#RAHHHHH HIS ARMS !!!!

[killuaisaprincess]

Wednesday

“Hehe… you should never wear a shirt, stupid Gon…”

Gon smiles softly, humming when Killua presses against his bare chest.

Killua very much acts drunk when he’s a mixture of tired and sick, but it’s okay because it’s adorable.

“I know, princess, but don’t you want my six-pack all to yourself���?”

Killua freezes, like he’s had a sudden realization, and looks up at Gon, pouting.

“Y-You’re right! And you’re never right!”

[theothernads]

Guys, I'm tweaking

[wherenymphsroam]

hello yes leon kennedy sir ur balls look heavy do you need a hand

[arkhamslvts]

need to ride childhood friend Jason Todd so bad it’s actually insane like. Like. Making him promise to keep his hands off while he’s balls deep in you and he’s fighting every bone in his body to not just break the promise and bounce you on his cock bc he really needs more than what you’re teasing him for ARGHHHHHH

RAHHHHH

and he's probably so desperate because he remembers all the times he jerked off to you even when you reunited. mutters of "fuck.. please don't tease" and "you feel so good, so tight" to play it safe he'd probably try to keep his hands behind his back but as soon as you wrap your arms around him to kiss him while he's still filling you to the brim his arms wrap around your waist, lifting you up slightly as he pistons his hips up into you, you try to mutter something about him breaking the rules but he's moaning out little apologies and pressing kisses to your neck. "fuck.. sorry.. 'm sorry just let me... fuck"

[stargirlrchive]

ANISSAIAKAJKAKAKSKKSKDJDD

I WANT HIM SO BAD IM CRYINGNSNWNS

[intotheelliwoods]

OH THE GUYS EVER

@intotheelliwoods My DTIYS for the contest!! Congrats on 4k+ ^^

I know the OG was way more vibrant, but I wanted to put my own spin on it!!

(I drew Leo with two arms all the way up to the coloring part till I physically shed a tear and went back to add his prosthetic TT)

their talking about Miyamoto Usagi (mostly leo talking) I HC it.

N E WAYS, I love your art so soSO MUCH IT HURTS. Keep on slaying, you deserved the 4k+!!

[jenosbigtoe]

Renjun smut like they're mating like bunny rabbits.

mdni. nsfw 18+

pairing: huang renjun x reader

warnings: unprotected sex, breeding, doggystyle, creampie

a/n: FIRST RENJUN REQ RAHHHHH

he loves the way you smell. he loves burying his face in your neck as he fucks you hard from behind, hugging you close to his body as his hips pound into yours.

and he absolutely loves loves loves calling you his princess </3 you’re just his sweet princess with the best pussy on earth and he can’t get enough of you. you’re his girl, after all. he just has to spoil his sweet princess.

“fuck, feel so good, princess,” he would grunt into your neck, arms caging you against his chest.

you were a mess underneath him, well past your third or maybe even fourth orgasm, but you needed more. arching your back so he could hit deeper inside while your pussy clenched and drooled around his cock. squeezing his cock so tightly with your juicy pussy as you creamed around him.

“renjunniiieee…” you’d cry. “oh my god, more please more!!”

you could feel his hot breath tickling your neck as he panted heavily from the effort. you just smelled so fucking good. all his. inhaling your scent deeply, it toxicated his senses, and made him go crazy as you took his cock so well for him.

his hips were slamming into yours at an inhuman pace, rutting so good and so deep into your needy little cunt. long cock hitting so deep in your pussy and rubbing up against your sweet spot with every thrust. balls slapping lewdly against your clit and sending shock waves up your spine.

“princess, i can’t last any longer. m gonna cum inside this pretty pussy, m’kay? gonna breed my princess’s sweet cunt so good,” he groaned against your neck.

you gasped at his words and grabbed at the sheets below to rock yourself back on his cock. “yes, yes, yes!!! please cum inside, junnie i need it so bad!!!”

he gave a few final hard thrusts into your pussy before bottoming out. you could feel his cock twitch and throb deep inside before his hot load filled you up.

and with his face still buried in your neck and arms still locking you against his chest, he started thrusting into your leaking pussy again, using his hot cum as lube to go even faster this time!!

a/n: i didn’t know if you wanted hybrid smut or not so i chose the safe route 😞 lmk if you actually did want bunny!renjun x bunny!reader and i can edit this

[astrxsee]

I absolutely loved "price bringing the boys to his country home for the holidays," RAHHHHH, thank you for sharing your visions 😁 also re: your tags, I Will be getting you started on how soap talks SO FREAKING DIRTY About Price's pride and joy - - lord -- anyway, love for the New Year!

<3 -@horny-for-tf141

ilysm this is my first ask ever eeeeee

also this is part 2 to this

no bc simon wont shut up about you. johnny would hear about every interaction between the two of you that day. the scot eating up every sweet word that falls out of the larger man’s mouth.

“i could just smell her ‘air, took everythin’ in me not to grab her right there.”

soap would nod like an eager puppy, probably holding back something borderline feral.

“yeah, l.t., those eyes, they just do something for ya. don’t they?”

he’d say to ghost, pushing him to say more. he’d try and miserably fail to hide the growing tent in his pants as his superior kept talking. soap couldn’t help but to notice the tension in simon’s body and the way his hands would ball into fists as he kept talking.

“now what was she thinking putting on that slutty little dress on new year’s eve. god i wanted to rip that little number in half. our little birdie should know that she’s all mine.”

simon would say, his eyes peering over to johnny.

“aye, l.t., poor lass doesn’t know what’s good for her is all. show her what she needs. cap’ can’t keep her here forever.” the scot speaks up, the light from the warm fire your father made earlier flickering over his face.

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AND OMG don’t even get me started on how they’d treat you in person like…

just imagine it’s christmas eve and your father is throwing a party for his team and a couple of his friends. simon can’t keep his eyes off you the entire night, and you know it.

you’d eventually drag him out to the porch for a smoke, him grumbling in opposition while you sweetly bat your eyelashes at him. of course he followed you like a dog, he’d follow you anywhere.

imagine cuddling into his side complaining that it’s ‘too cold’ and him putting his arm over your shoulders and pulling you in.

“why can’t you stop looking at me, simon?” you asked innocently, your eyes looking up at him. you knew the exact answer but this was just too fun.

he lets out a long groan, his hand running over his masked face.

“don’t do this to me, princess.” he practically begs you. his eyes filled with a feeling you can’t quite place.

then imagine you starting to tease him more as you trace cute patterns into the fabric of his stupid christmas sweater. his breathing becoming labored as he leans his head back, his eyes shutting. my man is fighting for his life

“please, lovie, you don’t know what you do to me.” he grits his teeth as his hands travel down to your hips. his large hand taking up so much space, squeezing onto you like you’d disappear.

“i’m sorry, si. i just can’t help it when you’re exactly what i want.”

you think it’s the doe eyes and the small kiss you pressed to his neck that gets you into the next situation.

in a split second, he had you pressed up against the siding of your father’s his captain’s house. his large arms caging you in between him and the wall. you could hear low growls coming from his throat. one of his large hands comes to rest on your hip as he buries his nose in your neck.

“you haven’t left my mind since i got here, dove. you’ve grown up so much since the last time i saw you, i just can’t help myself.”

he inhales sharply, breathing in your scent. he trails feather light kisses along your jawbone, almost like you’d break at any sort of pressure.

“you’ve been mine and you’ve always known it. just had to let you figure it out for yourself, princess.”

now don’t imagine johnny watching from inside, chubbing up at the sight of his lieutenant devouring price’s lovely, innocent little daughter. maybe ghost would let him watch when he takes her virginity

[livelaughloveluffy]

first kiss - monkey d. luffy

a/n: rahhhhh clearly i'm just a hypocrite and will continue to lie, here's another fucking song for this fic. but literally you cannot tell me this song isn't soooo luffy coded. like loving luffy would sound exactly like: this

a/n: i'm going to be so honest when i say that this song inspired this fic 😭😭

nothing but fluff here 💗

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-you never anticipated the raven haired boy to kiss you as he was running up to you with a wide smile, on the verge of laughter, pulling you into a tight hug, but suddenly his lips were on yours, and who were you to deny him of that? when you finally pulled away, eyes wide with shock, all you could see was luffy, with his head thrown back laughing, pure content and joy written all over his face.

-his kisses are akin to drinking pure happiness. when his lips are on yours, you can feel nothing other than the pure unadulterated love he has for you, radiating as bright as the sun.

-just like the captain, his kisses are playful, messy, and a bit quick. you can feel his growing smile as his lips meet yours, luffy will wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you as close as he possibly can to him. he loves when you rest one of your hands on his cheek, the other on the nape of his neck, softly playing with the ends of his hair.

-luffy isn't shy about kissing you, he doesn't hesitate to pull you in for a kiss, to leave dozens of little pecks on your cheeks, or anything else of the sort. privacy be damned, when the captain loves you, he loves you so proudly and publicly, because he has absolutely nothing to hide.

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a/n: enjoyed this fic? here's my masterlist!!

[theonottsbxtch]

HEYYY SO HAPPY YOU HIT 1.5K

sososos proud of you!!

can I order one 🥐 croissant with either mafia max or mafia Oscar where it’s a marriage of convenience and the reader gets kidnapped and prior to her being taken away they argued and it hits harder for max or osc just super angsty I know you’ll do amazing

🤠anon

omg!! bro JUST IMAGINE MAD MAX RAHHHHH

the silence of the monaco penthouse was louder than any argument they’d ever had. she had slept in the spare room last night, the cool detachment between them a sharp contrast to their usual fiery exchanges. his words still rang in her ears: “you always think you know better. just stay out of it next time.” he hadn’t meant it—not really. she had snapped back, accusing him of arrogance, and stormed off before either of them could apologise.

now, max was pacing the vast, empty living room with a glass of whiskey in hand, he felt the gnaw of regret. she always managed to make him feel something—whether it was fury, exasperation, or the quiet pull of emotions he had never intended to feel. but today was different. the eerie calm in the air made his skin itch.

she was late.

the call came just as lando burst into the room, face ashen. "she’s gone."

the whiskey glass shattered on the floor.

“what the fuck do you mean, gone?” max’s voice was a low growl, the kind that sent men running.

lando hesitated. "there was... an ambush. two cars intercepted her. we’ve tracked them to the outskirts of nice, but they’re gone now. it’s—they’ve taken her."

his world narrowed to a singular point of rage. he didn’t ask who “they” were. he didn’t care. whoever had dared to touch her would regret it for the rest of their brief, miserable lives.

he tore through monaco like a storm, leaving destruction in his wake. contacts who dared stall for information found their livelihoods—and sometimes their lives—torn apart. the once-calm leader was now a man unhinged, driven by a need he couldn’t even name. when he was young he’d been known as max, and now he felt that same young man leading.

“where is she?” he demanded, pinning george against the wall of a seedy nightclub hours later. blood dripped from the man’s nose, his breath wheezing as he stammered, “th-they wanted leverage! to make you back down from the port deal—”

“wrong move.” his voice was a death sentence.

george’s screams echoed in the alley, but he didn’t flinch. all he could see was her face—the way she’d glare at him, lips parted as she spat out a retort. the way she’d softened lately, brushing his hand absentmindedly as they passed each other. the way she’d kissed him once, unguarded, like she wasn’t supposed to but couldn’t stop herself.

his chest ached, a sensation he wasn’t accustomed to. it wasn’t just fury driving him—it was fear. a raw, unrelenting terror that something might happen to her before he could say what he should have said last night: “i don’t hate you. i never have.”

hours later, he finally found the hideout.

the air inside was damp, the walls crumbling. he moved silently, his gun drawn, his jaw clenched. when he saw her, tied to a chair in the center of the room, blood marring her temple, something inside him snapped.

the ferrari guards barely had time to react before he gunned them down.

when it was over, she looked up, dazed, as he knelt before her.

“you’re okay,” he murmured, his hands trembling as they cupped her face. “you’re okay.” but he was comforting himself more than her.

her voice was hoarse. “took you long enough.”

despite everything, she managed a weak smirk. he huffed out a breathless laugh, his forehead pressing against hers. “don’t ever do that to me again.”

“pretty sure it wasn’t my choice.”

he untied her carefully, as though she might shatter. when she finally leaned into him, letting herself collapse into his arms, he held her like a lifeline.

later, as they sat in the car, her head resting on his shoulder, she murmured, “you know, i wasn’t really mad at you last night.”

max tightened his arm around her. “neither was i.”

silence stretched between them, not uncomfortable this time, but loaded with something new.

“i thought i lost you,” he admitted softly.

she tilted her head to look up at him, her fingers curling into his jacket. “you won’t.”

and though neither of them said it, they both knew they’d crossed a line they could never go back from.

he didn’t mind.

i would commit CRIMES for mafia!max

[simonriley09]

Size Kink with König [Kinktober Day 7]

TW: Size kink, NSFW, Military Kink, Rushed, 3,404k words, i fucking hate it :C, not proof read. König was aware a new recruit was joining, so he started looking through your files and documents until he heard a knock on his office door. "Komm... Come in." He rasped out in that THICK Austrian accent, Once you stepped in he didn't even look at you, continuing to look at your files. "Hello sir." you said, waiting for his response. He paused, looking up from his files then turning to you. Only he knew that his jaw fucking dropped behind the mask, silver blue eyes staring at the petite male infront of him. Lord he couldn't stop his cock from chubbing up. [you're 5'5-5'10] "Gott im himmel.. what's your name? i need to make sure you aren't a.. hmm.. fraud." His voice a low growl. "M!Y/N" you replied, looking up at the huge man in slight fear and adoration for his height and build. He nodded, and continued his paperwork. "Okay, you may go to your barracks." You turned around and walked off to your barracks. Over the past weeks you start noticing your stuff missing, boxers, shirts, towels, even your favorite beanie! So one night you were pretending to be asleep, waiting for the perpetrator to sneak in. Suddenly, your door creaked open and the person walked in... he was huge.. like.. 6'11 huge!? you watched as he snatched a pair of your favorite boxers before tackling him, trying to pin him down but struggling due to your size. When you look up you saw... COLONEL KÖNIG!? He looked down at your small frame trying to pin him down until you felt a hard something press against your stomach. You looked down and see.. That his fucking cock is hard. "You're supposed to be asleep, Privat." You narrowed your eyes at him. "And you're not supposed to be stealing my clothes, Colonel!" All he did was smirk. "Can't help myself when you're this cute." He suddenly picked you and and pinned you onto your bunk, biting and suckling at your neck and jaw. Leaving hickeys as you squirm and whimper. "W-What the fuck Colonel?" He didn't answer, hands sliding into your shirt pulling it off. He kissed down to your chest, teasing the rim of your nipple with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, biting and twisting it with his teeth. Your eyes widened and you arched, gasping loudly. Which made him smirk bigger around your nipple. He continued biting until you were squirming and moaning loudly, then he switched to the other nipple. Continuing his teasing motions, You started grinding your tiny body on his stomach. "Oh? someone seems to like what i'm doing~" He watched your small arms try to pry him off you from the overstimulation. Before you could get out he palmed your bulge, making you freeze then moan as he starts rubbing it. Making your boxers slick and wet from your leaking tip. 2 seconds later he rips your pants off, revealing your hard dick to the cold air. Making it twitch and you shudder. His big arm cupped your shaft, pumping it as he continued his assault on your nipples. Right when you were about to cum he stopped and suddenly thrusted his monstrous length into you, Pounding into you until the bunk shook HARD. he kept thrusting and pounding until you felt something warm and wet hit your chest, he... was drooling? drooling all over you. "Shit- Maus you look so good under me.. so fucking- mngh! cute.. so small.." His larged hands cupped your face, kissing you sloppily before he let out a loud groan, emptying himself in your tight walls. [I actually hate this one sm... i could've done better :C]

[RAHHHHH I LOVE HIM.]

[lycheedr3ams]

Death's Angel

Part 4: Staking Claim

royal!fem!reader x executioner!konig

Summary: It's 1554. You're one of the eight daughters of the Austrian royal family, and your parents do everything they can to ensure their kingdom is prosperous and peaceful. No royal court is complete without their hand-picked executioner, one who stands out against the sea of black, faceless bodies that make up the profession. It just so happens that your family's new executioner, one who has made a name for himself far and wide for his skill with the axe, has caught your eye and ruined you for good.

Warnings: virgin!reader, oral (f,m receiving), cunnilingus, choking, slight masochism, pussy slapping, slight degradation, p in v sex, hand job, konig is demanding & a perv, dub-con if you squint, slight humiliation, slight ownership, mentions of breeding, cuddles & fluff at end (lmk if i missed anything)

this is one of the many filthy smut chapters to come!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5

I just wanted to thank everyone for your support with this fic! I spent a lot of time on this chapter, I hope everyone enjoys! &lt;3

not proofread

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series inspired by the art below!

you could barely process the next few seconds. the moment konig heard your words, challenging him to completely ruin you, he picked you up like you were nothing but a feather and threw you onto his bed. he really did try to be gentle. the bed creaked when you landed, and you laid there, contorting your body in an unintentionally seductive position, as you stared up at him with eyes that betrayed lust and fear. he stalked towards you laying on his bed as you waited with bated breath. he now stood right at your feet, which slightly dipped off the mattress frame, and stared down at you. his breathing was labored as he stared.

"what does a princess even want with an executioner?" he asked as he climbed over you on the bed. you now looked up at him with your head against the mattress.

you blinked, appalled by his question. wasn't it obvious? it was how he was everything you were taught not to be. how he sweated and grunted and chopped heads off while you lazily picked fine fruits off of silver platters and slept in a down mattress. how he was dangerous and free and unrestrained while you were duty-bound and predictable and soft. how he lived his life, not caring about others' opinions of him, while you were always under a microscope. you couldn't breathe free, you couldn't sleep soundly at night, you couldn't just take whatever you wanted, like he could. it was how he was the rabid wolf while you were the pampered lap dog. it was how he was death and you were a sorry excuse for life.

but all you could manage to say was -

"i like fire."

his large hand flew up to your neck and wrapped around it so easily. he could easily crush your windpipe and kill you, and it made you soaked. he applied gentle pressure to the sides of your neck with his fingers. he leaned down until his hood brushed your bare neck.

"still like fire?"

you looked up at him. "yes."

he held your neck firm as he moved his hood up slightly with his other hand to kiss you. but this wasn't the type of kiss you see in fairytales, the chaste type of kiss that princes give the princess after they've won the battle or killed the dragon. no, this was a kiss that was needy, lustful, a kiss that promised ruin and death, a kiss that stung so sweetly, a kiss that you were never meant to receive. but you received it and gave it back to him tenfold, your wet lips haphazardly gliding against his own. your arms timidly wrapped around his strong torso while your thighs seemed to open on their own to allow him closer to you as he devoured your mouth. his tongue slipped inside with a groan, and you couldn't help but whimper as his hand closed tighter around your neck.

this was the filthiest thing you had ever done, and it was just a kiss so far. your mixed spit dribbled down the sides of your mouth and down your neck, and you could feel his calloused fingers digging into the sides of your soft neck. and you could certainly feel his throbbing length pressing up on your crotch as he began to slowly grind on you. he eventually released your neck when you both gasped for air, and he readjusted his hood. he dropped his head down until his clothed nose rubbed right against your own.

"you have five seconds to get this dress off before i tear it apart," he growled.

you gasped, hopped out of bed, and undressed as he commanded. you normally wouldn't have been like this: so willing, so easy. you'd never even been touched by a man like this before, but the urgency and power in his voice didn't give you any room to think of disobeying. not that you didn't want this. no, you wanted this more than anything. besides, how would you explain why you suddenly had a dress that had been ripped to shreds? that a bear came and clawed it? perhaps your parents would believe that sooner than they would that their executioner corrupted their daughter in the bowels of the castle.

you let your nighttime dress drop to the floor with a quiet thud, and felt yourself become every shy as konig raked his eyes over your mostly naked form. he didn't say anything about your panties, and you were nervous as it is, so you kept them on. but you weren't wearing a bra, so your boobs and hardened nipples were bare for him to see.

he reached out his arms and dragged you by the waist to stand in between his legs at the bed. he wasn't gentle with you by any means. his hands gripped your waist tightly before that same pressure was applied to your breasts. you moaned breathlessly and shivered as he lifted his hood up enough so that he could take one of your hardened nipples in his wet mouth. you placed your hands on his shoulders for support as you swayed from the pleasure he was giving you. his wet, lithe tongue swirled around your nipples before sucking on them. he grunted like an animal starved against your breasts, and you pressed your thighs together as you bit your lip.

"lay down," he rasped as he half threw you back down onto the bed. you squeaked but followed his command. before you could get adjusted lying down, he yanked your panties off and didn't even bother taking them off your ankle before he spread your legs wide open. you hid your face as you blushed, but when you peeked out from between your fingers, you saw how hungrily he was staring at your pussy. his fingers dug into your thighs as he pressed your legs farther apart so that you were completely exposed to him. you blushed as you lost control of your breath. he examined your pussy like it was the last thing he would ever do. he couldn't help but stare at your perfect clit, your folds, or your cunt that was weeping and eager to take him in. it made your face so red that you had to turn your face to the side. your movement shifted his eyes towards you.

he got closer to your heat and lifted his hood so that he could access your most private area while keeping himself concealed. you couldn't stop the loud whine that escaped you when he ran his tongue over your pussy, purposefully widening it so that he touched every crevice. he didn't give you any time to adjust before he devoured your cunt like a man starved. the sounds his mouth was making were downright obscene: he slurped and sucked and grunted against your pussy as he probed your clit with his tongue and sucked on it hard. you squirmed and tried to push him away, but he held you open for him.

"stop moving," he grunted against your pussy before sliding his tongue into your soaking heat. your back arched as his silky, wet tongue probed and caressed your walls. you clenched around his tongue, and he couldn't help but groan as he thought about how it would feel when you clenched around his length. he placed his hands on the back of your knees by your thighs and pressed you open so he could access your wet cunt better. you gasped and shivered as you approached your orgasm on his tongue.

there was no way he was a virgin, because he ate your pussy so well, knowing exactly where to lick and when to suck, when to lap at you and when to do little kitten licks on your clit. your thighs shook under his massive hands, and you squirmed.

"konig! I'm -" you gasped before reaching your orgasm on his insatiable tongue. this wasn't like the orgasms you've had as you fingered yourself in your room, with your hand over your mouth so that the knights on patrol wouldn't hear you. this orgasm was completely shattering, and you clenched hard around nothing as konig sucked your clit as you rode out the waves of your pleasure. but he didn't detach from your clit, and you feebly pushed your hands against his head.

"too much! can't!" you whined. he finally removed his mouth from your cunt, but not before he lapped the juices that dripped out of your pussy. you lay back on his bed, breath ragged, sweaty, and very red with embarrassment as he stared at you, hovering over you.

"my turn," he said with almost a playful glint in his eye. you were confused, but you couldn't say anything before he manhandled you so that you were lying with your back on the bed and your head hanging upside down over the mattress. your eyes widened as you found yourself face-to-face with his massive erection. he pulled his pants down impatiently and threw them somewhere on his floor before he grabbed himself and brought his cock closer to you.

"open your mouth," he said as he pried your mouth open. he then grabbed your tongue and pulled it so that it was sticking out over your bottom lip before slowly easing his hard cock inside your mouth. he groaned the moment your soft lips wrapped around his length, and he pushed it halfway into your mouth. it was fucking huge, and tasted like salt and a little bit of sweat, but the feeling of the thick veins running through it pushing perfectly against your lips made up for the taste.

your throat bobbed, not quite used to the intrusion, as he stilled and groaned and enjoyed the feeling of your warm tongue and lips on his erection. he then, surprisingly gently, grabbed the sides of your head before slowly thrusting his length halfway in and out of your mouth. you needed some relief from the growing pleasure you felt, so you inched your hand down yourself as konig continued to use your mouth, and you stroked your clit. his eyes were currently closed, lost in the pleasure of your warm mouth, and you moaned against his cock. the vibrations sent shivers through him, and when looked down to see that you were pleasuring yourself, he bent over slightly, swatted your hand away, and rubbed your clit fervently with his index finger.

"you like sucking my cock, don't you?" he teased, and you could hear the smirk on his face. still rubbing your clit, he caressed your weeping cunt with another finger but didn't put it in.

he continued to thrust in your mouth, and his groans were like nothing you have ever heard. they were guttural, primal, and so overwhelmingly masculine. you came again on his finger, and he slapped your wet cunt, causing you to jump. he laughed quietly.

"does the princess like being handled like a common street whore?" he asked as his voice dipped several octaves. you were ashamed at how much that made you moan around his length. he grunted and his cock twitched before he extended your throat with his large hand and released his semen deep down your throat. you could feel the hot thickness of it sliding down your esophagus, and you coughed when he finally withdrew. but his length wasn't softening. was that even possible, you wondered?

when he caught you staring at his cock as you sat up, he laughed darkly.

"like what you see, princess?"

your eyes flicked up to his. "please, take your shirt off."

konig wordlessly removed his shirt, making sure his mask stayed on, before he threw his shirt on top of his discarded pants. you could now see him in his full glory, and oh did his body portray his profession. his biceps were so cut and thick, with prominent blue veins running over them. his chest and abs were defined, as were the deep ridges of his v-line. his thighs were thick and looked as strong as stone. if you didn't know any better, you would've thought he was a statue in the art wing of your castle. but your favorite part was the trail of thick hair that led down to his cock.

"you're...amazing..." you said breathlessly.

he looked like he could pounce on you at any second, like a spring just waiting to recoil.

"konig, i've... never had sex before," you admitted as you looked away from him nervously.

his energy, his demeanor, suddenly completely changed. his eyes grew dark, and his breathing almost stopped. he shook with how much he had to restrain himself.

"face down, ass up," he rasped. you were caught off guard, not expecting him to just completely breeze by that important detail, before you obeyed. you were glad for this starting position, since your face betrayed your embarrassment you feared you would never recover if he saw.

you could hear his feet padding against the cobblestone floor as he approached your exposed cunt. he slapped it again, and this time it stung. you whimpered. konig seemed to like giving you a little pain, since your whimper was met with a chuckle.

"i will take care of you, princess. just keep your ass nice and high for me," he whispered as he placed one hand on your hip and the other around his cock. you suddenly felt the tip beginning to penetrate you, and you clenched up.

"relax," he said as he rubbed his thumb in circles over your hip. "be a good girl for me and relax."

it was like konig had flipped a switch in your brain you didn't even know you had. you relaxed your walls and gasped silently as he slowly eased his hard length into you. you grasped onto the sheets at the intrusion.

"sc...scheiss," konig stuttered as he felt your wet walls take him in perfectly. he didn't let you get adjusted to his length before he grasped your hips with both hands and set a slow yet steady pace, thrusting in and out of you. his heavy balls slapped your clit with each thrust, and you moaned into the mattress.

"don't fucking hide from me," konig growled in your ear as he yanked your head up with your hair. the room was instantly filled with your moans and mewls. he held onto your hair and hip as he began to fuck you brutally.

"i never said i would be gentle," he said with a slight laugh in your ear. he seemed to be enjoying this, corrupting you and taking your first time in secret in the untouchable part of your castle.

he grunted loudly each time he sheathed his length into you, and your moans turned into barely audible screams. he was fucking you like a rabid animal, like it was his only mission to breed you and chase as much pleasure as humanly possible. it almost stung with how hard his balls now slapped at your clit, and you clenched around him.

"so fucking tight..." he rasped as he went back to holding your hips firmly in his hands. he manhandled your hips back onto him as he thrusted into you at the same time, making the experience so much more heightened.

"fucking. smiling. at me." he said with each hard thrust through gritted teeth. "tempting. me. this. whole. time." the sound of his skin slapping your own was like the steady rhythm that accompanied your loud, unrestrained moans.

"coming to my fucking room," he slurred as he continued pounding you. "following me."

you moaned and whimpered, feeling very self-conscious and embarrassed at his words. it didn't help his dick was filling you up to your skull.

"saying you can handle fire," he said in between grunts and groans. "you've...no idea..." he said as he thrusted "what you've...gotten yourself...into."

he was right, and you couldn't give a damn right now as his cock perfectly stroked your walls. he was just so deep, and hard, and you could see stars each time his tip kissed the entrance to your cervix. but your loud, guttural moans told him all he needed to know.

you knew his grip on your hips was going to leave bruises, and you didn't have the mental capacity in the moment to think of how to explain to the servants who bathed you where those marks came from. but you couldn't care less as konig claimed you again and again and again with his cock.

"take it," konig growled before his hips came to a halt, and he released his hot, thick load inside you. pregnancy chances be damned, all you wanted was his semen inside you. it was like setting a fire in your core, a fire that you never wanted to go out. he pulled out with a hiss, and you collapsed onto your stomach on the bed, panting and spent. konig also was catching his breath when you felt a gentle caress on your back. you jolted at the touch, feeling a bit overstimulated. he pulled his hand away.

"i'm not done with you yet, princess," konig whispered against the sweaty skin of your back before he kissed down your spine. you shivered at the feeling of his warm lips gliding over your skin, all the way down to the top of your ass.

"can't....take anymore," you murmured tiredly. konig exhaled against your back.

"you have hands, don't you?" he asked, only half teasing. he rolled you onto your back and laid next to you in bed. he wrapped his large arm around you, holding you in close to his side, and wrapped your hand around his semi-hard cock. he threw his head back as you began to pump him. you nuzzled your lips against his hood, and he eventually got the hint and lifted his mask up slightly so that he could capture your lips once again. he pulled you closer to him by your neck as his tongue invaded your mouth. his hips bucked up into your hand, and you squeezed him. he groaned in your mouth.

"so gut," he whispered against your lips. you pumped him faster, your lips never detaching from his, before he came all over his stomach with a groan. you both lay panting once again, you trying to catch your breath from the kiss and him from his orgasm. you pulled your hand away from his softening cock and laid it awkwardly on the side of your body.

konig rolled slightly over and picked up a cloth that was lying by his bed on the floor. he wiped his stomach clean, and then sat up.

"spread 'em," he said as he grabbed one of your thighs and held it up and open.

"wait, is that the cloth I gave you?" you asked him, blood rising to your cheeks.

"ja," he said simply before gently wiping your cunt clean.

"that...that cloth was...to wipe your sweat, or something..." you murmured as you watched him clean you.

"it's mine now. i can use it how i please," he said before he threw it back on the floor. he laid down next to you once again. you cuddled up into his side nervously and hesitantly laid a hand on his chest. he wrapped his arm around you and held you close by your back.

"don't tell anyone about this, ja?" he said against your scalp.

you nodded. "of course."

"you are mine now," he declared. you looked up at him, your cheek resting on his chest and your brows lifted in confusion and disbelief.

"what do you mean?" you asked, your voice rising in pitch a bit.

"you are mine." he repeated, and he didn't speak for the rest of the night. eventually, you got up out of bed and sheepishly put your clothes back on while konig admired the view, still laying down with his hands behind his head. he laid on his bed, completely naked, like it was the most natural thing in the world. the man oozed confidence. when you stumbled a bit as you walked, he chuckled quietly. you rolled your eyes at him.

"well...goodnight, then," you said awkwardly as you turned to go to his door to leave. but he got up suddenly and placed his hand on your shoulder. you looked back at him, confused, before he lifted his hood slightly and gently pecked you on the lips. and so you left his room feeling giddy, sore, and much too obsessed with the executioner.

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[strangesem]

hihi!!

if you’re still taking requests.. can you do a Hobie x fem!reader 😟‼️❓

Can Hobie be really close friends, and the reader has a fat crush on him. Like following him like a lost puppy, doing sweet things for him typa crush.

And like, one day she goes over to his place and he’s all injured and in his Spider Suit, and she like freaks out?

THIS IS SO CUTE RAHHHHH

apologies to everyone who’s request I haven’t gotten to yet; this ended up being a pretty long one because I just couldn’t stop writing lol

hobie brown x reader (reader finding hobie injured)

a/n: I changed it just a little bit and made reader and hobie roommates lol (as I’ve said previously I see hobie as 19-ish)

ps I need more spider-punk gifs theres like 3 total

so you and hobie have been best friends since you were kids

and you’ve been crushing on him since you were like 14-

and when you got your own place, it was only natural to share that with hobie

because of his struggle with being unhoused, he spent a lot of time at your place, so it wasn’t much of a change anyway

and sure the apartment was a little small, and not in the greatest neighborhood, but it was home

or at least you thought so

as hobie started coming come later and later, you became unsure if he felt the same

even worse he consistently came home with bruises/marks littering his face and arms, and you’re sure if you could see the rest of his body it would be the same

he’d always hound you for being out late because of the type of people who hung around this part of town at night, but if you even try to ask him to be more safe? he i just shrugs it off.

“it’s different” or so he claims, but you fail to see how.

not to mention that, as far as you could tell, he didn’t even have a reason to be out so late.

and as his late nights bleed into early mornings, you eventually stop being able to stay up waiting for him every night, and that worries you even more;

what if he just doesn’t come back one day? and you wouldn’t even know until the next morning!!

but your school/work responsibilities, as irrelevant as they may seem compared to your concern for your best friend, necessitated you having a full nights rest

but tonight? you can’t sleep.

hobie had promised you he’d be home in time to watch the new horror movie you’d rented. and yet, he never showed.

you had actually gone to bed early, exhausted and knowing sitting on the couch waiting would only breed more anxiety as each hour passed; but you hadn’t slept

you couldn’t. not tonight.

and so, you decide to just get up and have something warm to drink; maybe that would help soothe you

you lazily drag yourself to the kitchen, spend a few moments debating between tea and cocoa, before delicately mixing together your drink of choice

it’s then that you realize you had apparently left the tv on? the volume is off but there’s clearly light coming from your living room

so, you quietly enter the living room to grab the remote to turn it off; only to see a body laying across the small couch you had recently bought, causing you to jump

“jesus christ hobie what the fuck- WHAT THE FUCK HOBIE”

you quickly notice the crimson blood dripping from his deep looking wounds, seeping into his clothes- wait no. spider-man’s suit???

one thing at a time y/n.

“‘m sorry, just kinda crashed here” his voice is hoarse as he grabs your hand and squeezes it in some weird plea to keep himself grounded

“OHMYGODHOBIEAREYOUOKAYWHATHAPPENEDISTHISWHYYOUREALWAYSOUTSOLATEWHYDIDNTYOUTELLMEYOUREBLEEDINGLIKEALOTSHOULDNTWEBEDOINGSOMETHINGABOUTTHAT”

translation: omg hobie are you okay?? what happened- is this why you’re always out so late?? you’re bleeding like a lot shouldn’t we be doing something about that?????

you quickly stammer out before running to grab all the first aid supplies you had in the bathroom and heading back to a way too unbothered hobie

“calm down I’ve had worse”

“YOU’VE WHA-

“calm down.” he grabs you by the shoulders and makes you look him in the eye “I’m fine”

“people who are fine don’t bleed this much, hobie.” you began working on the worst looking wound, applying pressure with a cloth to hopefully stop the bleeding “why didn’t you tell me?”

“y’ worry too much; especially ‘bout me”

“of course I do! you’re my best friend.”

“we both know it’s more than that, love”

you freeze; you can’t look at him. you’re too embarrassed to let yourself admit that he’s right, because you had always been just friends. and you were terrified of ruining that.

“I’m sorry”

“look at me, y/n”

you can’t.

“feelings mutual y’know, if that’s what’s got ya all worked up” he laughs, shoving your shoulder a little in an effort to diffuse the tension you had built up within yourself “always has been; thought I made it pretty obvious. you always were pretty oblivious though”

“no I’m not!” he smiles; you always were defensive too

“pretty sure y’a are”

“I will literally let you sit here and bleed out”

“no you won’t”

no, you won’t.

you just go back to addressing his wounds, trying not to feel all giddy inside, but also doing your best not to overflow with anxiety.

what are you guys then? this changes EVERYTHING- is it weird that you live together now? is it weird-

“you’re worrying again. and don’t try to tell me you’re not; I know that face”

“it’s nothing. anyway, I’m all done; we should change the bandages in a few hours though, just to keep everything clean”

you get up to go wash your hands, and maybe heat up your long-forgotten drink, but you’re interrupted by hobie’s audible sigh

“you’re forgetting something, love”

“I am?? did I miss somewhere?” your voice gets progressively higher as you check him over, worry bubbling within you

“y’ did, yeah”

he pulls you closer to him, briefly cradling your face before allowing his lips to brush against yours

“stay? f’ me?”

[comically-callous]

Hi! I have a request, can you please do a Willie Wonka x reader? Maybe they are complete opposites and nobody thinks that it will work but somehow do? Like the reader in serious, blunt (that can come off as rude), and pessimistic. I’m a sucker for sunshine x grumpy trope.

RAHHHHH I LOVE THIS REQUEST

Willy Wonka with s/o that's his opposite (Wonka 2023)

A/n: Y'all know the drill. Requests are open

When you guys first got together, a lot of people were suprised

Most people in town think you're rude and impolite, so the guy who's a walking ray of sunshine starting to date you is surprising, to say the least.

The difference between those people and Willy is that he actually gave you a chance

Were you a little rough around the edges? Yes. Did that stop him from always being nice to you? Absolutely not.

That's why you began treating him differently than most people.

One thing led to another, and you guys started dating.

He loves making you smile or laugh, because he knows you don't do those things unless you're genuinely happy. And knowing that he's making you happy is one of his favorite feelings.

Willy is a very nice person. It takes a lot for him to speak up about something bothering him. So, you're the one who defends him a lot.

"He asked for NO pickles 😠" Type beat

Whenever someone starts talking about you, saying You're rude, or mean, or whatever, he's the one defending you.

He'll go on a rant about how you're a amazing s/o and a wonderful person.

Yeah, he is NOT ashamed about being with you at all.

He wants everyone to know that you guys are together.

He talks about you a lot, isn't afraid to tell people that he's in love with you.

And he's all for PDA

If you're not into it, he'll respect that, but if you are???

You guys are constantly holding hands, when sitting next to each other he's got an arm around you

Omg he loves kissing your cheek

He'll literally be in the middle of something and he'll just look over, give you a little peck on the cheek, and then go back to whatever it was he was doing.

Returning the gesture is greatly appreciated.

But, yeah. Grumpy x Sunshine. 12/10

[blubun0309]

Thinking about how Odysseus WASN'T actually rejecting Polites' views in song 38. When Polites talked about Open Arms, he meant Ody letting his guard down, embracing the beauties of the world and enjoying his life. When the suitor talked about Open Arms, however, he meant Ody sparing them.

Open Arms WASN'T ABOUT SPARING THE ENEMY!! IT WAS ABOUT ENJOYING LIFE, ABOUT FACING THE CHALLENGES OF LIFE TOGETHER AND NOT GIVING UP WHILE STILL BEING KIND TO ONE ANOTHER!!! RAHHHHH

[starless-nightz]

Hullo!!

May I request Von Lycaon x fem!child!reader hcs? The reader’s parents aren’t around often because they’re busy so Lycaon, the family butler, has to watch out for them, almost like a second parent :)

Platonic! Family butler! Lycaon with a fem! child! reader

note -> MY DAD RAHHHHH!!!

warnings -> none.

content includes -> fluff, readers family is rich asf, perental figure! Lycaon, reader is 5-6 in this.

Lycaon has been working for your parents ever since you were a young child, because your parents werent always around he became sort of like a father figure to you

He was always there by your side whenever your parents were out of town, tending to every single one of your needs, getting you to school and even cooking you food and lunch

Lycaon is usually very professional, but if he made you happy, he will gladly play tea partys, fairy princesses and dress up, if it makes his little mistress happy he will gladly do it

Whenever you go shopping he will always carry you in his arms with shopping bags in one of his hands and carrying you with his other while a pink crown is on his head