#anon asks💋

[oliviasturniolo21]

https://www.tiktok.com/@sturnioloteam/video/7308195480939416838

this only strengthens the argument that chris is a tit guy

🔗

Chris is definitely a tits guy no doubts

[hyruling]

omggggggg 58 + 60 for the intimacy prompts mwah mwah mwah 🥰🥰🥰

60. sitting in their lap

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“Dude. I know you heard me call seat check.”

Chim shrugs, tucked into Buck’s spot between Eddie and Maddie on the couch, smugly eating the popcorn that Buck and Eddie had been sharing before he got up to pee. “I heard no such thing.”

“You’re blocking the TV,” Ravi complains, but Buck ignores him. 

“Come on, you all heard me. I was only gone for like, three minutes.”

“Wife privilege trumps seat check rules,” Chim argues, tossing popcorn in his mouth with a shit eating grin. He wraps his free arm around Maddie, who’s focused on the movie and studiously ignoring them both. 

“That’s not a thing—”

“It is when it’s our first night out of the house since the baby was born,” Chim argues. “Or I could use the captain card if you prefer.”

“Abuse of power,” Ravi mutters, and Buck points to him excitedly. 

“Yes, exactly, thank you Ravi!”

“I think you should use it though,” Ravi continues to Chim, and Buck gapes while Chim does a stupid fist pump. “We’re missing the climax of the movie dude. Just sit on the floor.”

“Easy for you to say from your high horse in the comfy armchair. The floor is hard on my leg,” Buck says. It’s only half true, but he’ll use whatever excuse he can to win one over on his brother in law. 

“You sit on the floor all the time,” Hen interjects from her spot on the loveseat, curled up cozily with Karen, also ignoring them. 

“Irrelevant,” Buck says with a dismissive gesture. “The point is, I called seat check, and what kind of society are we if we can’t even respect the sanctity of—”

And Eddie, who until now had been silently observing with an amused grin, rolls his eyes and sighs, “Dios, come here.”

He wraps a big hand around Buck’s wrist and tugs until he has nowhere to go but Eddie’s lap. Buck falls limply down, trying not to crush him at the last second by throwing an arm across the back of the couch. Eddie situates him across his legs, his back against the armrest next to Eddie, and if he weren’t struck so dumb by the whole thing he would put his feet in Chim’s face just to be annoying. 

“Happy now?” Eddie mutters in his ear.

“Uh,” Buck says intelligently. 

Eddie’s hand settles on his knee, the other resting behind Buck’s back along the armrest. Everyone’s eyes are on them when Buck looks up, but Eddie’s are on the screen. His cheeks are a little pink, but otherwise he appears normal. 

“Wow,” Chim says after a minute. “An instant Buck-Off button.”

“Shhh,” Eddie hushes him before Buck has a chance. “Some of us are watching the movie.”

Chim shakes his head with a short laugh and finally turns his attention back to the screen, and the rest of the room follows suit.

Buck is, ostensibly, also watching the movie, but he has no idea what’s happening. Gun to his head he couldn’t name a single actor in it, despite having watched the last hour and a half before Eddie rewired his synapses. All he can focus on is Eddie, the feel of his chest rising and falling against his arm, his thumb rubbing unconscious little circles against Buck’s elbow, the heavy weight of his hand on his knee.

“You okay?” Eddie whispers after who knows how long, quiet in Buck’s ear. 

Buck turns. Eddie’s eyes are dark in the dim room, his face much closer than Buck anticipated. He nods and tries to get a grip, though Eddie must be able to feel the way his heart is beating with the arm tucked around his back. 

“Yeah, I’m great,” he answers softly. 

“Sure? I can sit on the floor, if you’d rather not—”

Buck is shaking his head before he can finish the sentence. “No, no, this is — yeah, this is perfect.”

Perfect? He cringes internally, but Eddie isn’t fazed in the slightest. In fact he smiles, soft and pleased and all for Buck, and his heart rate kicks up another notch. 

They finish the movie twenty minutes later. Buck’s had to pee for a good fifteen of that, but he refused to get up — he doesn’t have the kind of luck that will afford him a second chance at this. He doesn’t even get up when everyone else stands to stretch and refill their drinks, perfectly content to stay where he is for as long as Eddie will allow it. 

Similarly, Eddie doesn’t push him off the second it becomes acceptable to do so. In fact he encourages Buck to stretch his legs out on the couch with a silent pat on his thigh.

“Am I crushing you?” Buck asks when they’re the only ones still in the room. 

Eddie shakes his head and gives his knee a squeeze. “Nah. You’re kind of like a weighted blanket.”

Buck flushes and looks away. Feels ridiculous, like he’s fifteen again and being flirted with by Cassie McDaniel in homeroom — except they’re in their thirties, and Eddie isn’t flirting. He’s just being Eddie. The New Eddie, as Buck has coined it in his head; the one that came back from El Paso with a twinkle in his eye that Buck can’t quite parse. He’s the same old Eddie but lighter, somehow — more free with his touches and casual affection in a way that Buck very much enjoys, despite the way it’s slowly driving him insane.

Like now, for instance.

“Your ass is kinda bony though.”

Buck scoffs, affronted, and Eddie laughs. His hand tightens on Buck’s knee when he tries to shift his weight off Eddie’s thighs. “Didn’t say you needed to move.”

“Well I’d hate for my bony ass to dig into your perfect thighs.”

“Perfect, huh?” Eddie teases, and there’s that fucking twinkle again.

“Mediocre. Above average. I know you skip leg day at least once a week.”

“How many times can we have this argument?”

“It’s not an argument, it’s a healthy discussion.”

“Core strength is more important than having huge biceps, and as a firefighter, you should understand that—”

“Well those huge biceps have saved a lot of people, didn’t hear them complaining.”

“I’m definitely not complaining either, but my point is—”

“Are you two gonna cuddle on my couch all night?”

They look up to see Hen standing over them, hands on her hips and brow raised suspiciously. 

“Maybe,” Eddie says before Buck can come up with anything. “You got something to say about it?”

“Only that you have your own house to be weird in,” she says with an eye roll. “And that Buck promised to help clean after the fiasco with the fondue last month.”

“Shit, I did,” Buck says, gingerly getting up so he doesn’t hurt Eddie with his bony ass. Eddie squeezes his hip as he goes though and nearly sends him sprawling. He just blinks innocently up at Buck when he whirls on him, self-satisfied little smile on his face that Buck wants to—

Nope. Not going there. He trails off after Hen and decidedly does not think about it. 

He doesn’t think about it when Eddie comes in to help clean, hip checking him at the sink. Or when they say their goodbyes to everyone at the door, and Eddie presses little smacking kisses to Karen and Hen and Maddie’s cheeks that he pretends he’s not wildly jealous of. Or when Eddie leads him to the truck with a hand on his lower back, and keeps it there until Buck rounds the hood to the drivers seat. He doesn’t think about it on the drive home, Eddie quiet in that way he gets sometimes after one too many drinks, and he definitely doesn’t stare at Eddie’s ‘perfect’ thighs when he changes into his sleep shorts and sinks onto the couch next to Buck. 

“That was fun,” Eddie says, relaxing until his head rests on the back of the couch.

“Yeah. Super fun.”

It’s quiet again, only sound coming from the TV playing on low. Buck keeps his eyes glued to it, though he’s not taking in a single thing Mrs. Brady is saying. 

“You’re thinking pretty loud over there bud,” Eddie says during a commercial break. 

Buck chances a look at him, and it’s a mistake. He looks so soft, relaxed against the cushions, wearing a baggy tank and shorts that ride up well above what Buck would consider an appropriate length. Buck looks quickly away. 

“Hey. I didn’t make you uncomfortable earlier, did I?” Eddie asks.

“No,” Buck answers, and forces himself to make eye contact. Eddie looks a little unsure, and Buck quickly shakes his head. “No, I told you it was fine, I promise, I just. I’m tired, I guess. Karen’s sangria always sneaks up on me.”

Eddie nods. “Yeah I know. Wanna share the bed tonight?” 

Buck flushes, and this time it’s definitely not dark enough for Eddie not to notice. It shouldn’t be a big deal — they’ve shared the bed a few times since Eddie and Chris came home, usually after a particularly grueling shift where their exhaustion ran too deep to tolerate the couch, and it’s been fine.

Only the last time it happened, he woke up to Eddie curled around his back, hand curled possessively in the front pocket of his hoodie. And in his half-conscious state Buck had thought, this is how I want to wake up everyday. He’s avoided sharing ever since. 

“Nah, couch—couch is fine,” Buck stutters. 

“Buck. Come on, talk to me, what’s got you so freaked?”

“I’m not freaked,” Buck lies, and turns back to the TV. “I’m not. Just. Brain is too loud tonight, I guess.”

He sees Eddie nod in his peripheral. “Well, I wasn’t kidding earlier you know.”

“About what?”

“You feeling like a weighted blanket,” Eddie clarifies. 

Buck’s head snaps to the left. Eddie looks serious as a heart attack — which, incidentally, Buck may be currently having. 

“So…”

“So,” Eddie echoes.

He inches closer until their thighs are touching. Buck watches in a weird sort of trance as Eddie twists and swings a leg over, hovering above Buck’s thighs. “This okay?”

Buck unsticks his tongue from the roof of his mouth and says, “Yeah—yes. Yeah.”

Eddie smiles and sits fully, and then they’re just staring at each other. Buck keeps his hands firmly to himself, while Eddie’s rest comfortably on Buck’s shoulders. 

“See what I mean?”

Buck blinks, remembers the weird metaphor they’re operating under. “Um, sort of. You’re only—I-I mean there’s only weight on my legs.”

“Good point.”

Slowly, as if he’s anticipating Buck to call their game of chicken and push him off, Eddie leans forward and wraps his arms around Buck’s shoulders, pressing their chests together. Buck feels his chin dig sharp into his shoulder before he adjusts and lays his cheek against his collarbone. 

“How’s that?” Eddie asks, slightly muffled. 

Buck inhales, feels Eddie move with him on the exhale, and it’s — well, Eddie wasn’t lying. Eddie lets his full weight press against Buck and it's comforting, to say the least. Electrifying, because it’s Eddie, and yet as the minutes pass he can feel his heart rate slow, his breathing ease. He feels their chests rise and fall together, Eddie’s warm weight settling him in a way nothing has in a long time — maybe ever. His mind goes pleasantly blank, even when one of Eddie’s hands starts to comb through the hair at the nape of his neck. 

“It’s nice,” Buck answers belatedly, and Eddie chuckles at the sleepy timbre of his voice. “I see what you mean.”

“Right?” Eddie says, scratching gently at his scalp, and it feels so good he melts even deeper into the couch cushions. “You can touch me too, you know.”

“Oh,” Buck mutters, and picks his hands up from where they’d been resting awkwardly next to Eddie’s thighs. He wraps them tentatively around Eddie’s back; Eddie makes a contented humming sound in response. 

They stay that way for a long time, until the late night rerun ends and another episode begins. Buck’s hands drift after awhile, smoothing up and down Eddie’s back slowly, thumbs rubbing circles against his scapula and vertebrae. 

“Hey Eddie.”

He’s half asleep, and Eddie is so big and warm in his arms, and it makes him reckless. Eddie’s ear is so close to Buck’s mouth he can whisper what he hasn’t dared speak out loud. 

“Yeah Buck?” Eddie says just as softly. 

“I need to tell you something. No – don’t, don’t get up.” He wraps a hand around the back of Eddie’s neck to keep him still. 

Eddie huffs but stays put. “You’re not about to tell me you’re moving, are you?”

There’s such an air of dread and petulance in his tone that Buck laughs. 

“No. Didn’t, uh, know you had such strong feelings about that.”

“Well. I do.”

“It’s not that,” Buck says, and Eddie exhales against his neck. “But you might, uh—you might want me to when I—”

“No I won’t,” Eddie interrupts, leaving no room for argument. “Tell me.” 

Buck swallows, hard enough that Eddie must hear it. But he waits patiently, one of his thumbs tracing figure eights on the back of Buck’s neck, and for some reason that is what finally breaks through his thinly guarded veneer.

“I think I’m in love with you.” 

The figure eight stutters to a stop, but Eddie doesn’t move an inch. If anything, he covers Buck with his weight even more, somehow, and Buck feels his nose brush his clavicle. 

“And you think I want you to move out because of that?” 

“I—well, maybe, I don’t want to make you feel—I don’t know. Actually, can we pretend I didn’t say anything?” 

“No,” Eddie says. And then nothing else. 

“I—Eddie you gotta—you gotta say something. Tell me to fuck off, or that it’ll never happen but you value our friendship anyway, o-or that nothing will change between us—”

“Hmm, no. None of those sound like me.” 

“You literally said that last one. Basically verbatim, less than a year ago.” 

“Yeah, but I was lying then. I don’t want to lie to you again.” 

“Eddie, come on, what does that me—” 

But in one swift move Eddie sits up, catches Buck’s face between his hands, and kisses him. 

It’s a short kiss, a dry brush of slightly chapped lips, but it manages to alter his entire worldview in the five or so seconds it last before Eddie pulls away. Buck gets a brief glimpse of his pink cheeks before he tucks his head back against Buck’s shoulder. 

“There you go sweetheart,” Eddie mumbles, voice drawling the way it does when he’s tired. “My knees have about another five minutes of this before I need to get up, let's not waste them.” 

“Okay,” Buck says in a ragged voice that doesn’t quite sound like his. A voice belonging to a mouth that has kissed Eddie Diaz, and therefore irrevocably changed. 

True to his word, Eddie continues to crush him into the couch for another five minutes, until his racing heart slows again and their eyes are half-lidded and drowsy when Eddie sits up. 

“That was nice,” he says with a smile.

“Y-yeah, it was,” Buck agrees, squeezing Eddie’s thighs. “Same time tomorrow?”

Eddie huffs out a little laugh, and though Buck was half joking, Eddie nods and presses his forehead against Buck’s shoulder. Buck drops a kiss to the crown of his head before he can quite stop himself, and Eddie makes that same happy humming sound Buck wants to chase for the rest of his life. 

“Yeah. I’ll see you there.”

—

[tra1nchi]

Hello <33 may can we have a top male hero reader fucking a sub villain?

💋anon

Time to lock in,, MINORS DNI!! Top male reader,,Hero reader,, pathetic villian :(,, crying,, hair pulling,,size diff,,masturbation

You were the definition of a hero,,a symbol of peace and something children and adults could all look up to,,he was so incredibly jealous of you!! He was nothing like you,,

He was shy,nervous and meek when he was young,, only finding comfort in his superhero comics so when he grew older and saw you,,an actual real life hero,, he was smitten,,he needed to be like you >□<

Making a makeshift outfit to look like yours,,getting mocked for it,,being called the cheap knockoff by the press,,he couldn't handle it so now his only desire was revenge,,

Your hand muffled his pathetic moans,,trying to squirm away from your strong grip!! He had been beaten by you once again,,now stuck underneath you with your hard cock pressing against his thigh!!

"I won't do it again! I'm sorry!" He whines out,,his hair being gripped tightly in your large hands,,gasping for breath as he tries to stop his eyes from rolling back at you taking control of his pliant body,,

Ignoring how tears flow down his cheeks from how long you've been spanking his exhausted ass,,red, raw and sore as he tries to slap your rough hand away from his sensitive skin!!

Fucking him up against a wall,,pulling his hair back as your masked face leaned down close to his,,his cheeks blushed red,,his breathing shaky as soft gasps leave his mouth each time your cock hits deep inside of him!!

Jerking off to seeing your firgure in the media,,using the piece of fabric that ripped off from your suit against his drooling dick,,his moans reverberated through the apartment as he came on his newest scheme plans :((

[demothers-empty-blog]

Mother mother the people humbly beg for sfw loser!Konig pleas please all we ever see is nsfw and it drives us up the wall

Oh babes, it would be an honour to provide something sfw for my munchkins mhm mhm🙂‍↕️ ‘tis the whole reason why this account exists!

CW: sfw loser!könig - loser, can’t-get-his-words-out!könig

He never considered himself a loser, honestly, never saw the appeal in ‘scoring’ himself a girlfriend either. Treasuring someone was more up his lane, if life could grant him such a blessing.

Loser!König didn’t want to admit it, but he fantasized about that once in a lifetime love you find only in storybooks and if waiting for that perfect partner makes him a full blown loser, then so be it.

He saw you in everything, books he thought you might like, imagining getting you a bouquet he saw in a flower shop just to see your pretty face light up. He’ll go on wondering how was your day, how you were doing, what you were thinking about.

Loser!König would catch himself oftentimes looking up at the moon, quietly hoping you were gazing at it too.

The daydreaming alone was enough to have that mountain of a man feeling giddy out of the blue. Man was he eager to show you the world through his eyes, what he wouldn’t do the minute he found sweet old you.

Loser!König met you for the first time at the Museum of Military History in Vienna, a place of comfort, close to home. He didn’t want to go out that day but did he ever take back that sentiment the moment his baby blues landed on you.

He never believed this day would arrive, so good it might as well be a dream. His first thought was that you were beautiful.

Naturally, he got nervous, palms sweating, heartbeat picking up by a smidge, even his skin prickled with a tingly warmth. His three friends manage to spot where, or who he was looking at. One of them nudges his rib with an elbow, eyebrows waggling suggestively.

The nudge hurt, suggesting he wasn’t dreaming.

“Go ask her out.” He urges, those words alone made König want to bolt. No amount of hype would make this man budge, so, the one who previously spoke up made his way towards you with a shit eating grin and a skip in his step.

Loser!König had to be held in place before relenting, or else he was good as gone. For such an imposing man, he sure moved quickly.

“Excuse me, Miss,” he says, “can I have a moment of your time?”

You set down the pamphlet you held to your side, turning around to face a person you’ve never met, unsure of what he wanted.

You were just visiting and honestly doubted you could be much help but you were willing to try.

He seemed apologetic, polite, a little performative if you were being honest. But you hear him out, “My friend—he’s a bit shy, but he thinks you’re really cute and was wondering if he could get your number?”

The man with the short, blond hair jabs a thumb over his shoulder and your eyes land on the well fed being behind him, meekly hiding behind a grim looking novel.

The book turned out to be Without Justice We Are Shadows by S. N. Kissack, vol. 1 of 3. That’s a coincidence, you own the second.

Admittedly, the texting was dry and he refused to answer your call.

It was an awkward first date, yet the both of you manage to bond over the final volume and agreed to a second one.

It took König three dates to come out of his shell.

Cut to two weeks later and you now have a 260lbs teddy bear by your side at all times. Could be worse, you don’t hate it, König certainly looks content. Way more of a bookworm than you originally thought.

And do you ever make his resolve break.

Any request that leaves your lips, he’s scrambling to get it. Cover his fat head in kisses as a reward and watch this hardened soldier melt in real time.

Loser!König finally has the chance to participate in every boyfriend activity he missed out on, even if it meant dragging him around a Sephora store and using the back of his hand for swatches.

Loser!König will let you put a face mask on him just as long as you are his player 2 in Rainbow Six Siege, yes he has a score to settle.

Loser!König will shadow box you.

As sweet as he is, he is still… a bit of a creep.

Having spent the majority of his time alone, Loser!König has become observant, to say the least. Don’t be alarmed when he suddenly surprises you with something you offhandedly mentioned one time or spared a glance at while shopping. He will get both.

Loser!König will follow you home. Not that way. You know he’s behind you somewhere, but he gives you the benefit of the doubt that he’s not by hanging back enough where you can’t see him.

That man is not free from the underwear stealing accusations. And the shirts, it’s mostly the shirts.

He’s more of a cryptid than anything, if ever you lost something, odds are it’s in his room.

[mochinomnoms]

whatever vaquita anon is on, i need some. the thumping tail and purring fish??? *ascends* whenever youre free i beg of you to add more onto it

anyways love them, big smooch 💋

love you, big smooch 💋

MWA~💋

💋anon

MMMMMWAH!

I imagine it's quite cute when they're sleepy. Even in their human forms, they still have some mer features that translate over.

I think they still can purr and chirp, as well as clack their jaws. It's a big unnerving to hear such sounds from someone who looks human, but also you know they're not human.

It might just be a bit weird, hearing a clicking sound come from his throat when you scratch a spot on his scalp that feels juuuust right. But it's him, your spooky scary eelmer, and you can be at ease knowing that the sounds he makes are because he's content and comfortable.

Floyd might be more inclined to vocalize his pleasure, he's never been shy with his feelings. If he's getting a good back scratch and kisses from his mate, then why shouldn't he be loud and proud about it? Occasionally you'll have your friends walk into Ramshackle and find a large Floyd completely engulfing you in his arms as he rests on your belly. He's purring and smiling as he cuddles into you, it's almost a sweet view if the others forgot just who Floyd was. You'd think rumors and jokes would spread about him being a big soft sap, until someone makes the wrong comment about him being your little pet. Then they remember the strengths that morays are known for when they feel a crack in their ribs.

Jade, on the other hand, is always reserved in his affections. He doesn't hide that he's without, everyone knows, as he's quite blunt about it. People also notice that he is a bit more close and touchy with you than others: hovering around you, touching the small of your back, offering his arm to walk with you to class. It's all quite gentlemanly, which is the exact image Jade wants everyone to have. It's why you will only ever catch him curled into your side, arms wrapped around you as he breathes into your neck. It's not quite as loud as his merform, but you can feel the vibration from his soft purrs as you scratched his back under his loose shirt, dressed for sleep instead of the usual suits and uniforms. You two are in his room, where no one else can interrupt you or see him so vulnerable. Except Floyd and Azul, the former making increasingly complicated efforts to barge in mid-cuddle to take pictures for their mom (and blackmail). Unfortunately, Jade has a sixth sense for his brother and his mischief (mostly to join in) and you'd often find yourself mid-scratch when Jade suddenly launches up to tackle a barging Floyd. Swiftly and smoothly, Jade is able to kick Floyd out and hold his phone hostage for a few more hours until his brother starts trying to crawl in the vents, in which case cuddles are canceled until Floyd is bored again.

[snow-blower]

no bc i’m on my period rn and i just cried over the fact that robb is not real and he’s not hugging me rn… 😭

- 💋

What do you mean? Robb is real. He's so fucking real. Here, I'll prove it in this little drabble whilst I further procrastinate on smut fics. This is also unedited and I'm tired so it's a major mess, sorry bout that 😔

Masterlist

Robb's warmth surrounds you as you cuddle in bed, his arms securely wrapped around your smaller frame. There's a comfort in his warmth, in the way he wraps you up safely in his arms. The warmth of a fire or a million furred blankets couldn't quite compare to Robb's warmth. No — his is far more comforting. Like a home you wish to never leave.

You could feel each huff of his breath against your neck, goosebumps prickling on the skin there. Robb's limbs were intertwined with your own. It was a mess of limbs, really. You couldn't quite tell if it was your leg there or his leg here.

Your chambers were still blanketed in darkness, shadows dancing in the corners and the hearth reduced to a small flickering flame.

Shifting slightly beneath the furs, the ever-dull ache that woke you up twisted in your gut once more, wringing a huff of displeasure from your lips. Your moonblood had been wringing out pain throughout the past week. It has been never-ending, and you've found yourself debating praying to the gods in the Godswood, in hopes it would make it stop for a mere moment.

You weren't quick enough to stifle the groan you let out as your mind began to fully register the aches and pains, for Robb stirs behind you. His arms tighten around your waist, further pulling you against him. His chest presses against your back, his chin resting atop your soft shoulder as his eyes flick open.

“Darling? Are you still in pain?” He asks softly, his voice husky and deep with sleep. The words are murmured against your neck, his beard brushing softly against the skin there, tickling you almost.

A nod from you as you curl in on yourself has Robb sighing softly. His hand, large and rough but always ever so gentle with you, moves from your waist to rest over your stomach. You can feel the warmth of his palm through your nightgown and find it helps a little with the pain.

“Lie still, darling.” He coaxes softly, holding you steady as you try to shift and curl in on yourself more.

He starts to rub small circles on your stomach, soothing the sore muscles there. The action holds a steady warmth that you easily melt into. It lessens the pain but doesn't make it disappear completely, much to your dismay.

“Better?” He asks, rewarding you with a kiss to your shoulder when you nod tiredly once more. “Good.” He hums, never once stopping his gentle caress.

His other hand finds your own beneath the furs, lacing your fingers together. He brings your joined hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

There's a peaceful silence between you both as you lay there wrapped in his arms. Though, it lasts only a mere moment before you speak up for the first time since waking. “You're warm,” you breathe out in a sigh, turning your head a little in an attempt to hide your face in the warmth of his neck.

Those words pull a chuckle from him, an amused smile tugging at his lips. “Well, someone has to keep my Queen from freezing,” he murmurs playfully, his smile growing at the huffed chuckle you let out.

"Try to get some more sleep, love." He lets go of your hand as he speaks, reaching to tug the furs up to your chin before grasping your hand in his own once more. A small murmur of okay from you, Robb murmurs back a soft, "Good girl."

Robb waits for you to drift back to sleep before even thinking of falling asleep himself. He watches your eyes flutter closed, your breathing evening out and your body further relaxing against his own.

He remains awake a little longer, his hand never stilling on your stomach. Pressing another kiss to your shoulder, he lets himself drift back off to sleep too, his warmth still surrounding you.

[angrythingstarlight]

Do detectives or agents ever have an eye on Mal to see her connection to Bucky and try to get information?

Yes!!! I've been teasing @moodboardsnfanfics about this particular idea forever.

I have a good portion of it written and it's one of my favorite things I've ever done.

Bucky's reaction when he discovers that the feds are trying to coerce his sweet wife into ratting on him is both intoxicating and not at all unexpected for the mobster.

[nateezfics]

111 + 118 + 126 + Jongho - 💋

111 — “just sit on my fucking face already.”

118 — “s-stop leaving marks on my neck. i have a presentation first thing in the morning.” “then i get to leave marks anywhere below the neck?”

126 — “why’d you stop?” “because you sounded too fucking good and so i had like, a moment.”

smut/nsfw; oral (f receiving), face sitting, marking; mdni

sex wasn’t necessarily on your mind at first, but after soft kisses turned into a deep, needy make out on your boyfriend’s couch, things quickly escalated.

jongho’s lips traveled down the length of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. you whined above him and your fingers tangled into his hair just as he stopped to suck on a particularly sensitive part of your neck. he was undoubtedly intending to leave marks, something he loved to do when he had you like this. you whined, pushing him away until his mouth detached from your neck. “s-stop leaving marks on my neck. i have a presentation first thing in the morning.”

jongho gazed up at you, and from the way he smirked, it almost seemed like he didn’t even care about your presentation in the morning; like he wanted you to go up in front of everyone with his marks all over your skin. “then i get to leave marks anywhere below the neck?”

you huffed. “yes, just anywhere but my neck.” your skin prickled with anticipation as you thought about his mouth all over your skin. you were kissing him again a moment later, your mouths slotting together in a mess of teeth and tongue. clothes fell away rapidly until you were both bare and you were fully seated on his cock.

jongho sucked on the skin between your breasts just as his hands brought your hips down again, cock driving into your cunt in a way that had both of you releasing a string of curses. your chest was littered with his masks, a constellation of red and blue hues. he continued, lips sucking on every inch of skin he could reach while you bounced on his cock.

you were a complete mess already. with his mouth all over you and his cock stretching you wide, you were like a broken record, moans and cries falling from your mouth continuously. you felt too good to even attempt to keep quiet, and quickly you began to tumble towards your release until you felt his hands hold you in place, effectively ripping your orgasm out of your reach. “why’d you stop?”

he groaned into your chest, fingertips digging crescents into your flesh. “because you sounded too fucking good so i had like,” jongho paused and sucked in a breath, “a moment. and god, you’re so tight. i’m about to fucking bust, and i don’t wanna cum this soon.”

you laughed breathlessly while you raked your fingers through his hair. “am i affecting you that much, hm?”

jongho nodded. “god damn it, yes. now get up so i can lay on the floor. i want you to sit on my face. this way, i can make sure you get to cum before i take you on my cock again.”

you did as he said, though hesitantly. you were quick to miss the fullness of his cock, gazing upon it longingly as he situated himself on the carpeted floor. you straddled his waist. “are you sure? i mean, is the floor comfortable enough? we don’t have to —”

“just sit on my fucking face already.” his tone left no room for argument. you situated your thighs on either side of his head before sinking down. his tongue met with your clit and you moaned at the contact. his strong hands gripped your thighs and pulled your cunt further onto his face, leaving him little room to breathe, but he didn’t care. he lapped and sucked at your pussy like a man starved, and with his grip keeping you in place, you could only sit there and yield to the pleasure he gave you. “i’m gonna make you fall apart all over my face, and if you’re good, i’ll let you have my cock again.”

[oliviasturniolo21]

what emojis do u hate/makes you cringe?

I HATE THE LAUGHING EMOJI SM AND IDK WHY LIKEEE 🤣😂 EWWWWWW

[chikaras-garden]

I want dick to finger me in his suit because damn those fingers👀

-🌟 anon

You’re onto something.

“Couldn’t fucking wait, could you?”

You’re shoved up against a wall, cheek pressed to some fancy wainscoting in this dark hallway. Dick’s voice is no louder than a ragged sigh next to your ear, and that’s probably for the best: you’re supposed to be slipping into and out of Penguin’s hideout-du-jour, but…

“Suck on my fingers,” he husks, but he doesn’t wait for permission before shoving his middle and ring finger past your lips, the other two framing your chin. Blue spandex disappears into your mouth, and your eyes flutter closed in response. His other hand ghosts over your hip and ass, then hurriedly slips into the bottoms of your costume and between your thighs.

His fingers toy with your intimate curls and then your slick folds. When you softly moan, he simpers. “Shh, baby. My needy little girl wanted this, so this is what she gets.”

In acknowledgement of the negative amount of minutes you have to be doing this, Dick buries two fingers into your cunt and pumps with the same amount of force you just watched him use to take down a mob henchman intent on killing you. You squeeze your eyes shut to stop tears from forming while you struggle to breathe, suddenly dizzy as pleasure erupts in your stomach. Creamy white arousal drips down his knuckles, staining the cobalt fabric that stretches over his hand.

His lips find your throat: kissing, biting, licking. He’s going to bruise you, but that’s fine; his are the only bruises he likes to see on your pretty skin.

[freckliephil]

How do we know Dan stopped being loud when his mental health was bad?

i just mean like he dimmed his sparkle yknow. Like you can see it in his eyes. I switched from casual viewer to tumblr phannie back in 2015, and we talked about 2012-2014 like someone had died bc dan just seemed so checked out and miserable- not ALL the time, like he still was himself in a lot of ways and like, he put effort into maintaining a persona that kept a lot of his struggling hidden from us, but there are so many old videos and liveshow clips where you can just see how tired he is. and like idk, he just wasn’t the same goofy giggly kid he was in the beginning when youtube was just his hobby and something he did with phil for fun. And like idk it’s something you really can see if you go back and watch his videos from that era, he was so scared and he wasn’t in his body and he didn’t laugh as loud and he didn’t look at phil if he could manage it. And now he just does whatever he wants and he yaps about how much we mean to him and he spends half of every video trying to maintain direct eye contact with phil as if we’re not even here and he flings his limbs around and laughs with his whole body and screams about nothing and puts phil in his clothes and acts like he’s going to pass away about how hot he looks and idk where i was even going with this but idk. We know because we saw it happen and we can feel how different things are now and its truly so beautiful i love you dani snot

[tra1nchi]

Strong boyfriend that holds the biceps around his neck as just a small affection, but he didnt counted that the reader was so horny n he decided to ride him (help me, my horny ass is winning my whole personality)

💋Anon

MINORS DNI!! Bttm male reader,,just choking lol,,

Your boyfriend innocently wrapping his muscled arm around your neck,,your chin fit so perfectly in the crook of his elbow!! He had no idea how it made you feel,,feeling the warmth of his skin at such a area!! >□<

the first time he did it during sex awoke something in you,,His thighs were straddling your hips,,his body flushed up against you,,His lips latched onto your neck,,forcing you to stop squirming in his grip!!

You were being bratty,, moving your neck away from his mouth each time he tried to give you a hickey!! So he thought up of a solution :3 flipping you around roughly onto your back!!

His arm wrapping tightly around your neck catching you completely off guard!! It seemed to train you almost immediately,, your body no longer moving as his arm tightened around your neck!!

"Is this what you wanted? Not being able to breathe while I fuck you.." His voice was heavy with amusement,,hearing you let out such a pathetic whimper just from the prospect of him choking you even harder!!!

Even as he finally bottomed out inside of you,,he didn't remove his bicep!! Only going rougher on you at each thrust!! Only occasionally letting you take a breath everytime he pulls out!!

When you cum,,quicker then you usually do,, his laugh was slightly cruel as he tightens his arm even further,, whispering soothing words in your ear,, with such an intense orgasm it felt like you were going to pass out!! :((

[demothers-empty-blog]

Mother, what size of shirt do you think König wears? 🤔

*gaaasp* bby what have you done.

You honey have opened the floodgates of König and his forever struggle of finding shit that FITS.

Let’s break it down rq, pull up a seat.

The man is a mountain, we all know that. But the military won’t allow you in past a certain height, keep that in mind. So that puts our dear Colonel at about 6’6-6’7, or 198-200cm tall.

I need to get this out of the way, he f*cks with tank tops. Anything sleeveless, he hates sleeves. Meathead loves to flex, plus it’s more freeing.

Size wise I think he’ll fit into an XL, mind you it’s tight on him and he’ll have to slim down. rip bulk. Let’s say König has a chest width of 55in (140cm) and a waist of a tree trunk I mean 51.2 inches (130cm) would put him at a size 3XL just to get comfortable.

He loves baggy hoodies but hates that most don’t come in 4XL, during desperate times he relies on those scratchy cardigans his grandmother knits for him every other Christmas.

Good luck finding a shirt that doesn’t rip past the expanse of those broad shoulders, I say ‘broad’ because that man is the definition of broadness. He’s just big, has a fat head too, no wonder the hem of his sniper shirt/hood doesn’t slip down to his eyes. I swear I don’t bully him.

He is a man. A man that would get an anxiety attack if he had to awkwardly sift through racks of clothing items just to find the right size. It’s always a gamble for him whenever he has to go online shopping for clothes.

König would much rather try things on first before buying them, but he just isn’t damned enough to cram himself into one of those changing stalls. He’s had enough of stalls, honestly and he doesn’t need em outside of the military.

Bonus:

Shoes wise? buehuehue. He has a personal shoe maker. He has a personal shoe maker and let me tell you why: nobody has size 13 1/2 shoes that suit his taste. That’s almost 12 inch shoes; the ones he does find are f*ck ugly. Fugly I tell you.

[mochinomnoms]

heres a silly thought for you mochi

the students of nrc decide to take a beach day any relax for once. there are people being buried in the sand, some are sun bathing, sandcastles are being built, the works. now some people (yuu) decide to float around in the water (imagine one of those popsicle floaties people lie on) but because this is nrc, nobody gets a break. theres a rip current that pulls yuu FAR out into the water. being the smart person they are they send a message to a groupchat with a pic of them on the floatie, in the middle of nowhere captioned “i think its a bad time to mention i cant swim”

thank you for coming to my ted talk

MWAH 💋

~💋 anon

No one knows if they should be thankful or scared that the Leech twins are very ready and willing to go help Yuu in the middle of the ocean. Far, far away. With no one else to help.

They might want to keep Yuu on the phone to make sure that the twins don't get them into more trouble. The twins are offended!

How dare! They were just going to take them to the other side of the beach so they can sneak away and monopolize Yuu's time!

[leaentries]

I think this is my first time ever sending something like this but your writing genuinely makes me so happy. It helps me feel so much better about my body. I love seeing fics with plus size readers I feel there aren’t enough. Okay okay enough gushing hear me out. We’ve established Jack is the type to love tits so I can imagine he would probably fall asleep with one in his mouth. As for Luke I feel like he would go feral seeing his girl in his jersey to the point he can’t help but make her keep it on and yank her by it during sexy time.

- 🤺 (not sure if you have someone with this emoji sending asks it’s just my fav so I shall go by that for now)

UGGHHHH YESSSSSS OH MY GOD

luke is so large, yet still only 20?? like i feel he doesn’t quite know how big is truly is (i mean we’ve all seen him on the ice floppin around)

with that, he doesn’t realize his strength and will legitimately manhandle you. he love love love LOVES seeing you in his jerseys. like they already are big bc he’s a big boy, but they have to be even bigger to fit around all the gear underneath. so basically:

you’re swimming in his jersey.

his brain absolutely malfunctions when he comes home from a game (let’s say you couldn’t be there) and finds you on the couch in one of his jerseys, baby boy is so flustered and turned on and head over heels for you, it’s not even funny.

luke all but DRAGS you to the bedroom

fucking loves when you ride him, he gets to see everything that he loves bouncing up and down on his cock…what could be better? (def loves watching your tummy and tits)

as for jack, dude just lives to have his mouth on your titties. i mean, there’s not much else to say. he loves boobs, and quite frankly, the boobs love him

(also welcome to my anons, sweetheart!)

[baby-tini]

Okay so this isn’t a request but more me being absolutely blasted while reading your content but…

I’m giggling imaging all the Mikey’s and their respective y/n’s meeting each other. Racer Mikey and his y/n are the only relatively healthy couple, so they’re both just staring in absolute horror (more so Mikey because he can’t possibly fathom ever hurting y/n) as the two of them watch other “hims” beat the shit out of (cough Kantou) their y/n, or be over all toxic and horrible lovers. Racer is just like “unhand your (my..) wife???? Let her go??? You fucking freak???” And

Dude I can’t stop gigglign over this plz

Nooo stop, I love this so much, I've thought about things similar to this, way too many times if i'm honest. This would, I don't think the right word is cute, given how the other timeline versions of Mikey interact with their respective partner. But I do really love this idea.

I can just imagine Kanto!Mikeys y/n walking up to Street Racer!Mikeys y/n and she's wearing something slightly revealing and Kantos y/n is just like "he let you walk out the house like that???" and Street Racers y/n is just like "what's he gonna do? Tell me no? In what universe?" and Kantos y/n just looks at Kanto!Mikey with a sigh as she responds with, "not yours apparently."

But your little scenario is so funny to me, cause you're so right. If Street Racer Mikey even hears another version of himself talking down to a version of you, he's gonna be pissed, you might even have a multi Mikey brawl, that shit would be scary, I mean, one Mikeys scary enough.. BUT 5?!?! There's definitely gonna be some fights. Some pretty.. bloody ones at that.

I'm also gonna add a new tag called, Multiple!Mikeys, so, all the timeline mikey stuff will be under that