#and its good.. its gonna be so good......

[lhseungs]

— ❛ WHERE THEY CUM ❜

. . . MEMBERS: enhypen hyung line - heeseung, jay, jake, and sunghoon

. . . WARNING / TAGS: smut, 18+, afab!reader, breeding, creampie, oral (m!receiving), creampie, overstimulation, orgasm denial (sorta), handjob, sorta sub!jake and dom!reader (implied), squirting, aftercare. not proofread!

. . . A/N: and another post taken from my old account, though this time i actually wrote it. sorry it took so long. i wrote majority of it and it didn’t save, unfortunately. anyway, enjoy!

✧ HEESEUNG

heeseung has an insane breeding kink. the second you tell him to cum in you, its like a switch goes off, gripping your waist with the most sinful moan escaping his lips. he loves filling you up and watching you take his seed, pushing it back in when he sees it spilling out.

“so fuckin’ tight, baby,” heeseung grunts, head falling back. “gonna cum soon.”

whimpers escape your lips as heeseung pounds into you. the lewd sound of skin slapping skin echoes the bedroom, bed shaking and hitting the wall. “p-please, hee… cum in me”

heeseung's eyes darken at your words. he grabs your chin, forcing your eyes to land on his. “hmm... my pretty baby wants me to fill her up?"

you nod, eyes pleading at you look up at heeseung. like a switch, heeseung pushes your legs against your chest and pounds deeper into you. you moan out, arms scratching heeseungs back as you try to ground yourself to something, the knot in your abdomen tightens.

"m'gonna fill you up so fucking good, baby," heeseung hisses, his thrusts getting sloppier.

your nails dig into heeseungs arm. "'seung... i'm gonna-"

"shit, me too, baby," heeseung's pace doesn't falter as your orgasm washes over you, legs shaking as you let out a loud moan.

with one last thrust, heeseung lets out a sinful moan, cumming right along with you. he fills you up, his white seed painting your insides and your name leaving his lips like a mantra.

heeseung looks down as his cum slowly drips out of your cunt. a fire ignites in him as he thrusts his cum back into you, relishing in the white ring formed at the base of his cock.

“h-hee, it’s too much-“ you cry out, clawing at his arms again as his thrusts increase speed.

“one more round, pretty. i know you could do it.”

✧ JAY

there’s just something about cumming in your mouth that jay is obsessed with. the way you look up at him with your pretty eyes while sucking him off, the way you grab the parts of him your mouth can't reach, and the way you swallow every bit of him gets him seeing stars every time the two of you fuck.

jay's head falls back against the chair as your mouth moves up and down his cock, covering his mouth to muffle the moans leaving his lips.

he risks lifting his head to watch you. you look up at him, eyelashes wet from previous tears, and continue to bob your head. your beautiful, pretty, doll-like eyes looking up at him as you suck his cock had jay bucking his hips.

"you look so pretty, baby," jay whispers, "so fucking beautiful for me."

you hum in response, causing jay to shiver and groan. he curses, grabbing a fistful of your hair. "fuck, doll, do that again."

you oblige, humming on jay's cock causing a moan to escape his lips. jay tightens his grip on your hair, holding your head still as he thrusts into your mouth making you gag.

jay's breathing gets heavier as he mouth-fucks you, moans growing louder as he gets close to his orgasm. "you're gonna take it, right? take it like a good girl and swallow every last drop."

again, you hum in response and jay lets out another loud moan. "oh, f-fuck, y/n-" he bucks his hips one more time as he cums, his warm seed spilling into your mouth as you swallow it all.

jay pull out and watches his cum spill from your lips. he leans closer to you and wipes the cum from your lips with his thumb. "say ‘ah’, baby." you open your mouth as jay inserts his thumb in your mouth. you lick the cum off his finger and he smirks.

"good girl."

✧ JAKE

heaven to jake is cumming on your face. doesn't matter where it lands (and frankly, you dont care either), but just seeing your face full of his cum as he kisses you senseless could get him hard again, and again, and again. he could go multiple rounds as long as he gets to see his cum painted on your cheeks.

jake whimpers as he goes on to round two. your hands are around his cock as he lays against the bedframe, chest heaving.

"you wanted another round," you state as you slowly stroke him, the cum from his previous round dripping from your cheek.

"i-i know."

you smile. slowly, you begin to increase speed, stroking his red cock that's just aching to cum again. you slide your thumb over the slit and jake whimpers again, bucking his hips.

as you stroke him, you lean forward and press your lips to his. jake kisses you feverishly, the taste of his cum on your lips setting him aflame. you increase your speed and jake moans against your lips.

"baby, i'm gonna cum," he mumbles against your lips. you chuckle.

"not yet, jakie."

he groans, head falling back against the headboard. you pepper kisses along down his jaw and collarbone, biting and sucking the pale flesh as his moans increase in volume. you giggle again.

you kiss down his chest and abdomen, then finally, you plant a kiss on the head of his cock. he bites his lip, muffling a moan as you say the magic words. "cum, jakie."

without a second thought jakes orgasm hits him, ropes of cum painting your face like a canvas. jake closes his eyes as he rides his high, moans echoing in your room. as jake opens his eyes, you lick your lips, tasting the cum on your face. jakes head falls back again as he groans.

"you're gonna be the death of me, baby."

✧ SUNGHOON

sunghoon is the king of aftercare, no doubt. which is why his favorite place to cum is your stomach. he loves leaving a mess on you, spreading it along your body, and fucking you again, the cycle continues, just so afterwards he could clean you up so well and take good care of you.

you've lost count how many rounds it has been. 2? 3? maybe even 4? you're unsure. but all you do know is sunghoon is fucking you like an animal in heat. your eyes are rolled to the back of your head, tears staining your cheeks, and the cum on your stomach already drying as sunghoon pounds into you for the nth time that night.

he groans, pulling your leg over his shoulder to fuck you deeper. a moan leaves your lips at the new position.

"hoon, it's too much..." you sob, clawing at the bedsheets.

sunghoon shakes his head. "last round, my love, i swear."

your chest is heaving as, again, your orgasm approaches. you frantically pull at the sheets as you feel the knot tighten. "sunghoon, i'm so close!"

with his free hand, sunghoon rubs your clit frantically while continue to pound into you. "come on, baby. cum for me." with a pornographic moan, you cum, legs shaking as you squirt on sunghoons cock.

"shit, baby. oh fuck!" sunghoon moans as you squirt on him. his thrusts get sloppier and he quickly pulls out with a hiss, stroking his cock as he releases onto your stomach. the ropes of white cum land on your stomach and sunghoon sighs and falls next to you in the bed.

a minute or so passed when suddenly, sunghoon gets up and goes to the bathroom. you smile, knowing whats about to come as you hear the bath running.

sunghoon returns, wet towel in hand as he cleans you up and places a kiss to your forehead. he lifts you up and leads you to your shared bathroom. sunghoon gently places you in the tub and kisses your forehead again as you sigh.

"you did so well for me, my love."

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[mr-rogers-blood-stained-sweater]

These are scalper prices nvidia has moved onto the rtx 5xxx series (these ARE insanely overpriced for little performance increase but even the 5090's price is supposed to top out around 3.1k) I see 4090s around the mid to high 1000's on ebay.

Also the 60fps benchmarks you saw were likely with all settings maxed out, 4k res probablly rtx if it has it, most reasonable people have a 1080p or 1440p monitor and when paired with a decent enough gpu it shouldnt be too hard to acheive 60+fps with some tweaking.

I have an rtx 3080 12gb (about 400 used for the 10gb version) and its been more than satisfactory for every game ive played that had some attempt at optimization. If i hadnt stupidly broken my 2080ti i would still be happily using it, im still using the 9900k i got with it from 2018, its admitedly spitting fire at 5.1ghz but its still keeping up. We all really need to be less afraid of buying used and older computer parts, recent tech innovations seem to be adding extra features like ray tracing or new dlss versions, NOT huge increases in performance. Theres all kinds of wonderfully useful tech all around us and especially on ebay that will last for many more years!

Not that i doubt that monster hunter wilds is also very poorly optimized, so many modern games are and it does need to stop. Marvel rivals brings my 3080 to its knees without dlss or low settings and for some reason it struggles to fully utilize my cpu usually capping around 80 to 90% even if i have gpu headroom left.

Everyone is talking about Monster Hunter Wilds performance on a 4090 so looked up how much a 4090 is and my jaw dropped.

"Hmm, do I want 60 fps in monster hunter's badly optimized pc port or a Fucking Car?"

[mina-org]

part two to this!

warning for smut, 141 are panty sniffers! and more yanderery than the last! I have another part written but I just felt like was already dragged a lil so lmk if you want the next part! also not edited bc im lazy

“The birds just not fuckin’ into ya johnny. She never took this long to respond to me.” Simon smirks, truthfully he didn’t really remember but he was fucked off with this entire thing, not only was Johnny after his bird but texting you became a group sport, even the double text.

Simon seethes, usually you would've crawled back to him by now, you'd get drunk and call him sobbing from whatever pub you were at and you'd owe him, rinse and repeat.

At least if you were into Johnny he'd know what you were doing but now your absence started to eat at him, he just wondered your were like a deer fresh out the womb, learning to walk, how would you survive when Simon wasn't there to pick up your the pieces when you inevitably fell apart again.

simon couldnt take them fawning over you anymore so he returned to his bedroom, he had a little secret that he had to keep from those closest to him, your underwear. A collection really.

to start with, they were just tucked in his bag for when he was deployed, he’d push a pair around his cock, satin felt nice but the cream pair with little berries on? they were too cute and so you. He’d pump his cock until they were stick with his cum.

then when he was home more often and you were fucked too dumb to bounce on his cock, neglecting him after hes giving you so many? he'll remember that for next time. and really left him no choice but to scout out your discarded panties, maybe a fresh pair if you packed them, and he'd finish himself off before tugging them up your legs, his cum from earlier still leaking out your pretty pussy. something about you walking home in shame, carrying him with you, a sense of ownership simon loved.

now these panties were all he had, and he wasn't gonna share them. maybe with Johnny, if he was good.

after a week it just wasnt doing it for him anymore, he needed to see his girl but all his texts weren't sending:( and he hadn't seen you at the gym or the pilates class you spent so much money on. almost like your little temper tantrum was serious this time.

okay so it took simon a week or two to turn up begging, well demanding your forgiveness.

or he would've, if you answered the fucking door? after coming over and almost fighting your door guy a few times, he gets the hint, stealth is wealth and all that.

now here he is, staring at you through binoculars, on the rooftop opposite your building, like he's gathering intel or some shit. originally he was gonna keep this to himself, threes a crowd after all but it was chilly on the rooftop and simon is all about efficiency and your safety of course!

thing is, that pesky door man knows who simon is, and its doubtful a stick on moustache and boiler suit is gonna convince him that simon is also the buildings engineer!

through this process they've found out your building has a lot of security issues, nobody even thought about cyber security so when gaz sends out an email with a list of apartment numbers and a time, stating some maintenance was needed, no one bats an eye.

and of course you dont want any awkward conversations, like offering them tea or coffee 50 times while they try to focus but they'd think you rude if you dont and you can't ignore them, thats rude too. so you have to go out and stay out.

so you go shopping, you've been needing more underwear anyway!

soon enough John and gaz are in your apartment, putting up hidden cameras, slipping trackers into the linings of your most worn clothes, rifling through your belongings and testing out your perfume, trying to figure out which one you use daily from the memories of your scent lingering on simon and around the flat.

however gold is struck when they come across your laundry basket! feral is the best fitting word, Johnny will froth at the mouth once they tell him and of course share the bounty of their conquest.

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[rafes-slut]

can you write something where reader and rafe fuck in a circle bed with a mirror on the ceiling? 🙏🏻

Mirror

Warnings: Explicit smut, heavy dirty talk, praise/degradation, mirror play, missionary, rough sex, possessiveness, mild choking, Rafe being absolutely filthy. 18+ ONLY.

The second you stepped into the hotel suite, Rafe’s hand was already on your waist, fingers digging in like he owned you. The room was luxurious—floor-to-ceiling windows, dim lighting, and at the center of it all, a massive circular bed covered in expensive silk sheets. But what caught your attention most was the mirror on the ceiling, perfectly placed above the bed.

Rafe saw the way your gaze flickered up to it, and his lips curled into a smirk. “Yeah?” His voice was low, teasing. His hand slid from your waist to your ass, gripping it possessively before pulling you back against him. “Knew you’d like that.”

He leaned in, breath hot against your ear, his other hand coming up to wrap loosely around your throat. “Gonna look at me while I ruin you.”

You shivered as his fingers tightened for just a second before letting go, pushing you forward until your knees hit the edge of the bed.

“Get up there,” he ordered, voice dark, dripping with intent.

You did as he said, crawling onto the silk sheets, anticipation buzzing through your veins. He was right behind you, climbing onto the bed with slow, deliberate movements, like a predator toying with its prey. He pushed you onto your back and settled between your legs, gripping your thighs to pull you down until your ass was right on the edge of the bed.

His gaze was fixed on you, but he tilted his head up slightly, eyes flickering to the mirror above. A slow, satisfied grin spread across his face.

“Look at that,” he murmured, one hand sliding down your body, fingers tracing along the waistband of your shorts before tugging them down. “You’re already soaking, aren’t you?”

You squirmed, but he grabbed your hips, keeping you still. His other hand trailed up to your jaw, fingers pressing into your skin as he turned your face toward the mirror.

“Keep your eyes up there,” he instructed, voice leaving no room for argument. “I want you to watch. Want you to see how pretty you look when you’re taking me.”

Your breath hitched as he leaned down, kissing a slow path down your stomach, his stubble scraping against your skin. His hands spread your thighs wider, and when his tongue flicked against your clit, your head tilted back with a moan.

A sharp slap landed on your inner thigh.

“Uh-uh,” he scolded, voice muffled against your heat. “What did I just say?”

You gasped, forcing your head back up, eyes locking onto the reflection above. The sight of him between your legs, his broad shoulders keeping you pinned down as he devoured you, made your stomach tighten.

Rafe chuckled against you. “That’s it, baby. Watch me.”

He worked you up until you were squirming, panting, your hands fisting the sheets. Just when you were teetering on the edge, he pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking when you whined in protest.

“Relax,” he cooed, crawling back up to hover over you. His fingers wrapped around his cock, giving it a few slow strokes before pressing the tip against your entrance. “You’re getting what you want.”

He pushed in slow, stretching you inch by inch, watching your reflection as your mouth fell open, eyes fluttering. His grip tightened on your jaw.

“Eyes up, sweetheart.”

You forced them open, looking back at the mirror just as he bottomed out. He groaned, his head dropping for a second before he lifted it again, blue eyes dark and full of something feral.

“Fuck, you look so good like this,” he murmured, voice rough. “All spread out for me. Taking me so fucking well.”

He pulled back and thrust in hard, making you jolt. The bed creaked under the force of his movements, and his hand found its way back to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your head spin.

“See that?” he panted, his thrusts deep and relentless. “See how good you’re taking me?”

Your moans filled the room, mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin. Rafe’s eyes never left the mirror, watching the way your body moved under him, the way your back arched, the way your fingers scrambled for something to hold onto.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his pace brutal. “You’re so fucking tight. So good for me. Always so good for me.”

He moved one hand down, pressing against your lower stomach, feeling himself inside you. The pressure made your eyes roll back, pleasure spiking through you.

“You feel that?” he asked, voice smug. “I’m so fucking deep, baby.”

You barely managed a nod, too lost in the feeling of him.

“Say it.”

You gasped, trying to form words. “Y-you’re so deep, Rafe.”

His hand wrapped around your throat again, tilting your chin up. “Good girl. Now keep looking at that pretty reflection while I make you come.”

His thrusts turned rougher, more desperate, his own breathing ragged. You felt yourself getting close, the tension in your body coiling tighter and tighter.

“Come on, baby,” he urged, voice strained. “Give it to me. Wanna see your pretty face when you come all over my cock.”

With one final snap of his hips, the pressure inside you snapped, pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your body shook beneath him, eyes locked onto the mirror as you watched yourself unravel.

Rafe groaned, his pace stuttering as he buried himself deep, spilling into you with a growl of your name. He stayed like that for a moment, chest heaving, before finally collapsing beside you, pulling you against him.

His lips brushed against your ear, voice lazy and satisfied. “Told you you’d like that view.”

[with-my-calamitous-love]

and if it all ended tomorrow (would i be the one on your mind?)

ya! katsuki bk. x reader

katsuki is finally discharged from the hospital and returns home to you after nearly losing his life in battle. coming home to you, he realizes all he has to lose. angst/comfort, and huge dedication to my mha-writing mutuals because you deserve all the comfort and love in the world. @crushmeeren @suksatoru @peachsukii @osamucide (i don't think you write for this fandom but love regardless) @whenanafallsinlove

rewatched the bnha ending and thought to write this. this is timeskip! katsuki so its different incidents, but still, slight bnha ending spoilers. i love you, eternal sunshine

song: intro (end of the world)

“its my line of work, idiot.” he’s told you numerous times. “its part of being a hero.”

“that doesn’t mean i have to like it, kats.”

“yeah?” he scoffs, pulling you closer into him, scars littering his muscles, battle wounds he wore proud. he couldn’t care less about some marks on him if it meant he was doing his job right.

“i’m not gonna die. i’m too good for that.” he says, making sure you’re looking at him in the eye. you smile a little at his cockiness. what a dick.

“i love you, katsuki.”

“love you too, dumbass.”

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even with his words, the confidence you fell in love with, he still almost got himself killed. his life would have drained. you nearly lost him. it still hurts, even if it is just almost.

all your clothes in the closet he built for you. 2am, raging at building manuals, but still managing it because he can’t say no to you.

but right now, you’re only wearing his clothes. the smell of his cologne is fading, but the warmth is still there. if he were here, he’d probably scold you for not doing your own laundry. but when getting out of bed is difficult? laundry is an afterthought. if he were here, he’d understand that.

when you got the news of katsuki’s injury, the world begin spinning faster. the wind picked up, running through branches and leaves, swirling around you and snatching the breath out of your lungs. knowing his recklessness in his line of work left a lingering worry in the back of your mind, a thought you hoped would never come to fruition. but injuries were inevitable, even life threatening injuries ones. the world keeps spinning even when a pro hero gets hurt on the job.

but seeing him in the hospital, with about 10 different wires attached to him, made the world stop.

the day he went into a coma, so did the world. the sun ceased its heat, so did the night and its chill. his heart kept beating thanks to some high tech machine. yours stopped at the sight of him, on the brink of death.

and the worst part? this wasn’t the first time. you were privy to the first incident- the hit he took to the heart, protecting somebody else, that stopped his heart completely. so in a way, this shouldn’t be new. but it still stings the same. because to you? its so much more than losing your boyfriend.

it's knowing that as a hero, he belongs to the world, and not just you. it's knowing that this is what he signed up for after years of training and dedication. its knowing that the best you can do is support him and wait for him at the end of every battle. its knowing that katsuki would live, and eventually, die a hero.

visits started everyday. then once a week. then only when you were missing him bad, and just wanted to hurt yourself by seeing him on that hospital bed, slow breathing and weak grasp.

and before you knew it, a month has passed with nothing. even with all the reassurance from the doctors that he would be okay, based on his health and resilience, you couldn’t believe it if he wasn’t the one telling you.

he’s still alive, but its hard not to mourn his presence in your apartment. because missing katsuki is such a physical thing- it's his absence, felt in every sense. like his hero mask left on your bedside, but never him wearing it. like a song he told you to listen to because its "good fucking music" but cutting it off right before the chorus. like feeling the ghost of his fingertips over your skin, lips kissing over your shoulder, but remembering that no ones there. an embrace that haunts you, long after its gone.

and soon enough, you're crying again.

anything serves to pass the time- tv, sleeping, reading- but the lingering ache in your chest wants to make itself known. and then there's the fact that even if katsuki made a full recovery, this wouldn't be the last time you're choked down with anxiety, fearing for him in his life, feeling it slip from your fingertips. he's a hero and he belongs to the world. but you do also wish he could just be yours. maybe a little selfishly so.

your laptop is blaring with some show you don't care about. you've changed hoodies again- because this one isn't soaked with tears and you want to wear his clothes- even if you took it from the laundry bin. food sits on the stove, maybe a little burnt, but you're probably not going to eat it anyway. you wonder if he's thinking of you, too, somewhere in murky dreams, your smile cutting through the clouds and shining on him. you wonder if he knows you'd be there, even if the world ended tomorrow. that he'd be the one on your mind. and you wonder if you'd be the one on his.

certainly, you are on his mind to some degree, otherwise he wouldn't be banging the front door with his fist, impatiently waiting to see you.

you yell that you're already coming, rudely pulling the door open to whoever decided to interrupt your pathetic crying session. when you see that it's katsuki? the ground beneath your feet dissolves.

"hey." is all he says at first. he peers into the apartment, seeing the obvious signs that you've been alone. he'd be mouthing off about the unfolded clothes and the cheap fast food wrappers in the trash if he wasn't so focused on the sheer fact that he was finally with you again.

his lips almost curve into a smile, seeing how you can't find the words for a moment. you scramble, almost embarrassingly so, to piece together a sentence: "what... when did you get out?"

he shrugs: "maybe an hour ago."

you have maybe a million follow-up questions, but the tears reach your eyes before words reach your lips. and he's quick to see it, practically catching you into a hug, like your legs were about to give up. he lets himself into the house, shutting the door behind him while pulling you into his chest. just 5 minutes ago, you were scrolling through photos and videos, pretending that a screen could be as good as the real thing. now, you're crying in his arms, his bones and flesh wrapping around you like a poignant reminder that he's alive.

"its okay dumbass, i'm here." he says, head resting on top of yours. he's particularly gentle this time around, cradling your face and making sure you see him. his heart winces a little when he sees the physicality of how bad you missed him- slumped shoulders, eye bags and tear stained cheeks. its the determination in him that wants to end that for you. "i've got you. you're fine."

after a few minutes, you compose yourself, taking a deep breath. "they just let you leave? like that?"

"they didn't let me, i made them." he smirks.

you shoot him a look, because of course he left without better judgement, and he has the audacity to laugh. this is the asshole you wanted back so badly.

"it's fine. i feel fine." he reassures you. "why would i spend longer in some hospital when i've got you waiting for me?"

oh, the urge to fall back in love with him at his loyalty. but you know better: "that's not the point, kats. you could stilll be hurt."

"i'm not."

"okay, but... you still almost died."

he takes a deep breath, knowing that you're right but never saying it out loud. he almost died. you almost lost him, and he can see how heavily its weighed on you. the fact that he could mean so much to someone like this, that someone could mourn the very though of losing him? that someone would think of him, even if the world was ending, the way you have?

maybe he's the one falling in love with you, all over again.

he opens his mouth, about to say something. something probably about how its his duty, that its everything he's worked for. but none of that absolves the pain of knowing his heart almost stopped just a month ago.

"i know you recovered and i'm glad you did. but you almost died. again. and don't lecture me about how it's your job."

his expression is something between guilt and resolve. he's never been good with words, unless it was coming up with stinging insults or a series of cleverly strung-together swear words. but he's still determined to try, like he is with everything he loves.

"babe, i know you're worried." he says, stroking your cheek. "and i really fucking love you for that. but it's my job. it's who i am."

and he's also right. he's a hero, the very foundation of the man you fell for. and mas much as it hurts to see, you'd never want him to stop being who he is. because katsuki bakugou, at his core, is a protector. even if its with his life.

you let out a shaky breath, just looking down. apart of you doesn't want him to see you, see how much of a mess you are. though katsuki knows damn well he'd love you anywhere, at any time, all dolled up or crying in his arms. if you can love him at his weakest, when he's knocked out on a hospital bed for the millionth time? he can love you at yours, too.

"idiot, look at me." he says gently, lifting your face back up.

"what?" you whisper, scared tears will fall again if your voice dares to go higher.

"its my job to protect people, yeah. but i'm not going anywhere. not when i've got you to come home, too. you're my reason, idiot. you're the reason i fight."

theres a pang in your chest when he says that, deep sincerity woven into his words as he speaks. every hero has a something to protect, something to live for- and for katsuki, it's you. without hesitation or doubts.

"you're forgetting i'm still here." he says, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckle. he sits you down on the couch, kneeling in front of you so you can really see him- see his breathing, his moving eyes and warm, loving lips pressed to your skin.

"i'm alive. i'm okay. you don't have to worry, dumbass. and you definitely don't have to be a mess 'cause of me."

you crack a fraction of a smile at that. "you think i'm a mess?"

he huffs a bit of laughter, because you both know that mess is one of the only words that encapsulates what its like to miss katsuki- anger, grief, and confusion thrown onto neglected laundry and albums of photos. but more importantly, mess describes what its like loving him: messy morning kisses, hair sticking up and messy, lovelorn fingerprints all over his heart. "yeah, i think you're a mess right now. only a little though."

you roll your eyes, ignoring that fluttering, nervous feeling he somehow still gives you even after all these years. "yeah, well, forgive me for missing you."

"you know i missed you too." he adds, simple words that resonate deeply with both of you. yet, you still can't resist teasing him a little: "how could you? you were asleep."

he chuckles softly. "i felt it in my bones, my dreams, i don't know. all that spiritual bullshit." he gets up from his knees to embrace you again.

"you might not wanna hug me. i haven't showered in like..." you trail off, embarrassed of the answer. he rolls his eyes, offended by the idea that he cares about that.

"yeah, yeah. i've been in a coma for a month, dumbass. i doubt i smell like roses right now."

"is that your way of saying you don't care?" you smile.

"its my way of saying i love you." he smiles back. "idiot."

because katsuki would love you, even if you haven't showered. if the sun refused to shine, you'd still love him. if the moon went dark, you'd still be his. if it all ended tomorrow, you'd still be the one on his mind.

and that's something he'd risk it all for.

"we should probably still shower, though."

"together?"

"obviously, idiot."

[littlelamy]

heyy. could u do a rafe x reader but reader is lowkey a rlly awkward person. and its like their first time meeting and shes slipping up with her words, talking to fast. n rafe just thinks reader is literally so adorable for that 😭😭

you don’t know why you’re nervous. well, actually, you do. it’s because rafe cameron is standing in front of you, looking unfairly good, and you’re about to have an actual conversation with him.

which would be fine, totally fine, if your brain wasn’t currently short-circuiting.

“hey,” rafe says, flashing you a grin, and suddenly your ability to function like a normal human being is gone.

“hi—hey—uh, hi,” you blurt out, all in one breath, and immediately want to die.

rafe just chuckles, tilting his head slightly as he watches you, amused. “which one is it?”

“what?”

“is it hey or hi?” he teases, eyes twinkling with something playful, and god, why does he have to be so effortlessly charming?

“uh—both? neither? i mean, i don’t know? sorry, i—” you stop yourself, realizing you’re already talking too fast, words tumbling out before your brain can catch up.

rafe doesn’t seem to mind, though. if anything, he looks even more entertained, leaning against the wall like he’s perfectly content just watching you spiral. “you’re cute.”

your brain immediately malfunctions. “what? no, i mean—thank you? i think? wait, no, i—”

he laughs, like a full, actual laugh, and somehow, that just makes you more flustered.

“relax, i’m not messing with you,” he says, shaking his head, still grinning. “i just think it’s cute how you get all nervous.”

“i’m not nervous,” you say way too quickly, which absolutely does not help your case.

he raises an eyebrow, smirking. “oh yeah?”

“yeah,” you insist, even as you feel your face getting hotter by the second. “i’m totally normal. super normal. like, the most normal.”

rafe just looks at you, like he’s waiting for you to realize how ridiculous you sound, and yeah, okay, maybe you could’ve worded that better. but it’s too late now.

“the most normal, huh?” he echoes, clearly holding back another laugh. “i like it. you’re different.”

“different?”

“yeah,” he says, like it’s obvious. “in a good way. most people try so hard to impress me. you’re just… you.”

that makes you pause. for a second, you forget how to be flustered, blinking up at him, trying to figure out if he’s just saying that or if he actually means it.

he does. you can tell by the way he’s looking at you—soft, amused, like he could listen to you ramble all day and never get bored.

“so,” he says, leaning in just slightly, voice dropping a little lower. “are you gonna let me take you out, or are you gonna keep pretending you don’t wanna say yes?”

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[invoncible]

have you ever thought of writing for one of Marks variants? If so you should definitely do Mohawk Mark his cocky attitude is so ugh …. i love your work by the way!

— thank you nonnie hope you like this ! I LOVE MOHAWK MARK OMG

"you know, i feel like i've seen you before." mohawk mark had you by your wrists, preventing your escape as he pinned you to the ground. he studied your face like you were a toy in his hands.

fuck. your boss had sent you to your death yet again. when you signed with your news station, you didn't realize you'd be signing your life away chasing these heroes and their problems.

you thought this was invincible—everyone did until a few minutes ago. they had similar getups and abilities. it was a logical conclusion, right?

wrong. within minutes of pulling up to the penitentiary, the news van was tossed onto its side, a invincible sized hole cut clean through the back. the variant grabbed you and your cameraman by the clothes and dragged you onto the ground... and here you were.

"oh, yeah!" mark snapped his finger, a wicked grin spreading on his face. "you're that news reporter! i remember you... didn't kill you back home cuz you always got my good side." he leaned in, taking your chin in his fingers and guiding you to look up at him. "s'that what you're doing here? you like the view in this dimension too?"

his eyes flicker dangerously to your cameraman, who was shaking behind the heavy lens on his shoulder. he huffed a small laugh at the sight, like the fear he smelled off your partner really got him going.

"yes!" you quickly exclaim, forcing his attention back to you.

his eyes snapped back to you. blood rushed to your head, pulse thundering in your ears. you try your best to not flinch at the way his rough fingers dug into your skin.

"what can i say," you laughed weakly. "you're the hot topic right now, had to get a piece for... myself?"

he paused, his expression like stone as he peered between you and your cameraman, weighing the options in his head: do i kill them for fun, or let them entertain me for a little bit?

after a long pase, mark rose effortlessly to his feet, dragging you up with him by your wrists. he slung his arm around your shoulders like you were old friends in some twisted version of reality. he twirled you around in the ruins, the destruction stretching out in front of you like some sick display of power.

“you like what i’ve done with the place?” he asked, voice dripping with mock innocence as he took in the scattered bodies, the blood-slicked ground.

"oh..." your eyes trailed over the wreckage, the broken limbs and bodies sprinkled over the ground like confetti, and all the blood was the icing on the top. "impressive."

you weren't lying, exactly. it was an impressive show of power, as sick as it was. unease twisted in your gut.

"i knew i liked you." he chuckled. "hey, let's get rid of this." he grabbed the mic from your hand and crushed it, the circuitry sparking one last time before dying completely.

"i mean, sure, i could kill you. it'd be a waste of a pretty face, so i’m not gonna. we've got history, you and i."

your pulse quickened. your eyes darted to your cameraman, who had already taken off, running toward the van and driving off. you grit your teeth. fucking coward.

you felt the weight of mark’s gaze burning into your back as he clicked his tongue in disappointment.

"i'm not the same as your y/n." you reminded him quietly.

"yeah? come home with me 'nd find out."

"no." your eyebrows furrowed.

he smiled, your resistance rolling off his back like it meant nothing. "you're gonna. two y/ns are better than one, and besides you're gonna love my place—it's a palace. i'll get you a nice room and everything. all you'd have to do is stay by my side."

"mm..." you glared at him, trailing off but communicating your answer loud and clear. not that you thought he'd listen to you anyways. his grip on you was almost possessive. this guy was superpowered, for fuck's sake. you were dead for the second he decided he was done playing around with you.

"ohohoho," he chuckled, raising an amused eyebrow. "you're lucky you're cute. but you're coming with me." he shot up into the sky, already set on taking you back to wherever he intended to stash you until he had a way back to his dimension.

you shrieked as you were vaulted into the air, anchored only by his arm around your waist.

"shhh," he grinned wildly, his hair fluttering in the wind. "you were the one that wanted a piece for yourself. you gonna refuse me when i'm accommodating you so nicely?"

against your better judgement, you clung to him and hoped that his nice mood lasted a long, long time.

© invoncible

[jenthebug]

My GAWD. If I had my aunt’s picture, I’d post it here. She’s 74 (looks 60) and hates when young women do things that make them gain weight, get wrinkles, and have fun.

She cringes when I use straws (wrinkles around the lips).

She applauds me whenever I look thin (girl NO, that’s not an accomplishment!).

She’s perpetually annoyed whenever Twin Bro and I are together (we have too much fun).

I was assigned this bargain basement ass body at birth, with its bad hearing and weak bones and propensity toward cancer, its light skin prone to sunburn, and its bad teeth.

I’m gonna run it into the ground by enjoying being myself.

I survived cancer, nearly five years of hell. I’ll go easy on the sugar and the animal protein so I don’t get kidney stones, I’ll lay off the alcohol more often than not, but there are times when I will treat myself to a burger or a donut or a margarita. (*with* a straw)

I will wear sunscreen when I go outside, but I’m going outside.

I will walk and lift so I can be strong if I get old, but I’m not spending hours in the gym and on restrictive diets to be thin. Do I wish I was thinner? Yeah, I looked good at size 8. Am I gonna physically and psychologically torture myself to get back there? Nope! I know my size is not a moral failing, it’s a side effect of life and cancer meds. I’ll do my best to be healthy and strong.

And my aunt will tell anyone listening (including me, in her backhanded way) that I’m not doing enough.

I’m fine with that.

sorry not sorry that you hate yourself but let young girls do things that make them gain weight, get wrinkles, and have fun

[lilangelbud]

The house was quiet, the kind of stillness that came late at night when even the creaks of the settling wood sounded like whispers. I lay in bed, the sheets tangled around my legs, my heart already pounding in anticipation. I could hear him before I saw him—the heavy footsteps in the hallway, the deliberate pause outside my door. My breath hitched, and I squeezed my eyes shut, pretending to be asleep. But we both knew better.

The door creaked open, and I felt the weight of his presence before I saw him. "Daddy…" I whispered, my voice trembling, not sure if I was pleading for him to stay or go. He didn’t respond, not with words anyway. The bed dipped under his weight, and I could feel the heat radiating off him as he leaned over me. His hand brushed my cheek, rough and possessive, before sliding down to grip my chin.

"Open your eyes, baby girl," he commanded, his voice low and thick with desire. I obeyed immediately, my lashes fluttering open to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, hungry, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. I knew what came next. I always knew.

His other hand found my waist, and in one swift motion, he flipped me onto my back, pinning me beneath him. I gasped, my small frame sinking into the mattress under his weight. He was so much bigger than me, his body a solid wall of muscle that made me feel even smaller, more fragile. My hands fluttered uselessly at my sides, but I didn’t fight him. I never did.

"That’s my good girl," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. His breath was hot, sending a jolt of heat straight to my core. "You know how much I need you, don’t you?" I nodded weakly, my throat too tight to speak. He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that made my stomach twist. "Such a tempting little thing. How could I resist?"

His hands were everywhere then—tugging at my nightgown, pulling it up to expose my bare skin. I whimpered, feeling the cool air against my heated flesh, but he didn’t give me time to adjust. His fingers found their way between my legs, and I bit down on my lip to stifle a cry. "So wet for me already," he growled, his fingers slipping inside me with ease. "You’re always so ready, aren’t you?"

I couldn’t answer, my thoughts a jumbled mess of shame and desire as his fingers worked me open. It wasn’t long before he pulled them away, and I felt the familiar press of his cock against my entrance. I tensed, my body instinctively bracing for the stretch, the burn. He didn’t give me a chance to prepare, thrusting into me in one smooth motion. I cried out, my fingers digging into the sheets as he filled me completely.

"God, you’re so tight," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he began to move. The rhythm was rough, almost punishing, and I could feel every inch of him dragging against my sensitive walls. It hurt, but it was a pain I’d grown accustomed to, one that was almost comforting in its familiarity.

"Daddy…" I moaned, my voice breaking as he hit a spot that made my legs tremble. His pace didn’t slow, each thrust driving me closer to the edge. I could feel the heat building in my belly, my body betraying me as it responded to his relentless assault. "P-please…"

"Please what, baby girl?" he taunted, his lips brushing against my neck. "Tell me what you want."

I couldn’t say it, I couldn’t admit how much I needed him to make me cum. But he didn’t need me to. He could feel it in the way my body clenched around him, in the way my hips lifted to meet his. He chuckled again, the sound sending a thrill of shame through me. "That’s it, take it. Take every inch of me."

I did, my body arching off the bed as my orgasm crashed over me like a wave. I cried out, my vision blurring as pleasure ripped through me. He didn’t stop, didn’t give me a moment to recover. His thrusts became even more frantic, his breath coming in harsh gasps as he chased his own release.

"I’m gonna fill you up, baby," he growled, his hands tightening on my hips. "Gonna make sure you’re mine."

I felt it when he came, his cock pulsing inside me as he spilled his seed deep into my cunt. He groaned, his body shuddering above me as he emptied himself. I could feel the warmth spreading inside me, and a small part of me wondered if this would be the time, the time when his cum took root and I ended up pregnant. The thought sent a jolt of fear through me, but it was quickly drowned out by the strange sense of satisfaction that came from knowing I’d pleased him.

He didn’t pull out, not right away. Instead, he stayed inside me, his weight pressing me into the mattress as he caught his breath. I could feel him hardening again already, and I whimpered softly. "Daddy, I’m tired…"

"Shh, baby," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. "Just a little longer. I’m not done with you yet."

[shidoglazer]

🔞 nagi seishiro oneshot mdni size kink

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NAGI SEISHIRO who has a size kink, but doesn’t even know it. he just happens to like how he can use you as an arm rest. during anytime, wether you two are taking a train or just talking to your friends, he’ll rest his arm on your head and you’ll just accept it, though you don’t really understand why his nonchalance starts to falter whenever he did so. he also just happens to like how easily he could pick you up and take you wherever he wants, he thinks it makes you look cute and vulnerable for him. he’ll hold you by your armpits like a disobedient cat, staring at you with a >:/ expression whenever you mess up his high score, but when he puts you down you swear you could feel a graze of his boner in his pants. other than that, he also really just happens to like you sitting in his lap, seeing the size difference of you and his thighs. yours were plump and small, while his was muscular and was bigger then your head. and he also just happened to really like when he’s fucking you and can see his ginormous cock bulging out of your petite abdomen. he couldn’t be more obvious about it, thats what you think.

during sex, theres no doubt that he likes to relax and let you do the work for him, but sometimes when he’s feeling pent up or frustrated, he’ll fuck you in missionary. and seeing his cock bulge out from your stomach, feeling how tight your little pussy is around his cock and how you’re basically getting ripped apart by it fuels his motivation to fuck you, and suddenly he’s going full wild animal on you. he presses down on your stomach to feel the small lump his cock makes in you, sloppily kissing every part of your body as his thrusts become more rougher and faster. it was like a new person, what happened to the nagi who said being rough is too much of a hassle?

“i- ah! fucking shit!, mnggghh, sei, whats gotten into y- hnngh! too- fast!” in response, he places a kiss on your forehead as “compensation” while he continues to fuck ruthlessly into you, getting more and more turned on from when he sees your small figure squirming under him, saying how its “too fast”, but doesn’t find you trying to escape it anyways.

“so cute, angel. i love you so much..” he places a kiss on your neck, “gonna cum? that’s alright, cmon.”

if only his sweet words matched his actions. he continuously pounds into you as his warm palm presses against your abdomen, hitting your climax even faster. “n-nagi! cummin- cumming! don’t stop, please! fuck fuck fuck, mnnfnggh!!!..” as you came, he slowed down his pace just for a little while before his hand trailed up to your face, brushing your bangs away. “i’m sorry, darling.” “..huh?-“ before you could say another word, hes continuing his relentless assault on your hole, making you let out a guttural moan as your back arched and legs trembling. “no no no!, nagi, i’m still sensitive- hnnghaahh! ffuck,”

he couldn’t help but feel a little bad when he saw your petite figure squirming and overstimulated under him, quickening his pace to finish up quickly as he rutted into you deeply, making your insides feel warm, he groaned softly as his weight fell onto yours, breath laboured.

“haaah, sei,, you stupid jerk!..”

“mmn. sorry angel y’felt too good. cmon, i’ll clean you up.”

after a few weeks, you brought this up with nagi.

“nagi.” you stared at him seriously as he looked up from his phone, tilting his head, wondering if he did anything wrong.

“angel.”

“do you have a size kink?” you asked in full seriousness.

“like when the other is smaller then me?”

“yeah, exactly. so do you have it?”

he had to think for a long moment. did he have a size kink? he just happened to like that you were smaller then him, but it was purely innocen- wait. no it wasn’t. he really did have a size kink, and that was the first time he ever noticed it about himself. he hummed, looking back at his phone with that usual blank expression.

“dunno. guess i do.” he was so nonchalant about it you felt like ripping his hair out.

[blackdykegirlblogger]

werewolf!abby knotting you

it’s not her fault. technically. for the most part.

full moons always made her a bit…antsy, and she was used to dealing with it herself. none of her exes had the stamina to properly keep up with her in the bedroom, and she felt horrible asking them to overexert themselves just so she could get off :( so she often resorted to locking herself in her room, fucking her achy cock into the palm of her hand for hours on end.

that wasn’t the case this time, though.

“abby! a-abby, ahh, slow downnnn!”

she couldn’t even hear you, hips pistoning into yours at a speed that could only be described as supernatural. she had your knees pressed to your ears, fixated by the beautiful bulge in your tummy as she bent your cervix every which way. her canines drag against the expanse of your neck, muttering into the bloody skin as she lost herself in you.

“gonna make you so full, baby. start that family we’ve always talked about.”

embarrassingly, you clenched around her at the thought, tugging at what was left of her braid as your eyes rolled. abby took note of it, of course. she always did.

“you want that? god, you’d make such a pretty mama”. she pushed you back even further, ankles dangling midair, your calves hitting the headboard. she was splitting you apart, so deep you felt her in your ribs. “and everytime you pop one out, we’re gonna make another.” her thrusts faltered, breath quickening. “and another.” you felt her drool make its way down your neck, and you were far too gone to even notice that she was about to cum. “and another.”

before you could even register what happened, you felt a wave of fluid spill into you, eyes knocked back as her water balloon of a knot nudged into your tight leaky hole.

she wonders when would be a good time to tell you that she’s been switching out your birth control for fertility pills.

[kaechu1]

thank you for the request pooks and sorry if it isn't as good...

Telemachus x circe's nymphs! reader

author note: i kinda like the idea so i might make other hc or scenario with this idea...

note:don't worry there will be part two of this and even part 3 if y'all lucky enough to get 3 chapters out of me.

warning:non just Telemachus being a cutie.

credit: art by gigi

y/n was one of circe nymphs, but unlike her most of sisters she was more hyper. she couldn't sit down without doing anything for more than few seconds before she start moving again causing chaos or playing games with her sisters or circe's lions.

her sisters and circe are long time used to this, they know how much energy she had so they never really question anything, she never really brings any real danger or harm to herself or to them so why stopping her from having fun?

one of [y/n] favorite activity was wondering around the island collecting plants or playing with animals there, circe allowed her but as long as she doesn't get far from the palace. i mean after all, they were the only one on this Island.

or so they thought.

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one day [y/n] was doing her normal activities around the island, but making sure she isn't far for the palace. she was making flower crown as she was talking with one of the weird creature she fine while wandering.

but then she started hearing sounds coming from the trees, it didn't sound like an animal doing, however there was way bigger than those small creatures to cause this much of noise.

but before she can make any move or even think about what to do, some appears from behind the trees.

a man.

the man didn't seem to notice her existing at first but after making his way through all the trees and brushing off leaves from his hair they finally locked eyes.

they stare at each other for a few seconds before [y/n] lower her eyes as she sees his hand holding a sword.

the man noticed where her eyes were going and how she started stepping away a little, then as he realized he put his sword back in its Scabbard as he raised his hands to show her that he's harmless.

"i came in peace."

said with his soft voice but that didn't fool [y/n]. circe have told her alot about the men she meet and how they only act kind at first to fool them and take everything, so she didn't let her guards down.

"i don't mean any harm, I'm Telemachus. me and my crew are just staying here for a while."

that only made [y/n] raise her eyebrow. stay here? oh there's no way they're only here for this, there must be something. she might seem naive but she's not stupid.

"what's your name?"

Telemachus tries to talk again, his voice seems softer than before, he didn't look scared or like he could cause any danger, he seemed quite... charming? she couldn't lie to herself, he IS charming.

"[y/n]." she finally said before relaxing a little as she look at the man infornt of her with the same "I don't trust you" look , as if she question his whole existing.

"what are you doing here... alone?" He asks as he starts to step a little close thinking he finally got the nymph's trust, but before he could take any other steps [y/n] throw the flower crown she was making at his face.

"don't come any closer, and this is my island. what are you doing here alone" she said as she steps back, the animal she was talking with was clinging to her leg now, scared.

"hey hey, no need to be afraid. i swear im not gonna cause any harm" says Telemachus as he catches the flower crown that hit his face. "my crew is at that beach, i told them to wait while i go explore the island. and wow what beautiful crown you made." says Telemachus softly as he hold the flower crown before putting it on his head.

the nymph looks at him with confusion, why isn't he scared, isn't he afraid that i might harm him? and why is he acting so nice and gentle, is he really a good person or is he just stupid?

"yea i was making that before you came and interrupted me" said [y/n] before thinking as she relax a little. maybe he isn't dangerous? maybe she should let her guards down for now.

"well, excuse me then. i was only searching for anything to eat. do you know anything or anywhere where we could find food?"

[y/n] think for moment, she could take him to circe, but no! what if she got them all in danger because of this? he's still a stranger. she can't lead someone she doesn't know to her home... to her sisters... to her mom? mother figure circe let's go.

"no" she said firmly as she looked at him, "i think you should leave because there's nothing for you in here"

Telemachus only sighs before start to talk again "well thanks, i guess" he sounds disappointed. which moves something inside of [y/n], pity? maybe. but deep inside she felt bad.

he turned to go back from where he came from, before [y/n] stops him. "wait!" she said a bit loudly as Telemachus stopped as he turned to look at her.

"Is there anything you want from me?" he said as he smiled a little at the nymph who was still standing in the same spot.

something about the way he smiles at her makes [y/n]'s heart beat faster, as her cheeks turn pink. why she's feeling like this? what is he doing to her.

the nymph finally comes back to reality as go back to where she was sitting before as she takes one of the fruits she was collecting before throwing it at him.

"take this and go away" she said as she couldn't take the fleeting he's causing her to feel, she collects her stuff quickly before running away not even giving Telemachus a chance to realize what's happening.

[y/n] was walking back to the palace as she makes sure no one follows her. and as she came back she saw circe standing at the entrance looking around and then her eyes spots her.

"[y/n]! where have you been? you took longer than usual i thought something bad happened to you." saud circe as she put her arms on the nymph shoulder as she started checking her making sure she didn't get any hurt.

"I'm fine... sorry that I stayed out for too long i.." [y/n] stops a little thinking If she should tell circe about what happened.. circe have always took care of her and her sisters.. she can't lie to her, even if she tries..

"what's wrong dear?" Circe asks as she starts taking her nymph inside the palace walking her to where the other nymph was. before they reach to the other [y/n] stop circe.

"i.. I've met someone...a sailor" her voice whispered as if she only wanted circe to hear that.

"what?? did he do something to you? what happened tell me?" circe says a little bit of worry, not to herself but to her nymphs. they're all like her daughters after all, she'll protect them at all costs. see what i did here??

"no no! he did nothing.. he was kinda and... beautiful.. " [y/n] whisper the last part to herself, but who's she's fooling? she talking to circe.

"beautiful? and what does a sailor do here anyway?" Circe asks as she looks at her nymph as if she is holding all the answers. which she is.

"he says he's here with his crew for food,i told him there was nothing here for them but then i felt bad and gave him a fruit"

"you shouldn't have done that!? he could be dangerous, you should have come to me immediately.." circe says as she pinches her nose bridge before releasing a deep sigh.

"he didn't seem dangerous and he says he won't cause any danger, I'm sorry" says [y/n] as she look down. "no it's fine, im not mad at you okay? you're safe and that's all that matters to me. here let's bring you back to your sisters okay?" she said as she smiled at her as she started leading her to where the rest of the nymphs was.

[y/n] smile , as she walking with circe. she's happy that she didn't need to lie to her, how can she after everything, circe will always make sure she's safe, her and her sisters.

Telemachus was walking through the forest as he was still holding the fruit the nymph gave him. she said there's nothing in here to eat, then how did she get this? why did lie to him? he made sure to not seem dangerous and offered peace, could she be protecting something?

all these thoughts run through his head as he looks at the fruit in his hand, he isn't sure of anything. but if there's something he's sure about is that she's the most beautiful nymph he has ever seen- no, the most beautiful woman he ever seen...

the way the sun kisses her skin... and the way her hair shines.. her beautiful eyes and soft cheeks.. her pink lips.. he Wonder how would they fee- NO!! what was he thinking??

she's a nymph and he's the prince itcha! for god's sake what is he thinking? he should probably go back to his crew and inform them, of course he won't tell them about her. but if she gave him this fruit, that means there's more on this Island.

note:writing this was so much fun y'all, i literally finished it in one go. anyway i Hope y'all like it and if there any issues with it please do say and I'll try to fix them💗💗

taglist:@pompeiiiiiisaidso this for you so<3

[2-dsimp]

Snippets on more cuckoo bird egg trauma but darling literally never leaves it unattended

And boom plot twist it's not from the cuckoo avians

Yandere Harpy x harpy darling

Tw: fem reader, heavy angst, gaslighting, manipulation, coercion, betrayal, emotional abuse, sabotage, mentions of miscarriage

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“Sweetheart? What is that doing in our nest?” Lynx asked, neck craning seeing you huddled over an egg. You perked up hearing your mates voice, then both of you had been trying for a clutch. But there was no luck so you happened to be acting as a foster mother for an hatchling that was recently abandoned.

“Ah the parents seemed to have left this poor baby behind. So I decided to raise it as one of our own.” You cooed, nuzzling at the little fuzzy avian babe. You were proud to showcase the baby to your mate.

“We can finally have that family we’ve always wanted, aren’t you happy?” You chirred, Hopes high in believing that the both of you would go on to raise the abandoned avian together.

“As our own…? Huh. Yeah I’m totally stoked love. This little one’s gonna be a hoot to raise ahahah.” Though his voice was humorous, you missed the dark expression on your mates face. His feathers bristled as he looked down at the hatchling with silent scorn. He couldn’t let his animosity show, not yet. The harpy knew you needed a bit of healing from failed baby making attempts. So he bid his time letting you live out your fantasy.

For a short while it was smooth sailing, from your perspective Lynx seemed happy to interact with the hatchling. Taking on the role of it’s father, the sight of them bonding gave you joy. Filling the emptiness in your heart of not being able to bare y’all’s own clutch.

But alas this temporary happiness wasn’t meant to last. One night you were awoken by the beating of wings and the shaking of your shoulders. The hatchling in your arms was squirming letting out soft chirps of protest as if its peace was being threatened. Your eyes snapped open in alarm.

“Muse~ guess what? I found the little ones parents~!” Your heart dropped, feathers ruffling as you let out a small caw of disbelief. “What? What are you talking about?” Not trusting your own hearing. It couldn’t be true, it’d make no sense.

“Baby It took a couple days but I’ve managed to track em down. Being a celebrity does come with good connections am I right?” Lynx chimed cheekily, his wings happily fluttering directing your face to look at your baby. Fraternizing with their biological parents. The parents you had believed, no desperately wished were out of the picture.

“Lynx this is some cruel joke! Why have you gone out of your way to do something so, so unnecessary!” You cried, he knew, he knew how much you needed this. The peace only a family could bring. After mourning the loss of your former chicks that never came to be. That child you took underneath your wing was to be your pride and joy. “You didn’t see what I saw! They were abandoned! Unwanted! We—”

“You thought they were abandoned, but we both know that’s just not true baby.” He cut you off with a sickeningly sweet coo. His talons tethered you down in place. His clawed hands squishing your cheeks forcing you to watch the tear jerking reunion. “See? The little one was separated from its parents not abandoned!”

“No, no Lynx that’s our baby, I found em, we were happy raising them together. You made a mistake. It can’t be their real parents—“ You uttered, eyes welling up with tears not wishing to see anymore. Your mate’s wings enshrouded you both in a tight hug. His voice ringing in your ears, entirely dismissive. “Listen, honey you made an honest mistake. But it’s okay!”

“It’s not okay—“ Lynx shushed you, with a finger to your lips. As he continued to prattle off, in an upbeat chirp ignoring your weak protest. “Yknow, after I reached out to them, they thanked us both nonstop for temporarily taking care of their hatchling” He emphasized the word temporary, wanting you to understand that lil ball of fluff didn’t belong to you. That it never did have a place within y’all’s nest. As he’d never accept any hatchling that didn’t come from y’all’s sacred union.

“The mister and missus gave us some nesting gifts! Some freshly gathered fertility herbs to get our own clutch going. Aren’t they so nice?” His words amplified by the happy trilling of the chick’s parents becoming reacquainted with their long lost hatchling. It was a genuine show of belonging which shattered your delusions.

“Oh darling, don’t be sad, soon enough we’ll have our own clutch. Tonight I’ve got a good feeling you’re gonna take. Now cmon let’s show our guests out. We’ll put those fertility herbs to use once they’re gone mkay?”

————

Little did you know those harpies were paid actors, right after they left from y’all’s nested home. Lynx, sneakily wired cash into the “parents” bank accounts as they flew away with the confused avian chick in their arms. Where it was dropped off at an orphanage, forever lost to the system. You couldn’t hear its cries for you, the sad chirps yearning for you to come back. To embrace them within your warmth. The baby was always calling out for you, their mama.

[beautiful-is-boring]

Hc's of Levi Ackerman eating his girl out (aka you!)

MDNI, this is Levi x fembodied!reader smut, and this is my first time writing something smutty so this is not that good and i also became shy in the middle lol, not proofread.

Listen. When I say he's obsessed, it means OBSESSED

Totally just gets in there.

His clean freak tendencies that drive him crazy at a bit of mess? Poof. Gone. Nothing holds him back when it comes to his one and only. Especially when it comes to eating you out.

Will eat you out in any position - front, back, sitting on his face, anything.

You can probably bribe him or motivate him by offering to sit on his face later that night. He's that into it.

He would gently run his mouth down, kissing your inner thighs, and his breath would be warm and ticklish on your skin. He'll kiss his way down your body slowly and sensually, giving every inch of your hips, your gorgeous thighs he loves so much, and eventually your pussy, his ample attention and love.

He's a bit of a tease, and regardless of whether he's being gentle or rough, he takes his time to leave hickeys on your inner thighs around your entrance. Oh, and if he's not already pinning down your thighs and spreading them apart with his hands to expose your pussy for him? Then make sure to wrap those thighs around his head and lock them there. He'll go crazy but in the best of ways.

If he's doing foreplay and preparing you for his cock for sex he'll occasionally put his fingers in, first one then two, and then pump them in and out of your squelching hole gently while his tongue works on your clit at the same time.

For other times however, he just wants to eat so he'll hook his arms around your thighs, spread them, and get to enjoying his favourite meal.

Wasting even a single drop of your precious juices is a sin according to him. He'll lap it up.

Whether or not he has experience before you is something i'll leave upto you, but his mouth has skill.

He'll start off by admiring your pussy and then giving it a slow, gentle, loving lick, a broad stripe against your wet folds, to appreciate your taste.

His tongue spends a lot of time at your sensitive clit but he switches up his movements to make your squirm and scream.

He would run his tongue along your wet slit, tongue travelling to your sensitive bundle of nerves and circling it. When you moan, he simply smirks against your wet pussy and makes it wetter than before by flicking his tongue against your clit in circles, left to right, up to down, figure 8, and doing it again.

He would slowly insert his tongue and lap you up happily, and then go back to having fun with your clit, and then back again to your dripping hole.

If he's in a chill mood, I think he would like to take little breaks sometimes and simply admire your pretty pussy and the wetness that's dribbling out, before leaning in again and licking it right off of you.

Levi would totally tease you a lot when he's eating out your cunt. If he's feeling authoritative or playful, he'll tell you to beg if you wanna come. He'll keep that up, deny you your release and once you do finish, you'll get to rest if he's feeling merciful. Otherwise he's just gonna straight up overstimulate you, make you whimper and squirm as he makes you come on his tongue multiple times. He will leave you spent.

He doesn't care about the position as long as he gets to lick your pussy. From the front, from the back, top, standing, sitting, shower - he likes them all. But I think his favourite is one where you're lying on your back or maybe propped up on the headboard and he's facing you as he eats you out so that he can look at your face when you finish. Post war levi, however, probably prefers it if you sit right on top of his face.

If its post-war levi, you can defo feel the healed scar on his lips when he eats you out and feels SO damn good. A little ticklish, a little rough, but amazing and Levi knows it.

Loves loves LOVES to mark you up. He leaves little hickeys on your pelvic are and your hips and most definitely on your sensitive inner thighs.

If he could choose how to die, this is the way he'd wanna go.

[gifti3]

mc lmao...

[starstruckbich]

🫦 you've been a brat

summary: your girlfriend decides to put you in your place for being a brat.

tags: 18+mdni men dni dom!abby, sub!reader, bratty!reader, degradation, fingering, finger sucking, hair pulling, missionary, strap-on usage.

note: im so down bad for muscular women its insane. anyways, loser ellie is next. Enjoy!

You know you haven't been on your best behaviour lately but you just can't help it.

Everything just angers you, and perhaps it's your hormones talking, but you've been an absolute brat. Abby noticed it too.

She noticed how you roll your eyes when things don't go your way, how you bother her at work on purpose, noticed the times you either shoo her away or demand her attention right that instant.

If you weren't the love of her life and just some rando, you would've gotten your ass beat a long time ago.

"seriously what the fuck is up with you these days?" Abby grabs your shoulders, a mix of concern and annoyance on her face.

"oh my goddd, do you mind?" you snap your shoulders away, rolling your eyes at her.

"fuck no you're not doing that again, look at me." She grabs your chin, a hint of desperation on her face. "why are acting like that? what, is there someone else?"

"God I wish." You chuckle, a smug look on your face as you look away. You were just trying to get under her skin a little.

Bad decision.

"mmf-! b-baby it was a joke- please!" Your legs tremble as Abby pumps her fingers into you, mouth on your ear as she places her arm around your neck. "m'sorry!"

"oh now you're sorry huh? fucking slut." She pumps her fingers faster into your sopping pussy, leaving you a whimpery mess.

"i'm not...!" You gasp, used to the praise she gives you in bed, not this.

"oh yeah? then why is she clenching around my fingers like she wants to cut em' off?" She chuckles angrily, still pissed at your comment from earlier.

"who does this pussy belong to? say it." She groans in your ear, palm pressing so intensely agaisnt your clit.

"to you! it's yours!" You yell, attempting to get some mercy from her, because you know that she sure as hell isn't going to let you come soon if you keep the bratty attitude up.

"good girl..." She kisses the side of your face, hitting that sweet sweet spot she knows you love.

"c-can i come? p-please I won't do it again!" You plead with her, looking at her with those watery puppy eyes.

"im not that stupid." she pulls her fingers out of your pussy, pulling you by your hair to make you sit up.

Without warning she shoves her two fingers into your mouth, pressing them agaisnt your tongue. "Cmon, suck, since you can't shut the fuck up."

You immediately start sucking her fingers like a good girl, looking up at her as you feel your own taste on your tongue.

"there we go..." She grins, caressing your face with her other hand. "pretty fuckin' sight..."

But she wasn't done with you yet.

Now you're layed down on her bed, legs spread as the tip of her girthy strap slides through your folds, leaving your pussy a wet, puffy mess.

"ah look at that... You want it baby? You want this cock ramming into you until you cum? Look at me."

"yes baby, i want it, please m'sorry, I'll be good i swear..." You plead. God you need her so bad, you need her to fuck the shit out of you right now.

Before you know it you're getting absolutely destroyed, eyes rolling to the back of your head, gripping the sheets so tight you swear you'll rip them up anytime soon.

She presses down on your stomach, seeing the bulge reappearing every time she thrusts into you. "oh yeah, fuck look at that... "I wish" tsk, those bitches can't fuck you like you do..."

"you wanna come baby? you wanna come for me?" She says, sensing you're close. And god you are. So fucking close.

"fuck Abby im gonna cum! Im gonna cum!" With the speed she's ramming into you. It would be impossible not to.

She fucks you through your orgasm, laughing as your fluids fly everywhere, your back arching off the matress. Your girlfriend lays down with you, placing a kiss on your lips.

"you better not ever do that shit to me again, yeah?"

You nod, fucked out of your mind.

"look at you, can't even speak." She grins, looking down. "Shit, i forgot to place a towel..."