#PLEASE GET HIM OUT OF MY HEADDD

[mrpuzzle]

This legit happened when I came up with this fellow:

[sincerelyzee]

boyfriend!sylus x reader | a little suggestive at the end |

boyfriend!sylus who can’t keep his hands off you, no matter how hard he tries — or claims to. “i thought you despise pda?” he grunts at the reminder of his earlier stupidity. “it’s not pda. the fabric of your clothes feels nice.”

boyfriend!sylus gets on your nerves, just to get a reaction out of you. “all these people, and yet nobody would notice if we slipped away..” his voice lowers to a slight growl when he dips into your ear and holds you against him. your eyes dart around the room and you turn your head away from him, gently hitting his thigh. “stop it.” a pleased smirk plays on his lips at your reaction before he straightens his back.

boyfriend!sylus who pretends to be oblivious when you glance at him twice and circle around an expensive bag, hoping he catches the hint and buys it for you. “such a cute bag, don’t you think sy?” you walk to him, wrapping your arms around his and press your breasts to his bicep; really turning up the charm. he can’t help but chuckle at your useless attempts as he reaches for the bag and walks to the register with you.

boyfriend!sylus who sits languidly on the sofa in nothing but his robe, fresh from the shower. his head lifts from the book in his hand and he looks around in confusion at the sudden pop music that fills the room, his brow quirks up when his doors suddenly fly open and you walk in wearing the new clothing he bought for you earlier in the day. he closes the book and leans back, watching you prance over infront of him and give a twirl. “what do you think?” you smile at him, awaiting endless praise and applause, “could do without the music, don’t you agree?” your face quickly turns to one of annoyance and you turn on your heels, storming back out with determination to shut him smart-mouth up.

boyfriend!sylus who’s head lifts once again when music from an unknown source starts up again and in you walk, slower this time. his head turns to look at you, and he swallows hard at the sight. you’re in a deep red lace set and a short black silk robe is wrapped loosely around your body. when you finally make it before him and the two of you stare into each other’s eyes, neither speaking up, until boyfriend!sylus breaks eye contact so he can roam your body using his eyes. you watch as his tongue slides along his bottom lip while he’s focused on your body and the fabrics adorning you.

boyfriend!sylus who looks ready to kill when mephisto flies through an open window and caws as he arrives, letting you both know that he’s present.

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i can’t get him out my headdd!! i need him soooo bbaadddddd!

[sugar-omi]

I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT COVE PUTTING MC IN A HEADLOCK HELP ITS A DISEASE I NEED BUFF COVE TO PUT ME IN A HEADLOCK NOWW GET IT OUT OF MY HEADDD

NO BECAUSE YOURE ONTO SOMETHING N ITS REALLY SPREADING BC IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT TOO BUT LIKE. MOSTLY IN THE NASTY SENSE

i've been thinking about cove fucking you with you in a headlock... you're pressed against his chest, his thick, veiny arm wrapped around your neck and his cock deep inside you, bullying your insides..

and we already know cove isn't good with words. so imagine he's just fucking you so hard, trying to convey all his feelings with his body. his other arm wrapped around your waist, keeping your hips down so he can keep hitting that poor abused sweet spot with his fat tip

jfc i just want him to be a big bully in the bed, please

but also imagine just rough housing with cove.

he puts you in that headlock, he's not squeezing or anything and you can easily slip free, but it clicks something in you

and his thick, strong thighs wrapped around your waist.. his hips grinding into your back and he doesn't even realize how you're spiraling a bit as you're rough housing, wayyy to into cove being rough n manhandling you a bit

[ipegchangbin]

hiii, i’ve never really sent ask before so i don’t know how like rules are for your ask if that makes sense? i’ve read your rules of course!! but i mean pertaining to how long an ask can be and if it’s okay to send like a little fic thing :))

BECAUSE OMGGGG‼️‼️ i love ur writing SO MUCH??! and so i read your boypussy writings recently and now i’m down a rabbit hole of fics with this concept and while down this rabbit hole i’ve found many great fics with different idols BUT you know how there’s not many sub!svt fics (or maybe i just can NEVER find them) and with there being so little sub!svt fics that happens even more on mingyus side because ppl only see him as this strong dom because he’s so big. so i’m here to say that’s true i love how big mingyu is and how he’s so smug in it but also how utterly bashful he gets when praised on it very directly! so i can’t get the thought of boypussy mingyu OUT OF MY HEADDD‼️‼️ and i’ve written this little thing that i’d love to send in an ask cause i need to share it with someone 💔 so i was wondering if that’s okay? and it’s totally okay if you’re not comfortable with that! <333

i think now is the MOST appropriate time to indulge because…hooouugghhh…….i just have the best and filthiest and most delulu thoughts about mingyu its insane

he gives off the vibe of a guy who doesnt know how to use his big dumb cock. that even if he has the charm and swagger of a huge and intimidating man, in reality, he cant even handle simple praise without bucking his knees (and wishing to kneel before you).

but also what if he has a FAT CLIT that he doesnt know how to use!! a very juicy pussy that creams and gets sensitive easily when you play with it!! and he ends up getting so small when you fuck into it because he cant believe how good it feels to be used like a good big boy ☹️☹️

PLEASE IM INVITING YOU NOW TO PLEASE COME IN MY INBOX AND SCREAM ABOUT BOYPUSSY GYU IM SO FAWKING READY

and thank you for the compliments on my writing i will grant you good days and blessings all around for these kind words im honestly very shy about it but we ball ><

[stunie]

❤︎ <- (dw its safe link to ur answered ask from me hehe) ZEVIE HI HOW ARE U ?? IVE BEEN WELL SO I HOPE U ARE TOO :3 drink lots of waterrr

n yes i did go to the pokemon centre ! ! it was last year on vacation n it was sm fun but wow it was crowded . . . and piplup has always been my favie pokemon (mostly cuz i love penguins sm theyre one of my favie animals too :3)

and omf that shoyo n piplup interaction is tew cuteee 😭😭 i saw this one hq x pokemon au where shoyo had torchic and js AUGEHHRUW ADORBS ! ! ! now i cant get those interactions out of my headdd

idk if youve answered this before but what pokemons do you n mr umemiya have in a pokemon au 👀🎤 i wonder if ur two pokemons would get along as well as you two hehe i hope so!

and yeah i love the softness of ur theme too + the new colour scheme it reminds me of a cute lil trendy coffee shop w those chalkboard signage ^_^

HIHIII cherie aaaa im happy to hear you’ve been well !!! taking super good care of yourself and all i hope ^ ^ i’ve been well too!!! it was my first day back on campus :>

U LOVE PENGUINNNNSS PLEASE THAT IS SO CUTE. everyone and everything u like is so cute. hinata .. penguins .. both are cute. HIM AND TORCHIC EEHJNJN THAT IS SO ADORABLE PLEASE ????

A POKEMON AU QUESTION !!! i am holding this very closely to my heart because i love mr umemiya & i love pokemon (and you cherie!!) OKAY LET ME THINK. i’d have my reuniclus !! but i want chikorita as my starter > < and i’d love if me and ume met because our starters ran off at a lil event and bumped into each other first. my chikorita accidentally ran into umemiya’s treecko > < but they both hit it off and eventually located me and ume again !! one by one. and since they became friends omg,, it’s only natural that me and ume stayed in contact right ?! :O

[peachsayshi]

Satoru Gojo who blinks away the seconds the first time you say those three special words, whose blue eyes sparkle from welling up while his heart squeezes inside his chest; he already claimed his love for you countless times before but figured you would never say it in return; whose supermassive brain nearly convinces himself that this was all a dream until you kiss him back to reality.

Satoru Gojo actually being the clingy/needy partner when in a relationship because he’s never actually had someone love him so unconditionally, and now that he has experienced it he’s terrified that it’ll slip right out of his fingers 🥺🤧

[bakubabes-tatakae]

unffff if thirst hours are still open - ive been having sasuke brainrot recently and i can't get dry-humping him out of my headdd, imagine riding his thigh and him holding you in place the whole time hnjskksh

Mmmmmh, this is just delicious. Don't think you're getting away with this man not taunting you the entire time that you're riding that strong thigh. And I'm just gonna throw this tag in here real quick for my fellow Sasuke simp. 😏 @sunflowersenshi for you to wake up to. 😌

As you stepped close to him his hands grabbed your hips, surprising you a little as you tried to keep your cool. Your legs straddled him as you fell into his lap, the smirk that looked back at you almost made your head spin. "I have an idea, doll."

You felt his hands pull you toward him, your core rubbing against his lap as he chuckled at your sudden face of euphoria. You got nothing but a whine out as he spoke again. "Put yourself on my leg," he tapped your right leg gently. "Bring this one over." You obeyed him, straddling his muscular thigh, years of shinobi work keeping him toned. "Now for the fun part, needy little girl."

He pulled you forward, the thin fabric of your leggings barely there as the heat in your stomach filled you. God, he knew just what to do every time, it was a blessing and a curse. You could feel his fingers digging into your sides more as he quickened his pace, pulling you over his leg just a little bit faster. He couldn't get over just how much he loved to see you riding his thigh.

The coil in your abdomen began to tighten as your clit hit a particularly toned part of his leg perfectly. You could barely make out words as you began to move your own body in tune with his.

That's where you realized that Sasuke drew the line. "Uh, uh," He held you in place despite your attempts to fight him, taking away all the pleasure that had just been coursing through you. "You're not the one in charge here darling, just let daddy handle it for you."

His hands now wrapped farther around your body, reaching behind your back as you pleaded with him to give you back the bliss that you had just lost. "Sas-Sasuke, p-please, I need you."

"Only because you begged me so nicely, like my little angel with horns," His hands pulled you forward again, his leg slowly moving along with it. Just the slight movements had you soaking through your leggings again. Sasuke could feel the material of his pants beginning to dampen as he watched your face contort before him. "What's this, doll? Something as simple as my leg can drive you this crazy?" He slowed his pace and leaned forward. "Tch, you really are my needy little slut, aren't you?"

The coil in your abdomen snapped as he egged you on, the sound of his taunting making you reach the peak that you had been searching for. "F-fuck, Sasuke."

Thirst Hours Are 24/7 😈

[javier-pena]

Astrid hello!! I've heard tell that you want people to talk to you about Javi G and uh ... I just can't get the image of him driving the two of you somewhere and having to pull over to fuck you in the car because he's so worked up out of my headdd 😌 (feel free to delete if you don't want to/can't answer!! I totally understand!)

- @javisjeanjacket

Hi! Okay, anyway, writing this nearly was the end of me, but I hope it's what you were looking for!

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x f!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Rating: it's so explicit that I'm thinking about getting a new identity actually

Summary: the ask says it all, but car s*x

Warnings: fingering | multiple orgasms | spanking | a bit of butt stuff | public sex | masturbation (male) | cum eating

Notes: "i am simply ready to lose my mind. you warned me about this but was i prepared? no." - Dani @javierpcna

***

The leather of the backseat scrapes uncomfortably against your knees, you feel your skin stick to the warm surface. Sweat is forming on your brow, your arms, your legs. Everything is hot and sticky and heavy. Your pants fog up the window in front of you, and the landscape behind it appears murky, despite the late afternoon sun, despite the light dancing over the glistening waves below. If you raise your head slightly, you can even see the next bend in the road.

But you don’t lift your head – you can’t. You press your forehead against the glass, your nails scraping against the rough, leathery surface of the door, while you’re being pushed forward over and over again by precise, well-timed thrusts, by three fingers focused on one spot, three fingers that are your entire world.

I just wanna show you the view.

Javi wasn’t lying when he said that, when he pulled the car over. You are looking at the view, but you aren’t seeing it, not really, not in a way you were meant to be seeing it. Because the minute he stopped the car, his hands were all over you, under your skirt, on your chest – squeezing, holding, teasing. You couldn’t blame him because you had been feeling much the same, had felt an ever-growing itch during his week-long absence, one phone calls and expensive toys hadn’t been able to scratch. And when he had suggested taking you out to dinner after getting back from the airport, you’d been slightly disappointed. Yes, you enjoy the build-up, the tension, the teasing, but tonight you need it hard and fast and dirty.

You hadn’t made it to the restaurant.

Javi was impatient in the car, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, his foot like lead on the gas pedal. The second your hand found his thigh, the muscles tense like steel, he pulled over.

I just wanna show you the view.

The words were slightly slurred, and the next thing you heard was a ripping sound when he tore your panties, tore them right off you, like impatiently unwrapping a gift. He found you hot and wet and wanting, he all but lifted you onto the backseat and here you are now, your skirt pushed up, your backside exposed, your slick dripping down your thighs.

“Baby,” you moan after a particularly rough thrust. You bite your lip when he does it again. “Fuck!” It’s breathless, it’s quiet, it barely scratches the surface of how good he makes you feel.

His other hand lands on the soft flesh of your backside with a crack and you gasp, your forehead knocking against the glass. Your legs tremble as you push yourself back towards him.

“Again,” you groan. “Do it again.”

He does, and the pain turns into searing hot pleasure so intense that when he thrusts his fingers into you next, you come all over them, coating them with your slick, with wet, hot release, trembling, spilling, screaming his name. Through the haze you hear a new sound, you hear how he pulls down his zipper, you even hear his hand pushing aside the fabric of his expensive dress pants, the dark green ones, the ones you love the most, followed by a sigh of relief.

You clench around his fingers at the prospect of his next move, anticipating how he will fill you up, first with his cock, then with his release, and it feels as if you didn’t just come, and maybe you haven’t because when he starts moving his fingers again, you tumble towards another edge at alarming speed.

“Need you--,” you groan through gritted teeth, “--inside, please, God, please, please, Javi, I’ve missed you so much, I’ve missed your …,” you swallow hard, “your cock, please …”

He huffs, and suddenly he’s hovering above you, his fingers on your chin, pulling so your head disconnects from the cooling support of the glass. His palm hovers in front of your face, and without hesitation you lick it, tasting leather and sweat and him. He allows you to suck two fingers into your mouth, to feel their heavy weight on your tongue before he pushes them slightly deeper, making you gag, making you feel full on both ends, before pulling them out. His hand disappears and the wet sounds that follow, mixed with his low grunts are like a heady soundtrack to your own pleasure.

You listen, and imagine his face, his hooded eyes, his reddened cheeks, his curls sticking up in odd places, and suddenly you find yourself yearning for how he looks when he’s fucked out and glowing and sated. You cannot wait to give that to him, so you try to pull yourself off his fingers to turn around, but he stops you with a harsh command.

“Stay!”

You follow his orders and listen to him fucking into his own fist, thinking about how it could be your cunt instead, and he knows you’re thinking it, too, that’s why he teases you like that, that’s why he makes you listen to his pleasure, why he keeps you on the tip of his fingers where he can feel you clench in time with his hand moving over himself.

“Did you think of me?” you ask with the last bit of strength you have left.

A grunt is all you receive as confirmation. But he does pull out his fingers and you tense because you know what’s about to happen.

His hand is so wet, covered in your slick like this that when he grabs a handful of your ass and squeezes, he leaves cooling imprints against your hot skin. He slaps you again, does it two times more – grab, slap, grab, slap. You whimper, a pitiful little sound that makes him snarl.

“Harder,” you demand.

This time, your wish remains unheard. Instead, he buries his index finger between your wet folds, then moves it up, leaving a wet trail in its wake, until he reaches a destination you both have only talked about visiting without making the actual trip. But when his wet digit probes it carefully, you want it, want him so much it makes you light-headed, makes you feel fuzzy and high.

His deep voice cuts through the blanket of lust surrounding you. “You’re so tight”, the tip of his finger slips past the firm ring of muscle, “… tight little hole for me to fill.”

He holds you hooked on his finger, like a fish caught, while he continues to stroke himself frantically. You hold your breath, listening to the obscene sounds his hand is making, listening to his pants and moans, and you wish you knew where his eyes are, but you think you can guess. Then something shifts, he shifts, and he’s closer now, also deeper inside of you, while his thumb is buried between your folds again, and your entire body clenches with need.

His thumb finds your clit and it’s over, you come with a scream that echoes around the stuffy car – it might be his name, it might be a curse – but you pull his index finger deeper inside of you as your orgasm rips through you, and he gasps in surprise, deep and desperate. He tries to wait until you’re done, but you won’t stop shaking, your cunt won’t stop fluttering like a butterfly caught in a storm, so he pulls his finger out of you while you’re still coming, making you mewl at the loss.

You feel it, hot and heavy and hard, as he drags his cock through your drenched folds, up until it brushes against where you want him inside of you, but his hot release is already coating your back, your thighs, your over-sensitive center.

You both need to come back down to reality and you need to do it now before someone finds you like this. “We’re gonna be late.”

“Late for what?”

God, his voice! Hearing it after he’s just come makes your legs feel like jelly.

You swallow. “Dinner.”

“Oh, did I forget to specify what kind of dinner?” he teases.

Both of his hands hold you in place as he leans down over your back and drags his tongue over your skin covered in sweat and his own release. When your high giggle turns into a deep moan, he whispers against you.

“I have all I need right here.”

Javi G tag: @badbatches | @darksber | @doin-stuff | @filthybookworm | @for-my-satisfaction | @frannyzooey | @javigutierrez | @karkii | @maziken | @pann-malii | @pedrostories | @raspberrymama | @silksaddle | @skeletonstwins

[rei-does-stuff]

OKAY SO, I imagine the UK can like sorta posses England at certain moment since he’s like, still a semi-demon, so overtime England’s right eye turns purple (like the uk’s) because of that,

The thing is that The UK doesn’t rlly know HOW to act like England so it’s like really obvious it’s him, I can imagine Portugal looking at him and is like “get out of my husband please tf??”

England being possessed: Hello! I am totally Eng-land! I think rats are neat and my wife is terrible—I MEAN WONDERFUL, this is all true folks i am 100% not being possessed!

Portugal: You’re like, really fucking bad at this.

Possessed!England: Yeah well you try possessing the body of a total trashfire, will ya? IM TRYING MY BEST

—

England wouldn’t rlly have memory of it so it would be like

England: Ughhh my headdd, it feels like I downed a shitton of alcohol, and piss—?

Portugal: Yeah UK kinda got crazy possessing you

England: HE WHAT???

—

Uk: I’m gonna eat tidepods in ur body

England: THAT WILL KILL ME

Uk: It will??????

—

I imagine he can also technically posses the other members of the union but exclusively does England bc it’s funny to fuck with him lmao

ANYWAYS HERES A SMALL FIC ABT IT

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America’s face, that look, that horrifying look. He didn’t remember what he said, what he did, but he remembered that look. That look of fear the boy gave him. He awoke with a massive headache, beside him was a note, and some breakfast made by Portugal no doubt. ‘It happened again, take it easy for today.’

“Aww..How sweet of her.” UK noted. “Why? Why did you do that? What did you do???” He asked furiously.

“What did *I* do? You asked for this! It was in the contract remember? If there’s a moment where you yourself cannot behave I am allowed to take control of the situation for a more favorable outcome.” He explained. “Favorable outcome??? America was terrified! You…! You hurt him!” England gave out a weak shout, god his throat hurt.

“He needed to be disciplined, if you knew how to do it, I wouldn’t need to take control. This is my job as your mediator. Maybe you should’ve thought about the consequences before signing you insolent fool.” He sneered.

England groaned, he hastily made his way to a mirror, his right eye, it was almost entirely purple.

“Yes that’s a small side-effect from it, the longer I don’t do it the more it’ll go back to normal. And vice versa.” UK explained.

“I…I look like you.”

“Aren’t you practically me at this point?”

England wanted to refute that, but he couldn’t.

Why couldn’t he?

—

OKAY BYE

[johnsamericano]

Soft Dom Lucas? I can't get this concept out of my headdd

~~~💖💖💖

Thank you for your ask! I’m sorry That it took so long, but I hope you like it.

“What’s wrong baby?” Your boyfriend found you quietly sobbing at your shared office, probably stressed over your finals.

“I’m going to fail.” You cried out.

“Baby, you’ve been here for five hours, you need to rest.” He kneeled beside you, extending his arms so you could cuddle between them.

His warmth never failed to soothe you, ceasing your sobs after a few seconds in his arms. He smoothly carried you all the way to the bedroom.

“You should sleep now.” His lips pecked your forehead before attempting to leave. But your hand on his wrist stopped him. “Huh?”

“Can you do that thing?” You asked, not daring to look into his dark eyes.

“What thing, sweetheart?” Of course he knew exactly what you were talking about, but he loved the way your soft cheeks would turn pink every time you asked him to do something dirty.

“You know...that thing you do to make me relax.” You fiddled with your fingers as you spoke.

“This thing?” His index finger grazed slightly your underwear.

“Y-yes.” He smiled widely, proceeding to help you get rid of your (his) baggy shirt, your boobs completely exposed now.

Your last piece of clothing was quick to dissapear.

“Do you want my fingers or my mouth?” He had his hands on the sides of your body, his fingers dancing over the soft skin.

“Mouth, please.”

“My baby is always so polite.” He left a trail of kisses all the way down to your core, kissing repeatedly your nub.

After teasing for a while, he pressed his tongue flat on your heat. You lifted your hips, trying to get as much contact as you could. He held you down with his big hand, rubbing circles on the soft skin of your belly as he stimulated you with his tongue. You held onto his brown locks, pulling them slightly as he worked his tongue over your clit.

“Your noises are always so pretty.” Your breathy moans were music to his ears.

“Xuxi.” He knew you were close by the way your chest moved erratically.

“Come, princess.” He sucked slightly on your bundle of nerves, making you squirm under his grip. “Let me taste your sweet juices.” Your legs trembled the slightest, signaling waves of pleasure were hitting your body.

“A-ah, xuxi.” He retrieved his head from between your shaky legs, saliva mixed with your juices making his chin glisten.

“Have a taste of yourself princess.” He kissed you, his tongue intruding your mouth and grinding against yours.

He smiled as he pulled away, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. His hands cupped your cheeks, your head looking tiny between his gigantic hands.

“Are you feeling better?” You nodded, placing your hands over his.

“A little sleepy, actually. Thank you.” He smiled, kissing your forehead and proceeding to nuzzle his nose against yours. Your beautiful giggles filling the bedroom.

“Then go to sleep, love. I’ll order the office, don’t worry.”

“I love you Xuxi.”

“I love you too baby.”