably from engine oil.

you didn’t say anything as you walked up the steps to the porch, but jj noticed you and called out.

“hey, y/n!” he yelled, wiping his hands off on a towel and throwing it on his bike. “thought you were gonna stay at the shore until later?”

you were in your damp bikini top and bottoms and a pair of sandals. you turned around at the sound of his voice and met his gaze.

“yeah..” you said. awkwardly. “i am, i was just grabbing some beers.” you turn back around, pulling open the screen door and stepping inside. once you’re in the kitchen with the refrigerator door cracked, you hear jj come into the château after you.

“what’s going on with you?” he asks, standing in the living room. you shut the refrigerator and look over at him with furrowed brows.

“what do you mean?” you question, although you knew exactly what he meant. you didn’t expect the confrontation to happen now of all times.

“don’t act like you don’t know.” he crosses his arms over his chest. “you’ve been weird around me ever since we..”

you didn’t want to hear him say it.

“jj, i’ve just been hanging around my boyfriend a lot,” you try to defend yourself, hoping he’ll stop questioning you. “i’m sorry i haven’t been talking to you. ‘been busy.”

he nods, biting his lip and looking down at the floor.

“do you regret it?” he asks, looking back up at you.

“what?” you shake your head. “no, i just-“

“you promised you wouldn’t make things weird between us and now you barely even talk to me.” jj said. “you sure i didn’t do something wrong?”

“no jj!” your voice raised slightly. “i-“ you cut yourself off, not knowing what to say. “it’s just that every time i try and talk to you, i think about what we did.” you blurt out, almost making it sound like you both murdered someone and hid the body. you made it sound like a crime, and it pogue rules, it technically was. “i thought that avoiding you was gonna take my mind off it until i got over it.”

he walks closer to the kitchen, tossing his hat somewhere on the counter.

“so you do regret it?” he questions, leaning against the counter and looking straight at you.

you shake your head no.

“i don’t, but it’s kind of wrong of me to think about you while my boyfriend’s fucking me.”

you realized what you said after it had already left your mouth and your eyes widened.

“what’d you say?” he asks, cocking his head a little at your admission, a barely visible smile playing on his lips.

“uh-“

you quickly turn around to open the fridge again, looking for some beers to take and get the hell up out of there.

“no, say it again.” jj pulls your arm, twisting you back around to face him so that your bodies were dangerously close together. your face flushed with embarrassment and your heart was thumping out of your chest.

“jj,” you say, shrugging off his touch. “i really gotta go back to the shore.” you say, but you weren’t moving. jj knew that wasn’t what you really wanted.

“i’m not stopping you.” he pulled back from you and leaned against the counter once again, showing that you had free will to leave, but you still didn’t budge. your feet were glued in place.

you wanted to kiss him so bad and get that ridiculous smile off his lips, but the thought of your boyfriend who did little to please you was the only thing that was keeping you from doing it. you bit the inside of your cheek, nervously. the tension between you two was going to make your head explode.

“he doesn’t fuck you like i do, does he?”

his words were your final straw.

you grabbed both sides of his face and instantly connected you lips with his. he kissed you back without a second thought, wrapping his arms around your waist. he backed you into the refrigerator as his lips moved perfectly with yours.

his fingers trailed down your hips and to your clothed core. he pulled away from the kiss to look at you, silently asking for permission for him to touch you, and you gave it.

still having you against the refrigerator’s surface, he skillfully moved your bikini bottoms to the side as two of his fingers sunk into your entrance. you were embarrassingly soaked already. you fight back a moan as he pulled out of you, just to slide right back in, hitting the spot he knew you needed.

“all this and i’ve barely even touched you?” he mocked, taking his fingers out of you and bringing them to his mouth. he looked you in the eyes as he sucked your slickness from his fingers. your lips were parted as you watched, desperately needing his hands on you again.

he then picked you up, his hands hooked under your thighs. you giggled as he carried you to the bedroom, kicking the door closed.

he gently placed you on the bed and reconnected his lips with yours, his tongue swiping yours. you reached to work on his belt, swiftly undoing it and pulling it off while never breaking the kiss. you slid his shorts down, his boxers barely hiding his desperation for you.

you palm him through the fabric, eliciting a groan from him against your lips that you needed to hear more of.

you sunk to your knees in front of him, yanking his boxers down and allowing his painfully hard cock to spring free. you took him in your hand, pumping a few times before your tongue poked through your lips to lick a long stripe from the base of his shaft to the tip.

he gently grabbed your hair, trying to pull you away, but you licked him again, which loosened his grip.

“you don’t have to-“ his eyes rolled back as you finally took him all in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks as you sucked his cock. your hands were placed on his knees. the moan you heard from him encouraged you to keep going, although his tip was hitting the back of your throat and you were trying hard not to gag. “fuck- baby, you don’t have to do this.”

you pull him from your mouth, a string of spit connecting your lips with his tip.

“i want to.” you say before taking him in your mouth again. he tries to keep his eyes locked with yours, but his head falls back in pleasure, his fingers lacing into your hair.

you only knew how to do this because your boyfriend showed you. you had to keep your eyes closed the whole time so you could pretend it was jj.

his breathing was getting heavier with each rise and fall of his chest as soft moans and strings of curses fell from his lips. he couldn’t help but thrust his hips forward, forcing his cock farther into your mouth. there were tears brimming your eyes as you tried to focus on pleasuring him.

“fuck- m’not gonna last much longer like this.” he said.

you kept going, desperately wanting to bring him over the edge, but he pulled your hair back, taking you off of him.

“gotta stop you, princess.” he grabbed your hands and helped you up from your knees. you sat on the bed, pouting. he stood over you, brushing your hair out of your face and noticing your change of attitude. “didn’t wanna cum like that.”

as much as you wished you could make him cum by sucking him off, you couldn’t complain now that he was giving you attention.

his hands guided themselves to your waist, where he then told you to turn around so you were now on your hands and knees, your ass facing him. he was still standing as he held your hips from the edge of the bed. you felt his tip at your entrance.

“this okay?” he asked.

you give him a yes, and then you feel him slowly enter you. it felt so much different than when he had been on top of you before. there was a slight pain due to how much deeper he could push into you from this angle, but the pain melted into pleasure within seconds.

he pulled out just to drive himself back into you. his pace was slow until you adjusted to the position, and then he steadily began going faster. his fingers dug into the sides of your ass, pulling you into him with every thrust.

as he went harder, you gripped the sheets and stuffed your face into the mattress under you, trying to keep yourself quiet, but you couldn’t stop the moans that escaped your lips.

“fuck-“ jj cursed under his breath, his grip on you getting even harder. “feel so good, can’t get enough of this pussy”

his words brought you closer and his pace increased. you could feel him getting tenser, his thrusts getting sloppier.

“could have you like this every day if i could- shit.”

you were almost over the edge, the knot in your stomach threatening to undo.

“fuck- m’gonna cum princess” he moaned.

his last thrusts were deep and slow and they led you into perfect ecstasy. you came undone around his cock, moaning into the sheets right in time for him to pull out and finish on your back- your name leaving his mouth with curses and moans.

your body was limp when he cleaned your back with a towel, still in a haze from your orgasm.

“you okay?” he asked, running a hand down the middle of your back, feeling the ridges of your spine.

you nodded and sat up, grabbing your bikini from the floor and slipping it back on.

“kie is gonna kill me.” you say, slipping your sandals on your feet. “she’s not gonna believe any excuse i try to give her.”

“i’ll drive you down there.” jj offered. “i mean- are your legs alright to walk all the way to the shore or-“

you threw his shirt at his face and scoffed at him.

you had agreed to let him drive you to the beach while you fixed your hair in the visor mirror, trying to make yourself look presentable. although the whole way there you could only think about the words he said while he fucked you. you had no idea if he meant it or if it was just a thing he said in the moment. and this definitely wasn’t going to help save your thoughts about your boyfriend.

a/n: don’t know if i will write a part 3 to this, but requests are open for any jj or rafe fic!

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