#anywho I should rest

[cjlouwho]

imagining tommy so insatiable that he manages to wear out buck of all people and he's still horny. buck, completely tapped out but still wanting to give tommy what he needs. holding tommy close and giving him a handjob. you can take your pick between buck praising him or being a little mean too. it works either way.

Buck is so exhausted. He’s come four times tonight and he literally cannot get it up again. Doesn’t matter how hard Tommy sucks on his nipples or bites at his hip, his dick is offline for the night.

But Tommy somehow, someway needs more. He’s been inside Buck, had Buck inside him, taken Buck’s fingers, given Buck a blow job, and been given a blowjob, and he’s still horny.

And fuck, when they first got back together and Tommy said he’d work on being more open and honest and present about his wants and needs… this is not what Buck had expected.

So he pulls Tommy up from where he’s licking at Buck’s thigh while he ruts against the bed. They’re both on their sides, faces so close Buck can feel Tommy’s hot breath against his lips, and Buck takes Tommy’s cock in his hand. His grip is firm, tight, pulling up and twisting the way Tommy likes so much.

And Tommy’s mouth goes slack, his eyes shut and he just feels. He whimpers and whines and moans because even though he wants it, he needs it, his body is still so sensitive.

“That’s it,” Buck whispers, loving this new, unashamed version of Tommy he gets to learn and love. “That’s it, Tommy. Come on.”

“Evan, Evan, Evan,” Tommy chants like a prayer, the hand not tucked under his head reaches out to grasp at Buck’s waste. He’s holding on so tight it’s bound to leave a mark but Buck doesn’t mind that at all. “Evan, Evan, Evan.”

“Look at me,” Buck demands, nudging his nose against Tommy’s cheek. Tommy’s eyes snap open instantly. “Come for me.”

And for the fifth time that night, Tommy does.

[sp3akfromtheart]

on this episode of torchwood, everyone takes a nap. no seriously, give them a break!

close ups :D!!!

[mewkwota]

Had a MegaMan on the mind one evening, and it's one I've never drawn before surprisingly, so there he is. I think Juno is such an interesting character, with that aura (and hair) that he has.

(He should be A Lot Bigger in that last shot, oh well.)

[story-book-sillies]

Uuuuhhhhhhggggggggggg I don’t WANT to go to bed but I’m tiiiirrrrreddddd

[keeps-ache]

HEY

[upwards-descent]

I'm so tempted to post my final Grumpuses once I have everyone fully transformed, my partner and I are so dedicated we're planning out everyone's theme and everything

[mars-ipan]

woke up to use the bathroom (well. bedside commode. trying to reduce/prevent foot pain) and folks i am so comfy. i love the pressure from the compression boots they have me in and OH MY BIRTH CONTROL I NEED TO TAKE THAT

[obiwan-kenobabe]

Stay mad, asshole.

[barnbridges]

each year around october i debate between if i should do a whole reread of the vampire chronicles or be normal. but the way im so close to picking up interview again just for lolz.... someone save me.

[ninjaliike]

can't believe i missed our 6th birthday here! damn ... time flies, eh? ❤️

[misfortunegirl]

what if i kms 😳😳😳😳

[mewkwota]

I saw a screenshot I wanted to redraw. Like, look at that leggy.

Quite the pose and perspective, but I welcomed the challenge. :>

[crushmeeren]

⇢ ⇢ eijirou art by nikkiyan

࿐ part one of incubus week! eijirou is up first! kenma’s will probably be out later in the week. if the pacing in this is too fast, i apologize, i really tried to make it flow well. anywho, please enjoy! ⋆ ☆૮꒰•༝ •。꒱ა ⋆ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⋆ FEM READER ⋆

࿐ master list link ࿐ kinktober master list

⋆ ⬪ KINKS INCLUDED ࿐light bondage, choking, size kink, biting/marking, rough sex, squirting, praise kink.

┊ ༝ ᭝ ༝ short summary ༝ ᭝ ༝ ┊ ‣ ‣ ‣ ‣ Boys fucking suck. Especially when it comes to sex. When you come across a forum of other women who have dealt with this problem, the word incubus catches your eye. After spiraling down a rabbit hole of what and how to obtain your own incubus, you think you’re getting a demon who’s dark and mysterious who can satisfy you. You end up with a demon that has the sun shining out of his ass. Although, he still ends up being way more than satisfying.

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“Thanks babe, that was great.”

Irritation gathers hotly in your chest. You plaster on a fake smile, that’s more of a grimace than anything, and don’t bother responding as you tug your leggings back on. The man you chose for your one night stand is 100% a dud.

Nothing out of the ordinary there.

You grab your discarded sweatshirt and slip it back on, rising from the lumpy, extremely uncomfortable twin mattress. Really, you should’ve known from the scratchy sheets alone how this evening would turn out.

“I’m going to go ahead and go home,” you say evenly, scanning the room to search for your keys and shoes. You spot the keys on the bedside table, swiftly snatching them and stepping into your shoes.

The bed creaks behind you as the random man sits up. “Wait! Aren’t you going to stay the night? Didn’t you enjoy yourself baby?” His arrogant tone has you itching to punch his lights out, and to be honest you can’t even remember his name. He’s that fucking forgettable.

A snort of disbelief rings out that you don’t even bother trying to stop and your temper flares. Whipping around, you level this loser with an unimpressed look.

“Hate to break it to you, babe,” you sneer. “But let’s get something straight. Not once did I get anywhere close to cumming, and let’s not forget that you’re a two pump chump. I know you said you’re a “grower not a show-er,” but the only thing your dick grew into was a pencil. You can delete my number.”

He’s too stunned to respond, face turning bright red as you roll your eyes. The bedroom door slams shut behind you as you exit. The thought of spending one more second in that fuckers presence makes your jaw clench tight, and then your speed walking down the hallway and awkwardly locking eyes with the roommate lounging on the couch.

You both nod to each other once in acknowledgment before you’re rushing out the front door. You practically sprint down the driveway, slipping into your car and shutting the door with enough force to shake the frame.

Your forehead thumps onto the steering wheel, cheeks puffing out with an exasperated sigh before you lean back into the seat, pressing your palms to your eyes.

Every single time you hook up with someone new, it’s so bad that you’ve seriously considered saying fuck it and becoming celibate for the rest of your miserable, unsatisfied life. Maybe you should just become a nun, at least then you’d be fulfilled by the Lord.

The engine purrs as you start your car. You quickly make sure the air vents are pointed directly at your sweaty and flushed face. Your frustration is at an all time high, and to add insult to injury, you’re turned on enough that your swollen and puffy clit brushes the seam of your leggings every time you move.

What you’d give to have a real cock stretching you out. One so thick it borderline hurts, but you guess you’re settling for your fingers and a toy tonight. Booorrring.

The repeated buzzing of your phone catches your attention, and you glance at the cup holder you’d carelessly tossed it into. When you check it there’s a string of nasty texts bombarding your Lock Screen. You roll your eyes, not bothering to read them. His number is blocked and deleted in less than ten seconds because you’re entirely out of fucks to give.

After that, you drive home in silence, choosing to imagine scenarios where a rough and mysterious man with a big dick makes you cum so many times you can’t stand it.

It’s a dream that seems so out of reach you’re worried you’ll never be able to catch it.

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It’s Friday night and you’ve spent hours scrolling aimlessly through Reddit, cuddled up in your warm bed. There’s no chance in hell you’re risking ruining another weekend by hooking up with someone new.

A movie plays quietly in the background while you lick your wounds and read about other women experiencing similar scenarios. At least you’re not alone. You’ve read through what must be dozens of stories when one in particular catches your eye.

It’s from username “boyzdrool__demonsrule”. Her story is exactly like yours. Never being able to find a decent date, awful, mediocre sex every time, and it seems she’s found a solution.

“Incubus”, you read. Huh, that sounds vaguely familiar. With a jolt, a light bulb goes off in your mind. An incubus is some sort of mythical sex demon, if you’re recalling it correctly. A spark of hope flickers in your chest as you continue to skim over her post.

She mentions a website she discovered with a forum that provided her a specific spell for summoning an incubus. She ended up with a gorgeous blonde who sports a nasty attitude that’s been satisfying her non stop since she met him.

You push yourself into a seated position, eyes widening as excitement rushes through you. You’re trying to tame your eagerness, to take this with a grain of salt, because this random lady could be completely off her rocker. But really, what have you got to lose? If it works then you’ll finally have your dark and mysterious man! And if it doesn’t, well, then you’ve only wasted a night and you can return to wallowing in self pity.

You steel your resolve and send “boyzdrool__demonsrule” a message before you can regret the decision. To your surprise, she responds within the hour. You text back and forth with her all night, receiving the link to the website and even a list of items that’s needed for the ritual.

It’s 4 a.m when you decide to call it quits. You’re brimming with nervous energy but somehow you manage to sleep for a few hours. When you wake the next morning you spend a couple additional hours researching the ins and outs, just to be sure. With one last scan of your odd shopping list you stuff your shoes on and head to town.

You try to picture what kind of incubus will show up, assuming he’ll be similar to the one your new Reddit friend summoned.

Boy, were you fucking wrong.

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When the last candle flickers out it leaves your bedside lamp as the only source of soft light in your bedroom. Your jaw has dropped open in shock, eyes staring unblinkingly at the towering figure of the creature you’ve just summoned.

He’s definitely an incubus, that you’re certain of.

The demon wears only short black leather shorts. He’s pale, broad chested and has muscles so well defined you could drool. He appears mostly human, except for the elfish ears sticking out of loose red hair. Oh, and the long, slender black tail that ends in a point and swishes leisurely behind him.

“Hi!” He chirps, beaming at you with shark like teeth as he extends a hand to help you up from your current kneeling position on the floor.

Shocked to the core that this actually worked, unsure if you’re hallucinating or of what the hell else to do, you grasp his hand and allow him to haul you to your feet. You remember to shut your mouth, checking him over several times before returning your gaze to his bright expression.

“Are you….?” You trail off and he nods eagerly, squeezing your hand.

“Yes! I’m an incubus! My name’s Eijirou, what’s yours?” He chatters, happiness radiating from him in waves. You mutter your name in reply and he hums, dropping your hand to place his own on his hips. He glances around your room and whistles lowly, becoming easily distracted by your lamp. He rushes over to it and bends in half to tap the lamp shade with a clawed finger, giggling when it flickers due to his otherworldly energy. “I love lamps! We don’t have any where I’m from, it’s mostly pretty dark!”

You hum noncommittally, half confused - half amused at his easygoing behavior.

“Hey, Eijirou?” You ask tentatively, embarrassment slamming into you like a truck as you recall all the filthy things you’d been sincerely hoping to take part in with the incubus. Eijirou is just so….cheery that it paints him as pure and innocent.

Even though he’s a demon.

He straightens to his full height, shifting his head towards you with a smile. “Yes?”

“Are you, I mean — is this something you…. do often?” You fiddle with your fingers as you speak. “You understand what I summoned you for, right?”

Eijirou’s brows furrow in puzzlement before his expression switches to sheepish. “Oh!” Eijirou rubs the back of his neck. “Well, technically no. I don’t normally get sent to these kinds of summonings, but I’m filling in for my friend Shouto! He’s very pretty, and he gets sent to lots of these. But I promise I can be what you want!” He smiles reassuringly.

Your face pinches in apprehension. “Are you sure this is in your area of expertise?” Guilt then punches you in the gut when Eijirou’s sunny demeanor wilts before your very eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Eijirou begins to apologize. “I know I’m probably not as attractive as Shouto...” You cut him off before he can ramble, waving your hands animatedly as you speak.

“No! No Eijirou, you are fucking gorgeous, I swear. The minute I saw you my pussy had a heartbeat, if you know what I mean.”

Pink dusts Eijirou’s cheeks and you’re sure you must be dreaming. An incubus is blushing because of what you said. How have you ended up comforting him? This has been chaotic from the get go, and so far, has not once gone according to plan.

“Oh. Well, what is it then? I can have them send someone else if you’d like!” He offers, trying to remain upbeat but his eyes are sad.

How the fuck did this guy even become a demon?

You wince slightly. “You just seem very…innocent.”

Eijirou’s eyebrows rise to his hairline, lips parting in surprise. Then, he throws his head back and has the audacity to start laughing. You scowl, humiliation burning at the back of your neck.

“Aw baby,” he coos, sauntering up to you and looming like a rain cloud. He tilts his head down with a searing look, mouth twisting into a sly smirk. “You have no idea what I’ve done or how good I can make you feel,” he murmurs, voice low and sultry.

Your body flushes white hot from the implication, the heat bursting in your cheeks as you shift your weight from foot to foot. You suddenly feel defiant, the familiar buzz of arousal kick starting in your veins.

“You think you can make me feel good?” You ask haughtily, raising your chin in a challenge. Eijirou’s lips stretch wide and he swiftly lowers himself until he’s able to grip the backs of your thighs.

“I know I can baby.” Then he’s effortlessly lifting you off the floor and forcing you to lock your legs around his waist with a gasp.

You clutch at broad shoulders for balance, which is promptly shattered when he takes a few steps and tosses you onto your bed as if you weigh nothing. You bounce as you land, the blanket puffing up and settling down around you. Anticipation lights up your spine as Eijirou crawls up the bed like a large cat, tail flicking back and forth excitedly.

Eijirou pushes your thighs apart with overly warm hands, sharp claws scratching at your soft skin. It’s easy to melt under his touch, the built up tension from the past several months clouding your logical thinking and causing you not to give a single fuck about the potential consequences this may bring.

“Fuck me, you’re gorgeous. I’ll eat you alive if you let me,” he purrs, bunching your shirt up and letting it catch on your tits before allowing them to bounce free. The light stimulation makes you moan, arms raising out of instinct as Eijirou slips your shirt off and tosses it to the side. Your nipples become hard and perky as soon as they’re exposed to the cool air.

“That’s what I summoned you for, isn’t it?” You tease, deciding to fully embrace the situation. Eijirou laughs in amusement and his tail swishes a bit quicker as he fits himself snug between your thighs.

He leans over you and plants a hand on either side of your head to cage you in. Your pulse quickens, heat pooling rich and honeyed in your pelvis as you stare up at him and realize just how huge he is.

And you haven’t even seen his cock yet.

In lieu of voicing what you want aloud, you strain your neck upwards as if you’re going to kiss him, but he stays just out of reach. The demon grins happily, displaying his mouthful of razor sharp teeth.

“Poor thing, I can see the sexual frustration pent up inside you,” he says with fake pity, ignoring your obvious ask for a kiss. He dips his head down to lick a hot stripe up the side of your throat. Your breath catches as you clutch his forearms, head dropping back to the blankets. “I’ll give you some relief pretty baby,” he murmurs, sinking his teeth into the junction of your neck and shoulder with no warning whatsoever.

You wail as a knee jerk response to the blistering flash of pain, but it’s mere seconds before it begins to numb and pulsate with a hot pleasure instead.

“Eijirou,” you groan as he slides his teeth free with a satisfied, slick sound. He laps at the sluggishly bleeding wound, the texture of his long tongue rougher than what’s natural. “What did you do?” You ask in a breathless voice. Your body warms even further, the base of your skull tingling.

“Just helping! I promise my saliva only enhances your pleasure once it hits your bloodstream. You’ll be dazed for a few hours, but I won’t hurt you.” He places open mouthed kisses up your neck and pauses to whisper in your ear. “Unless you want me to, of course.”

Your ever growing lust is turning your insides to ash and you can’t resist as you firmly frame the sides of his face to yank him in for a bruising kiss. His mouth is surprisingly soft, wet and so so hot. Eijirou bites playfully at your lower lip and pushes his tongue into your mouth when you open up for him.

You kiss until you’re lightheaded, until your lungs are screaming. Your throat burns when you break for air and Eijirou mouths over your collarbone, slowly working his way down your chest.

He reaches the sensitive area at the top of your breast, biting and sucking with the pure intention of leaving a dark mark. Your thighs twitch from the dull ache, closing and framing his hips. The incubus takes advantage of the moment to nestle his thick, full cock against you, rolling his hips to drag the length of it over your clit. It’s incredible, even through the material keeping you apart.

You cry out his name when he releases your swollen skin, and the soft whine he answers you with is music to your ears. Eijirou moves to push your nipple into the purse of his lips, sucking until your spine arches, eager for more.

He switches to your other breast to repeat the action before pressing lingering kisses down to your belly button and even further south. The soft material of your shorts sticks lewdly to your pussy as he slips them off, a clear string as evidence of your arousal stretches between you and the material before it breaks and leaves you bare.

“Feeling good baby?” Eijirou snickers, running his thumb through your soft lips to part them and see what he’s done to you. You’re too floaty and turned on to pay much attention to his teasing, fisting the sheets as you stare at him with heavy lidded eyes and nod.

Eijirou notices you slipping deeper and deeper under his thrall. He wastes no more time before retreating to his belly and placing the flat of his abnormally long tongue to your pussy, dragging it up and licking your clit.

Your blood sings, the pleasure so intense that it shoves you right up to edge. You brokenly warn Eijirou and he pulls away to fit his teeth to your inner thigh, piercing the skin before you can protest.

He listens to your breathy moans, humming appreciatively and repeating the action on the other side. The more his saliva swirls through your bloodstream the more the sensation of being drunk creeps up on you.

When Eijirou is satisfied with his work, he proceeds to eat your pussy until your feet cramp from curling your toes so harshly. Until you’re fisting his hair like you’re trying to rip it out in handfuls and squirting on his face.

He licks you clean, snickering at the way your thighs tense as you get overstimulated. You seem to blink once and when you reopen them Eijirou’s shorts have vanished. His flushed, huge, cock curves up towards his belly, kicking a few times when you stare at it.

You’re secretly praying he splits you in half.

Eijirou nudges your thighs apart with his knees, sitting back on his calves. The tip of his cock dips inside you before sliding up and over your clit, the mess between your legs helping ease the glide. At this point words are failing you and all you’re able to do is whine in protest.

Eijirou hushes you as he steadies his base and lines himself up, inching forward until your tight pussy gives and swallows him whole. The second he bottoms out, you fucking cum. Head thrown back and white knuckling the sheets when your pussy flutters and clings desperately to Eijirou because she can’t stand the thought of letting go.

The demon gasps in delight, settling his hands on your hips. “Good job sweetheart, that was a big one huh? Give me another one baby, I’m in love with the way you tighten up around me,” he gushes as he starts rolling his hips. He builds up to a steady pace, holding you still as you scratch at his forearms.

He coaxes one more orgasm out of you before you’re unceremoniously flipped onto your belly. You face plant into the sheets as your ass is yanked into the air, wrists twisted and pinned behind your back. You startle when a surprisingly soft tail tickles your skin, coiling tightly to bind your wrists.

He tangles his fingers in your hair and hikes you off the bed, other hand coming to rest on your throat and bend your neck backwards at an awkward angle. His hand tightens as he snaps his hips and fills you with his cock once again, a bitten off sob spilling from your lips.

Eijirou fucks you harder than before, yanking you back into each powerful push of his hips and digging his fingers into the sides of your throat. Your moans rattle low in your throat as you start to reach what seems like your hundredth orgasm. You’ve lost count. Eijirou’s harsh panting and soft whimpers dance in the air, combining with the lewd sound of his skin smacking sticky with yours.

The hot, slick glide of his cock dragging in and out of your pussy is all you can focus on, and before you can even hint that you’re on the edge, you’re cumming so hard your ears start to ring. Every single muscle goes taught as he works you through it.

“Fuck, you’re amazing baby, you like the way my cock feels yeah? The noises you make when you cum are so fucking cute, oh my god,” he says breathlessly, hips speeding up just a smidge and making your already shallowing breathing catch.

Eijirou suddenly releases his hold on your throat and hair, keeping your wrists bound by his tail and opting to shove your face into the mattress with a hand to the back of your head. The other grips your hip and his nails slice your skin as he fucks you within an inch of your life.

The pain doesn’t feel like pain anymore, only an unyielding, scorching pleasure that continues to build and shatter. Rinse and repeat. You lose track of how many times you’re thrown over the edge and into the abyss.

“Can I cum inside you?” Eijirou asks after some time, movements becoming jerky and frantic. Each push jostles you forward as you try to hang on by white knuckling the sheets.

You nod without hesitation, moaning weakly. Eijirou takes advantage of your consent, pushing into the root, cock twitching as a new warmth blossoms inside you. He pulls out almost immediately afterwards, allowing your sore and exhausted body to collapse to the mattress. You shift in place and faintly register his cum trailing out of you.

Your eyes are bleary as you vaguely make out his figure moving around your room, whispering something in a language unfamiliar to you, and then you’re passing out without a care in the world.

When you wake up an undetermined amount of hours later, you find yourself clean and in a large t-shirt, tucked under the blankets. There’s an ache between your legs as you sit up, and all the previous nights memories coming rushing back to you. You’re so satisfied, months of stress having been worked out of you, and you can’t stop grinning when you think of Eijirou.

You’re already planning on how you can get him to come back when you spot a note sitting pretty on your night stand.

“Hey pretty girl! I hope I didn’t hurt you too much, and leaving a note is probably way out of line, but I couldn’t help myself. I really loved, enjoyed our time together, and I’d come back in a heartbeat if you asked. P.S., see below for steps on how to summon me specifically. (:”

As you quickly scan over the instructions something tender blooms in your chest, but you’re unwilling to examine the troubling feeling too closely for now.

Eijirou’s not “dark” or “mysterious”. No, he’s like the sun, and you hope to get burnt by him over and over again.

[reshinless]

Been seeing alot of spiderman Kinich content on the clock app and this gave me an idea

Reader gets gwen stacy'd and kinich fails to save them lol then he wakes up and then they bang

──── through the phone mask

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ synopsis. before he goes, how about a peck, yeah through his mask!

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ pairings. spiderman!kinich x gn!afab!reader (this will end up in smut, so !!NSFW CONTENT AHEAD!!) angst + comfort (in a way?? death mention but no actual death happens! just a bad dream)

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ director's notice. oooo i could not stop thinking about this during class!!

"mwa!" you cheer- briefly backing away as you admire you boyfriend, kinich, that puts his mask on. you pray that this spiderman stuff didn't pressure him at all.

"mmm... one more?" as he turned around to face you again. you chuckled as you tilted your head, stepping closer to the window sill he crouched on. "one more? i think you've had enough for today." a teasing tone present in you sonorously.

he gave you a pleading look in hopes to earn accolade (in which this case is a kiss. or two. or three.) you could giggle, feeling the way he still tried to kiss you through the mask he wore, concealing his identity to all, except you of course.

"mmmwa!" you brush your lips against the fabric that kept all of this a secret. you were so pretty when you smiled. he likes that little dimple that appears on your cheek when you grinned- or maybe the mole on your neck right there. mmmaybe he should count them soon.

but when there's a moment where kinich saves everyone but you, he'd never forgive himself. when there's a moment where kinich can catch everyone when they're falling but you. when there are gonna be moments that only star him, and missing you. like how a seed would long for a soil bed, or how the moonlight doesn't shine without its sun.

he was terrified of losing someone as precious as you were. for as long as you both lived, he wanted to spend as much time with you. his love language was all about spending time with you, and doing things for you, he knew you could handle yourself, but he loves knowing you rely on him for a few things (even if they're simple). so losing you would be losing a huge part of himself.

in all the years you both got to spend together, you spent it along side your best wingwoman; mualani. growing up by both of your sides, he never felt alone, or unneeded. he felt everything was finally coming together.

so when he saw the scene before him- it was you. being stabbed in the stomach by a spike below the now-broken bridge. even in death you were so pretty. your head was laid down on his lap, barely opening your eyes, just enough to let a few tears trickle down the softness of your cheeks.

"i'm.. sorry i couldn't do enough for you." were the words you whispered, holding his cheek before finally passing on to the next world.

no he couldn't handle the scene at all. and only now is when he realizes- he should spend more time. he'll make sure you won't feel like that when he meets you again. he knows he'll recognize you. he'd know you from anywhere, anytime, any appearance, anywho.

kinich wakes up in tears, clear tear stains on the place he rest his face into. your pjs have small marks, drops of tears where they'd landed off his face. your eyes flutter open a few seconds later, realizing he's no longer in your arms.

"kin? wh.. what's wrong? why are you crying?" you immediately got up to wipe the small sobs off his cheeks. "..you're still here.. thank god, you're still here." he suddenly hugs you, fitting his head into your nape. his hold was tight, and affectionate. enough to know that he's happy that you're still present.

"yeah, i'd never leave. was.. was it a dream?" you asked, massaging his scalp to soothe his stress. he could only hum in response, he felt a little pathetic to admit that he was, but it was the first step to accepting it.

"do.. you ever feel like i'm mistreating you?" his head popped up from the spot it was previously. "what? no you're not. in fact, i feel like i'm not doing enough for you, baby." you chuckle, shifting your head to front him a little better.

"you've done more than you think for me." his hand held a soft grasp on your palm, you could feel a few scars on his hand. "really? i find it hard to believe." you let out a giggle, certainly a superhero who does things to make sure the city is a safe place for all, feels like you do more? that was in your point of view anyway.

"may.. i show you how much i can repay you then? i want to show you.. i want you to feel how thankful i am that you're here."

whatever it was in that dream of his definitely helped yours come true. "mmm, someone's ahhn- enjoying, ngh themselves.." he grunted out, hitting you from behind so good, you can't do anything but sit there and take it.

you could feel every little ridge on his dick, the sweat emitting from your body, combined with the drops spouting from the pores of his palms. damn you couldn't even hold your own moans back in courtesy for the people in the next dorm. "mmmffffuckkk.. s'good kin.." you whined, you shut your eyes in ectasy

he throws his head back, groaning at the sight of your plush ass barely swallowing his shaft each time. every shlick only made you even wetter. you could feel his length twitching inside you, each time he hit your very core.

your folds felt so insanely good, wrapping around the base of his dick so well, even inside you it felt so warm. the way you were basically getting stretched out, it reached even further into you, in his observation seeing how your eyebrows knitted- he assumed you liked it like that, kissing your insides!

he slowed the pace of his sloppy thrusts briefly to reach over for the phone on the nightstand. "you mind if we take a photo, pretty? love the way you look right now, 'd hate to miss such a face."

he'd be too busy admiring your face to realize how long he'd been grinding against your precious spot. he knew exactly how to make you use the expressions he wanted.

kissing your neck hungrily, making sure you face the camera as it recorded, letting it see all of you.

watching how your body reacted to his so well, he couldn't help but coo into your ear about how good you were doing.

"such a pretty kitty, mmm? and they're all mine aren't they? he continued, on the edge of the bed- making sure you see yourself in the mirror in front of you.

"this is what i admire everyday. hnnn.. s'tight, fffuck.." he groaned into you, letting you sit on his dick, riding it while watching his reaction through the mirror.

you couldn't help but piston your hips repeatedly, you were already so wet, might as well put it to use!

he held your hand throughout everything, squeezing it every now and then to indirectly ask if you're doing okay. kissing down from your nape to your shoulder blades, you were perfect from the ground till your ears.

for what seemed like the umpteenth time, he cums inside you. warm seed shoots up into your body, creaming on his cock at the same time.

kinich who holds you by the waist, feeling his cock slowly soften inside you. still trying to catch his breath- but still makes an effort to kiss your cheek.

still makes an effort to carry your trembling body to the bathroom. still makes an effort to clean you up. still makes an effort to eat you out slowly afterwards.

he who already misses you while you were still in the room. he couldn't help but cuddle with you for a bit before going out again. it was sunday already anyway, and he spent the moments where the sun rose elsewhere (eating you out/giving bj)

kinich who loved the idea of making out with you right after, still having to go out since you both spent the whole night.. intimately. half of his mask is still on but all you do is lift it up a little, enough for his lips to be visible enough for you to peck.

he makes sure you're sound asleep before he goes, he'll be back before you know it anyway.

[keeps-ache]

alright, perhaps it is time to start colourmaxxing

[starb3rrys]

Hi! I hope its okay if i request, i had an idea. Bsd characters when their S/O panics when their neck is touched. (Trauma response) can either be fluff, smut or both. (Characters: jouno, nikolai, chuuya, poe, fukuzawa, any others) (feel free to add or remove characters as you see fit :D )

Hello! I apologize for the delay. This is an interesting request and luckily I managed to come up with many scenarios both smut and fluff. I hope it’s okay I did one or the other for some characters. Anywho, I hope you enjoy!

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S/O who panics when their neck is touched

TW: Mentions of trauma

Ft. Poe, Fukuzawa, Chuuya, Jouno, Nikolai || ✩ Smut ❀ Fluff

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❀Poe

Quiet music filled the living room with a tranquil melody that added ease to your mind as Poe's touch added a warmth to your heart. Frequent nights were spent like this, resting asleep in your lovers arms as he read you his latest novel draft. His hands caressed your hair with a soothing touch that aimed to reassure both you and him that this moment was real, a thought that to this day...he could not believe.

Poe's mind was in a daze as he looked at your sleeping form through his messy bangs, allowing his mind to wonder as well as his hands. His fingers gently glided down, admiring your soft skin. Fingertips diligently traced from your hair down to your shoulder. Without thinking, he accidentally brushed over your sensitive neck.

This innocent action caused you to wake up in a panicked state shooting up and immediately swatting his hand away, instinctively moving away. Poe was left with a stunned expression as he yelped and rubbed his swatted hand. He felt at a lost for words as he witnessed his own lovers seemingly out of nowhere shaken state. "[Name] what happened?! What's the matter??", the worry and slight tremble in his voice was evident as he hesitated to reach out to your alarmed form.

After looking at your surroundings and easing your own heart, you assured yourself there was no present danger. Your eyes shifted to his worried state and instantly your mind pieced together what might've happened. After sitting back down you were quick to assure him it was not his fault.

He payed close attention and listened as you explained the history behind why your neck is such a sensitive place to be touched on. His eyes softened as his hand traveled and squeezed your own. "I deeply apologize for not realizing sooner, I should- I should've asked if it was okay for me to allow my hands to wonder in such places. I swear to you I will never t-", you couldn't help but smile at his apologetic rambling. With a soft kiss- you eased his mind and your own...quiet music notes flowed and skipped in the air like the two lovers hearts.

✩Fukuzawa

A casual quickie in his office wasn’t something strange between you and Fukuzawa. After all he is the president of a powerful organization while you have your own work/business to deal with, hence why you found yourselves making up for those lost times behind closed doors at any given opportunity. To be quite honest, how could you deny him? He was tired…you swore it was only going to be a quick kiss, only a quick suck, only a quick ride on his lap.

Your mind couldn’t even recall how on earth you got here but your body for sure didn’t regret anything since you were so gracefully taking his cock. Quiet groans slipped past his lips as your rear slapped onto his thighs with every bounce of your eager body. His hands grasped at your hair and gently tugged your head back. Fukuzawa was in pure ecstasy, he loved the view of his loved one pleasing themselves on him. He leaned in close and showered your chest in soft kisses. “Keep quiet…don’t allow my employees to hear you”, his voice was raspy as he whispered into your skin.

His fingers slid down your hair as you tilted your head back, slowly slipping onto the back of your neck. He gasped as you suddenly tensed and pushed his hands away, knocking down some books. Your hands gripped his wrist as you struggled to catching your breath. He looked up and his face became firm, “Are you alright? Did I freighten you?” , he watched as your hands slightly trembled as they squeezed his wrists. A familiar voice suddenly came from outside the room, “President, are you alright?…I heard a crash inside.” Fukuzawas eyes never left your expression as he answered, “Yes I am fine, just some books thank you for your concern Atsushi.”

He waited for you to take a breather and carefully slipped his wrists out of your grasp. He didn’t want to act rashly and trigger you again so he allowed you to seek him when you were ready. With you still in his lap he waited patiently until you rested your head on his chest. He listened to your quiet apology and explanation. “No need to apologize, it was my mistake for accidentally triggering your trauma.” He followed his words with a gentle kiss as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

❀Chuuya

Chuuya might be short, but he is never short on cash. This was a saying that many people in the port mafia knew and would often say, using you as their main point of evidence. As chuuyas prized possession, it was only right to walk around dressed as such. Your new diamonds and pearls never failed to stun the average port mafia employee, filling them with both envy and admiration.

With this being a monthly routine, it didn’t surprise you anymore when Chuuya presented you with a familiar small box holding what you could only assume was another expensive jewelry piece. Chuuya smirked and walked towards you, “You can at least pretend to be a little stunned. If you keep this up I’ll start thinking I’m losing my charm.” His voice filled with confidence and flirtation as he moved behind you. “Close your eyes…trust me”.

Once your eyes were closed you felt a cold metal press against your neck, the sudden feeling sounded alarms in your head and without thinking you rushed away as soon as possible, opening your eyes. Chuuya was left dumbfounded and frozen in place as one of his hands held a beautiful diamond necklace. He stared at your startled expression as you were now half way across the room, protectively covering your neck. “The hell?…why did you move away, I was going to place the necklace on you?”, the confusion and slight irritation was present in his tone.

He was taken aback when you immediately started apologizing, sighing as you hurriedly explained yourself. He cut you off and crossed his arms to think. After a moment of silence he walked towards you and cupped your cheeks. “It’s fine, no need to go on anymore useless ramblings, I get it. It was just an instinctive reaction.” His eyes softened followed by his voice, “But there is no need to ever feel unsafe around me. I would never hurt you, you know that…” He gently caressed your cheek and smiled, “Now…will you allow me to place this on your pretty neck? I promise I will be gentle this time…”

❀Jouno

Jouno is known to be a bit mischievous at times, especially to his lover. From little jokes to harmless pranks causing you a little trouble for a quick laugh was showing you love, in his own way (Weirdo? I love him.). He lives to hear the way your blood runs cold then flows rapidly as your face grows hot from pure embarrassment as you fall for the same scare prank he always plays on you. Using his ability he can quite literally disappear and reappear as he pleases, thus spooking you every time.

Jouno spotted you standing around waiting for him in your agreed meet up place. With his heightened senses, he could feel the state your body was in and could tell you were feeling anxious to meet him. He loved how easy to read you were, he just adored you...how could he not get the urge to frighten you a bit? Just a harmless little prank as always, right?

By initiating his ability, his body turned into dust and he silently moved behind you. A smirk creeped onto his face as he thought, "They're so oblivious..." With a swift movement, his hand reached and pressed against the back of your neck. A loud yelp left your lips as you immediately hit pure air. He laughed and reappeared in front of you. "You are always so easy to scare, it's honestly kind of sad.", his mocking evident in his tone. Yet his smile slowly faded as his ears picked up on your strained breathing, your lack of response was concerning. Although Jouno couldn’t see the panic on your face, he could hear your heart racing with freight.

"What's up with you? It was just a small spook. What? Did I scare you too much?" his voice was unfazed but a slight hint of concern slipped through. He stayed quiet and listened as you let out a sigh and attempted to regulate your mind. He slightly frowned as you insisted it was nothing, "There's no use in keeping quiet, I can tell you're lying, your blood pressure is elevated and you're practically drowning with stress. Come on, spill it." After a small talk of the situation, he nodded and tilted his head up to let his face be exposed to the sun. His eyelids remained closed as his mouth opened, "That is some tale and it explains your reaction." Jounos hand landed on your arm and he smiled, "Ease up alright? I'll try to keep my hands to myself and not prank you...that much."

✩Nikolai

Quivering pants, bedsheets rustling, and deep groans dripping with lust filled the small apartment. What was meant to be a casual movie night with your boyfriend turned into a steamy make out session that landed you under Nikolai. You knew he could be a wild card on the daily and in bed yet you never expected him to so suddenly flip the switch.

His hands gripped your hips as he set a good pace, sloppily thrusting into you with hazy eyes. His ears took in all your sweet cries as his hands itched to touch and claim you even more. When he was in this state of mind, mixed with the innocent and helpless way you looked at him, god knows what he’d do. His eyes landed on your neck. If he only added a little pressure, just a little bit, he could get to hear your pitiful squeaks…just a little pressure is all.

His cock twitched at the thought and hands tightened their hold on you. A trembling moan slipped past your lips and that alone was enough to make him snap. His hands left your hips and, before you could react, harshly found their way around your throat. His plan was to add a bit of choking to add more sexiness to the session yet he was taken aback at the way you genuinely cried out in panic, clawing at his arms in self defense. His eyes widened and he immediately let go, “Ack!- Hey what the hell?!”, his complains instantly died down as he saw the way you held your throat and panted— a look of panic on your face.

You shot up, he hissed as he was so suddenly pulled out of you. He looked at your form and frowned, he put up his hands and waved them in front of you. “Hey hey hey it’s just me…what happened? You suddenly freaked out on me, was I too rough or something?”, hearing his words caused you to gradually calm down. After a few moments, he wrapped a blanket around your exposed form, looking at you with concern. After you fully relaxed and explained the situation, he nodded. “Ah got it, you had me worried there.” He soothed your back, “Just…next time be more open with me okay? I won’t go that far again and I’m sorry for accidentally triggering you…here, how about we finish that cheesy movie you wanted, eh? Haha, there’s that smile..”

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Hello! (˶ˆᗜˆ˵) I really had to think of unique scenarios where neck touching was inevitable. Thankfully I am halfway through my drafts and can soon open up requests again. As always, I hope you all enjoyed this little one shot. Love ya! <3