#argh I adore him

[destinationtoast]

@thetarttfuldickhead's tags just making me want to cry and to hug Roy (especially contrasted with Ted's squirrelly jumping around during his first session, you know? *sniff*):

#forever losing my mind over the look on roy's face here#so goddamned vulnerable#reinforced by the fact that he's sitting down and dr sharon is standing#like that'd be perfectly normal for anyone else waiting for the doctor to arrive#but here it very much feels like A Choice#both from a doylist perspective but also form a watsonian one#roy sitting down as a (potentially subconscious) sign that he is - in a way - surrendering to this#is open to it and willing to do the work#even if it scares him#i have never wanted to hug roy more#or been prouder of him#and the way dr sharon smiles?#she is so very very kind#maybe roy x therapy was the real ship otp all along

TED LASSO — 3.12 “So Long, Farewell”.

[chasedeys]

trials and tribulations of being a sports team's social media admin

[bbaycon]

Gosh I love him

Once again, he saved the day

[sunkissedliterarylightofchrist]

I need you all to understand the REASON I am in love with a literal voice.

it's cuz THIS is the voice.

[sunspotmangafan]

Taichi: *enters his life*

Kohei:

This is literally like if Kohei finally managed to explain how he feels about Taichi. All those feelings and gratitude and love and belonging just…. AAARRRRRGGGGGHHHH

[odeliba]

I love you Arsenal insta for giving us constant Martin content

[lizisshortforlizard]

This is apparently what I do with my days off now…pose Lego versions of Lizzy and Kathy having fun on Isla Nublar.

[mythvoiced]

@jeoseungsaja | the GBEP

Another world, another time, perhaps even the exact same but under whatever foreign unknown circumstances, varied ever so slightly by some unknown variable, and Rang would have lunged. Away or at Yeo.

Perhaps he'd reached out with his free arm and given Yeo enough reason to never step closer again, a slash across his face, or whatever else his hand might do before Rang has the wits to recognize or realize or redirect. Whenever he strikes out in an attempt to be the one who makes bleed and not the one who bleeds, all rationale flies out the window, because he knows he's right in those moments.

There's no self-preservation if you stop to wonder who you hurt to keep yourself alive.

But this is not that other world, not that other time, and Rang freezes up instead.

A second turns into a minute. A sea made of blood and screams roars somewhere in the back of his head where he can't access it, stuck in the tunnel between the forefront of his mind and the battlefield of his memories. A moment of tension, a moment of decision-making, a moment where his chest fills with air and keeps it trapped, a moment seemed locked in a countdown to god knows what turnaround, until Yeo finally spares him of figuring out what he'd do if he hadn't let go.

The air leaves him with a breath he can neither describe as exhale nor as inhale. He softens it only to makes it silent, bites down onto it and tries to swallow it back into his chest. Something cold drags along his arm, metal pressed into his sleeve and Rang frowns for a moment, not able to tear his gaze away from what Yeo is doing long enough to see what with.

It'd be easier to be stuck between the jaws of something.

More comfortable.

Trapped under a mountain of frantic claws and snapping teeth, begging for a saviour out of sheer habit, and not thanks to any sort of genuine belief he might get saved.

He'd always been like that, as a child. Begging and calling for help because that's what the mouth of the dying does. Had a hand actually reached through and kept him from figuring out how fast he heals missing chunks of flesh, he might have bitten it off.

Nothing quite as scary as something unfamiliar.

Nothing quite as scary as watching, still as a statue, what Yeo is up to. Wondering, if he'll bleed out on this soil because Yeo had decided to rear his head and delivery his own brand of cruelty Rang seems to have been designed to be target of.

He doesn't consider himself a victim, oh no.

He doesn't deserve it, either.

It's just the way of the world, isn't it?

The first sound he makes is a hiss, hand - blissfully freed - shooting out, nails offered first to drag along the back of Yeo's hand, a subconscious reflex to get the pain away.

Then the pain fades on its own, though. There's no further tightening, there's no willful deepening of his wound, there's no tightening it unnecessarily to teach him a lesson. When Yeo pulls away, Rang feels as lost as a puppy handed a toy rather than a slap.

He stares at Yeo as though he isn't quite sure anymore which he'd been supposed to expect from.

Yeo is a mystery to him on his best days.

He's so damned stubborn, would rather bleed for his cause than simply pick a different cause. It's always unnerved him, Rang supposes it will always unnerve him and not because... because he gives a damn about his state.

But because it's idealistic and stupid.

Because a world that is good and kind enough for someone like Yeo to snap himself in half over and over and over again simply does not exist, and if it were to exist, it would not be theirs. He'll go god knows how many more centuries bleeding to death before he'll get it through that thick skull of his, Rang supposes. There's no stubbornness quite as violent and well-rooted as that of the righteous.

And yet, Yeo doesn't feel righteous, either. Too snappish when he wants to be, but it's a farse, isn't it? Be uncouth because gentleness would only make Rang bite again.

He hates the way it feels, instantly, the moment his arm connects with Yeo, the moment his weight is being supported by someone else, the moment he feels fabric against fabric. He hisses through his teeth again until the sound turns into a snarl and if it weren't for how much his leg hurt--

Actually, perhaps, he should simply have shoved Yeo back into the ground and limped his way out of here. Left him to deal with the consequences of Rang's actions. That's what he's good at, after all. Set the world on fire because he can't stop making sparks by striking his growls against his screams.

"You're one to talk," he manages after... far too long, a mumbled half-assed snap. His hand curls where it swings over Yeo's front. He wants to drag him down and make him eat the soil beneath his feet.

He wants him to not let go.

"You're ridiculous, every second time I meet you you're covered in more scratches than what else," he risks a glance, tries to wipe the terror off his features. "How hypocritical."

[cheriladycl01]

Kinktober 19/10/2024 Franco Colapinto - Panty Kink

Plot: Franco is absolutely obsessed with any and all of your underwear…

Warnings: Kinktober, SMUT, panty sniffing, panty licking, panty stealing, anything and all things panties, eating out, dry hump etc

Since you and Franco started dating it was a sweet and unproblematic relationship. But you couldn’t help but notice some … stranger things the longer you guys were together.

The first time he’d ever stayed over, he just slept in the bed with you after you guys ate loads of junk food and snacks.

A week after he left when you were doing a load of washing you noticed that some of your underwear, specifically your panties and lace ones at that had gone missing.

“Franco baby?” You asked over the phone when you decided to call him to see if he’d accidentally added them to the rucksack he’d brought his clothes in.

“Hi baby, argh god I miss you” you groans happily into the phone and you can’t help the butterflies that rise in your stomach.

“I miss you too. I was just wondering if you accidentally took any of my underwear with you when you left. I know I stripped off and left some at the edge of my wash basket because it was kind of full, but I can’t find them” you say and you hear a little shuffling as if he had gone to his bag to double check.

Little did you know, he had in fact taken them. Right out your dirty laundry basket before using them as he gave himself a hand job using the lace material against his dick for that added sensation.

But of course he wouldn’t admit that.

“Erm let me check the wash coz they aren’t in my bag” he says and he was just making up time to make it all seem more plausible. He had in fact chucked them in the wash after he’d come all over them and wanted them clean for his next time. However now that you were on to them he’d have to give them back.

“Thank you. They’re the only pair that go with the dress I’m supposed to wear this weekend” you tell him.

“Oh yeah they’re here in the washing machine with my stuff from that night” he says and they were mixed in with his washing, now your panties smell like him.

He couldn’t tell what he preferred, your sent on them from wearing them all day and being a little musky from your natural aroma that was driving him crazy and he couldn’t wait to get his first taste. Or his sent on them, making an item of yours smell so much like him which also made his brain a little haywire.

“Thanks baby, you wanna come over tonight?” You ask hoping that he would considering you felt like you hadn’t seen him in ages.

After that, it was a while before anything else bizarre happened. Until you guys were first having sex, he was obsessed with your panties, he’d dragged them down your legs with his teeth and pocketed them in his jeans before he went down on you like a starved man.

You didn’t think anything off it, if anything you found it kind of hot.

And after that, whenever you guys when to races together he’d always dip his hands into your jeans or skirt, whatever you were wearing and running his fingers up and down the hand of the thongs you were wearing that rested nicely on your curved hips.

It wasn’t until you caught him in the act. It was a race weekend and he’d just been promoted from F2 to F1 in a Williams seat. You were insanely proud of him and took the last few days of your working week to travel to Italy with him when you heard.

You’d gone out for dinner with the other wags, Lily becoming your older sister role model in the paddock. Of course neither you nor Franco were media trained so you had been caught on camera being rather chaotic together, and everyone already seemed to adore you.

However when you come back to the hotel room, earlier than the others who were going out clubbing instead and you didn’t really feel like going you decided to go back.

What you didn’t expect was as you got to the hotel room door to open it to here a sort of whimper. You went in as to you from the outside it sounded like he could have been in pain.

As you walked in you saw a sight you never expected.

It was your boyfriend with your sexy pink underwear wrapped in his hand around his dick that was rubbing up and down his shaft releasing moans from deep in the back of his throat.

“Franco?” You asked shocked he hasn’t heard you open the door. His hand dropped and he looked at you in shock before grabbing a pillow to cover himself up.

“Baby! What are you doing back your early” he gulps out looking at you with wide eyes. Full of lust and need.

“All the girls were going clubbing, I didn’t want to go- are you using my underwear?” You ask looking at him shocked and confused. In seconds he’s up and coming up to you, tears building in his eyes as he puts both his hands on your cheeks.

Worry was all that you could see in his eyes now.

“I-I’m so sorry I should have told you but” and ends up rambling about your panties and his kink for anything to do with the provocative underwear, even if it wasn’t provocative he still loved it.

“Baby baby baby, shush it’s okay” you chuckle not bothered about the fact he was using your stuff to help him get off.

“W-what? You just came back to find me using your stuff to get off. Aren’t you mad?” He asks, sniffing a little bit.

“No, you’re my boyfriend. I think it’s sweet you like my panties. But you really couldn’t wait for me to come back? Or were you too embarrassed to ask for my panties” you ask, and he looks down.

“I-“ he starts but you pull him into a kiss, shushing him immediately.

“How about this. I’m here to help now, and you can do whatever you want with the panties I’m in now?” You grin, hoping he wouldn’t feel as embarrassed and open up to you.

“Thank you mi amor” he says before lifting you up and putting you on the bed. He doesn’t waste anytime hitching your dress up. His head immediately dived in between your legs, his nose hitting your clothed clit as he inhales a breath of you.

“Franco” you moan looking down in confusion to see what he’s doing.

“Smell so good. Could just stay here forever” he groans as he kicked a strip up your panties nudging his nose in a little more making a moan come from you.

“Baby…” you moan, your hand coming down into his hair gripping him in closer. He pulls the panties just to the side. Wanting to keep them there as his tongue dove into your deep and wet cavern. His groan vibrated around you making you gasp and your eyes squint shut at the feeling.

Franco had a thing for eating you out. All of your previous relationships, didn’t really do that but my god Franco wasn’t scared to have his chin dripping with your juices by then end.

His nose hit the perfect spot making your hips buck up as that feeling inside you released right into his awaiting mouth.

“Oh my god, so fucking good” you moan as he pulls your panties back across. They were gray and him seeing that little wet spot now building on them made him sit at the edge of the bed. He kept his boxers on and pulled you off the bed so you were stood in front of me.

“Want you on me” he points to his dick making a tent in his boxers and you immediately know he wants you to ride him with your panties on. Both you being clothed and just having that friction.

You turn yourself around so your facing away from him before you balance against his lowered lap, perfect height for your to run your clothed pussy against his restrained dick.

“Fuck baby, that’s it” he says, his hands on your hips snapping the edging of your panties against your hips making you moan out. You swivel your hips a little quicker making him thrust up into you trying to get as much out of it as he can.

“Oh fuck baby I’m gonna cum, gonna cum” he moans his thrusts becoming wild as his dick as the roughness of both sets of underwear rubbing against him. Before he knows it, his white strings of cum are being forced out of his own gray boxers and staining the back of your own panties as you keep moving to reach your own high, which isn’t too much longer after him.

“Fuck that was so good” you say gripping his thighs as you slow down. You turn round to see him, a fucked out expression on his face.

“This… this is why you tell me your kinks” you laugh at him, before getting up to get cleaning supplies from the bathroom. The last thing he sees is the wet spots on your panties from his own cum and your own sweet release.

While your in the bathroom he hears some movement and russling and before he knows it a gray fabric is launched at him.

In his hands was your damp underwear.

And at the moment seeing you grinning, watching him to see his reaction and he knew at that moment you were the one for him.

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[mellifluouaamor]

Kissing Mashle boys before running hc?

MASH BURNEDEAD, FINN AMES, LANCE CROWN, DOT BARRETT, RAYNE AMES, ABEL WALKER, ABYSS RAZOR, WIRTH MADL, CARPACCIO LUO-YANG, ORTER MADL, KALDO GEHENNA (SEPARATE) ⍣ GENDER-NEUTRAL READER

synopsis. the boys' reactions to you kissing them and then running away.

author's note. that one panel where orter tells cell to bend over has never left my mind and i may have brought it over to these headcanons i'm (not) sorry. orter can bend me over anytime- AHEM ANYWAY LIVE LAUGH LOVE WIRTH HAHAHA

you, running away from MASH? given his inhuman speed and reflexes, that'll be impossible. even if your action is as harmless as a kiss to his cheek, the first-year would reflexively grab your wrist and pull you flush against his chest before you can take a step away from him.

you'd be subjected under his signature blank stare for a few seconds as he tries to process what just happened, and when he finally registers the feeling of your soft lips on his cheek, he tilts his head to the side in an adorable manner.

"can you do that again?" he asks, surprising you. mash can't explain it - but he likes the warm and fuzzy feeling that would bloom inside his chest when you kiss his cheek. your kiss feels like... a bed of cream puffs. (don't question his analogy)

oh, sweet summer child FINN. if you kiss him right on his freckles in front of his friends, he'd combust on the spot as a string of unintelligible words streams out of his mouth. a flush of embarrassment would rise to his cheeks and when he turns around to tell you off, you're already running away, leaving him to think of how he should get back at you.

he'd spend the entire afternoon attempting and failing to ambush you, with you giggling gleefully as you skip out of his reach. argh, why do you have to be so hard to catch?!

when supper rolls around, you sit next to a defeated looking finn with your tray of food. as you're eating, he points out that you've got some sauce around your mouth and before you can wipe it off, finn has already leaned over and licks the corner of your lips (with his cheeks burning). you drop your spoon in shock while dot gags loudly in the background.

"oh," is all LANCE says when your lips land on the corner of his mouth. his fingertips brush against the spot you shyly kissed and when he turns to face you, you're already gone. figuring that the embarrassment must have gotten to you, he presses a loose fist against his lips as he chuckles softly.

the following hours would be lance contributing further to that embarrassment. he'd kiss your cheek when you're in the middle of a conversation with your friends, and he makes sure that you won't be able to pull away by gripping your jaw. the kiss would last longer than necessary, causing an awkward silence to fall on the group.

if you confront him about it, he'd simply squish your cheeks in his palm as he taunts you for being unable to do anything. try to talk back, and he'll silence you with his lips.

DOT would short-circuit the second your lips make contact with his cheek, his face flushing as red as his hair. as you run away from him laughing, he'd hold his face like he just got slapped, gibberish spilling over his lips and unable to think straight. mash and finn would have to hold him up to stop him from collapsing.

once dot recomposes himself, he'd chase you in the hallways and it immediately becomes a game of tag... with him almost crashing into the walls as you deftly dodge his lunges.

when he finally catches you, there's no escaping from his onslaught of kisses as he wounds his arms around you tightly. your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your lips, your neck - he leaves no area untouched. when dot returns a favour, he returns it tenfold.

RAYNE would turn his head the moment he registers the lack of space between your bodies - and that unexpected action causes his lips to meet yours in a kiss. you immediately pull away from him with a loud gasp, and the perpetual frown on his countenance prompts you to run for the hills.

touching his lips, he'd wonder why you ran away after boldly kissing him, unaware that you weren't supposed to do that and that you had only intended to ask him about homework. it wouldn't take long for him to chase you as if you're a little rabbit being preyed on by the wolf of adler dorm. (finn watches with a slack jaw as his older brother terrorises your poor soul)

the moment rayne catches up to you, he'd cage you against the nearest wall with his arms on either side of your cowering form. he's at a loss to know how to respond to your profuse apologies, only wanting you to kiss him properly after that accidental kiss earlier. he eventually manages to silence you by gingerly planting his lips on the tip of your nose.

ABEL doesn't express much emotion in the first place, so it's no surprise that he didn't give much of a reaction to your kiss on his forehead. when you did it in the middle of his conversation with the magia lupus, he stops talking abruptly while the other members gawk at your boldness. with a quiet "teehee", you prance out of the room as he touches his forehead.

in class, in the hallway, in the cafeteria - abel would stare at you from afar like you've committed the highest degree of crimes. you think that you may have offended him by pulling what you did in front of the magia lupus, but that's not the case as you would come to find out later.

in the evening, abyss brings you to abel's room by the scruff of your shirt. you're wondering why the hell you got dragged out of bed, and it isn't until you noticed abel staring at you expectantly did you realise he wants you to give him a good night kiss like a mother would to her child.

ABYSS, who had never received physical affection from anyone before in his entire life, would be so flustered that his mind becomes a jumbled mess. he doesn't even realise that you've already fled from the scene by the time he can think coherently again (and he's disappointed).

the kiss you gave him would linger on his mind for hours, and he'd throw subtle glances at you - specifically your lips. the warmth that spread from the spot you kissed on his forehead is... comforting, reassuring even, and he doesn't think he can continue his day without getting another one from you.

eventually, abyss would work up the courage to approach you. when he shyly tugs your sleeve with his gaze averted, you immediately understand what he wants and lean in to plant a sweet kiss over his evil eye, causing red to dust his cheeks. he'd hug you on impulse, wanting to be as close to you as possible.

WIRTH doesn't appreciate having his study time interrupted, so if you try to break his concentration by kissing the side of his neck, he wouldn't give you the chance to run away by trapping your feet in mud. he'd then drag you over to sit on his lap, where you'll be forced to stay until he's done studying.

it doesn't matter if you're in the library or the common room, you'll just have to endure the embarrassment of being sandwiched between his body and the table. he doesn't even hide the fact that he's enjoying the way you're squirming uncomfortably on his lap - that's what you get for trying to distract him.

he'd pinch your side if your squirming starts to get annoying, and if you try to protest, he'd immediately shut you up with a kiss - with every contact between your lips lasting longer than the previous one. it eventually reaches the point where you're left breathless after his kisses, and he smirks at the debauched look he's able to paint on your countenance.

CARPACCIO would stare at your fleeing figure with the same stiff expression he wears every day; he'd internally question why you would run off after kissing him when he has no intentions of harming you.

since he can't feel pain, your affectionate gestures are the only other external stimuli he can feel. he registers the pleasant feeling in his chest when you first kissed him, and has become addicted to the feeling since then. so really, he'd just accept your surprise kisses.

although he won't go after you when you run away, he'd actively seek you out and splay himself across your lap like a cat. when that happens, it's your cue to shower him with the kisses he has grown to like. this frequently happens since he tends to stay up all night for his research, and the warm feeling of your lips helps him fall asleep.

ORTER won't admit it, but your kisses are capable of breaking his composure; so when your lips suddenly press against his jaw, he'd freeze up on the spot, giving you the opportunity to book it before he can catch you. once you're well out of his sight, he'd push his glasses up the bridge of his nose with the faintest hint of blush on his cheeks.

of course, no actions go without consequences - and you are no exception. to punish you for your little misdeed, orter would call your unsuspecting self into his office before bending you over his desk when you least expected it. he'd relish in your shocked expression and proceeds to intimidate you into submission, only stopping once he spots the teary beads in the corners of your eyes.

orter is not a cruel man. gently cupping your jaw, he presses a long kiss on your temple as a silent apology before letting you go.

another one who you won't have a chance to run from. KALDO can tell when you're about to attack him with a kiss and would pretend to be oblivious until you make a move. the moment you lean into his face, he quickly turns his head and places a hand at the back of your head to push your lips against his.

you're helpless in his grasp as he wraps an arm around your waist to press you against his body. if you just had a sweet snack, he would deepen the kiss and literally devour your lips, wanting to taste what you ate. when he finally pulls away, he'll try to guess the name of the snack while playfully smiling at your embarrassed expression.

kaldo treats it like a little game. if he can catch you before you kiss him and he happens to have some honey on hand, he gets your honey-flavoured lips as a reward and you'll be in for a long night.

[purinfelix]

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bf! franco who is constantly confused by your - somewhat unorthodox - ways of expression affection. if he's being honest he doesn't completely understand why you insist on squishing his face or baby talking to him - he is a grown man after all (though he'll never ask you to stop). you try your best to explain it to him, citing "cuteness aggression" but this only confused him even more. he's not a child, or an animal and he'd never describe himself as cute. he might not get it just yet, but he's not going to ask you to stop.

"Argh, you're so cute I just want to put you in my pocket!" you squeal, rolling over in bed to face him after hearing him laugh. His expression changes almost immediately though as he furrows his brows in response. "But ... I wouldn't fit in your pocket?" "I don't mean actually baby," you laugh, bringing your hands up to cup his face, "it's most like, you're so tiny and cute that I want to carry you everywhere with me!" You try your best to explain yourself, though it's difficult to be serious when he's looking at you with such an adorable expression - equal parts confused and mildly concerned. He nods as if he understands you, though his face says otherwise. "But," he says after a moment of contemplative silence, "why tiny? I"m taller than you?

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[driverlando]

can’t stop thinking about reader who develops bruises really easily and oscar putting ice + kissing them argh😩🫶

You’d always bruised easily, a trait that Oscar found both endearing and concerning. The smallest bump or scrape would leave a mark, a dark reminder of even the gentlest of touches. Tonight, however, the bruises came from something far more intense.

The night had started innocently enough, with a quiet dinner at home and a bottle of wine. As the evening progressed, the conversation turned flirtatious, the atmosphere charged with unspoken desire. By the time you made it to the bedroom, the air was thick with anticipation.

Oscar had been particularly passionate, his usual gentle touches replaced by a more primal urgency. His hands had gripped your hips tightly, his lips and teeth marking your skin with love bites and bruises in the heat of the moment. You loved the way he took control, the way he made you feel completely desired, but it often left your skin tender and marked.

The next morning, as the sun filtered through the curtains, you stirred in bed, feeling the familiar ache of fresh bruises. Oscar was still asleep beside you, his face peaceful, a stark contrast to the intensity of the previous night. You carefully got out of bed, trying not to wake him, and padded to the bathroom.

In the mirror, you saw the evidence of last night’s passion—dark bruises on your hips, love bites on your neck and shoulders. You sighed, both loving and cursing how easily your skin showed the marks of his desire.

You made your way to the kitchen to grab some ice, hoping to reduce the swelling. As you rummaged in the freezer, you heard Oscar’s footsteps behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, his chest warm against your back.

“Morning,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your neck. “How are you feeling?”

“A bit sore,” you admitted, holding up the ice pack. “Thought I’d try to ease some of the bruising.”

Oscar turned you around, his eyes scanning the marks on your skin. His expression softened with a mix of guilt and concern. “I’m sorry,” he said, his fingers gently tracing the bruises. “I got carried away.”

You shook your head, placing a hand on his cheek. “Don’t be. I love how passionate you get. Just comes with a few marks.”

He sighed, taking the ice pack from you. “Let me help.”

He led you to the living room, sitting you down on the couch. Oscar knelt in front of you, his touch tender as he pressed the ice pack against the darkest bruise on your hip. You shivered at the cold, but his gentle kisses on your skin quickly warmed you.

“I hate seeing you hurt,” he said softly, his eyes meeting yours. “Even if it’s from making love.”

“It’s okay,” you reassured him, running your fingers through his hair. “It’s part of it. Besides, I like having reminders of you.”

He smiled at that, his lips curving into that boyish grin you adored. “Still, I want to make it better.”

Oscar continued to ice the bruises, his touch careful and precise. After a while, he set the ice pack aside, his hands and mouth taking over. He kissed each bruise, his lips soft and lingering, as if trying to kiss away the pain. The tenderness of his touch sent a wave of warmth through you, the ache in your skin fading under his care.

“Does that help?” he asked, his breath warm against your skin.

You nodded, your voice barely a whisper. “Yes. It feels good.”

His kisses grew bolder, moving up your body, from your hips to your stomach, to your breasts. He kissed every mark he’d left, his hands gently caressing your sides. You arched into his touch, your body responding to his careful attention.

Oscar’s eyes darkened with desire as he kissed up your neck, his hands sliding under your shirt. He pulled it over your head, revealing more of the marks he’d left. His expression softened with a mix of pride and regret.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your collarbone. “I never want to hurt you, but I can’t help wanting to mark you, to show you’re mine.”

“I know,” you whispered, your hands cupping his face. “And I’m yours. Completely.”

His lips captured yours in a deep, slow kiss, his hands exploring your body with renewed passion. You could feel his need, his desire to show you just how much he loved you. He lifted you, carrying you back to the bedroom, laying you gently on the bed.

Oscar’s kisses became more urgent, more demanding. He trailed his lips down your body, worshipping every inch of you. When he reached your hips, he kissed the bruises again, his tongue flicking out to taste your skin. You gasped, your hands clutching the sheets, your body on fire with desire.

He moved lower, his mouth finding your core, his tongue teasing your clit. You cried out, your hips bucking against his mouth. He held you down, his hands gripping your thighs, his tongue working you expertly. The pleasure built quickly, your body arching off the bed as he drove you closer to the edge.

“Oscar,” you moaned, your voice trembling. “Please, I need you.”

He pulled back, his lips wet and swollen. “Not yet,” he said, his voice husky. “I want to take my time.”

He climbed over you, his body pressing you into the mattress. He kissed you again, slow and deep, his hands roaming your body. You could feel his hardness pressing against you, but he took his time, making sure you were ready.

When he finally entered you, it was slow, deliberate. He filled you completely, the sensation overwhelming. He set a gentle pace, each thrust slow and deep, his eyes locked on yours. You could see the love, the desire, the need in his gaze, and it made your heart swell.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. “Every part of you.”

“Yes,” you gasped, your body trembling with pleasure. “I’m yours, Oscar. Always.”

His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deeper, your nails digging into his back. The pleasure built to an unbearable peak, your body shuddering with each thrust.

“Oscar, please,” you begged, your voice desperate.

He reached between you, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing in tight circles. The added sensation sent you over the edge, your body convulsing with the force of your orgasm. You cried out his name, your vision going white with pleasure.

Oscar followed soon after, his release shuddering through him. He collapsed onto you, both of you panting, hearts racing. After a moment, he rolled to the side, pulling you with him so you were nestled against his chest.

You lay there together, tangled in each other, the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through you. The bruises were still there, but the pain was a distant memory, replaced by the warmth of Oscar’s love and care.

As you drifted off to sleep, you felt safe, cherished, knowing that no matter what, Oscar would always be there to take care of you, to love you, bruises and all.

[inupibaldspot]

Pretty Glossy Lips

Pairing: Fushiguro Megumi x Reader

Note ₊˚⊹♡ : College AU where Kugisaki is oddly observant.

Kugisaki is bothered… her eyes keep darting back and forth, it’s as if that ‘thing’ is begging her to look at it.

She quickly shakes her head as her fingers go back to her keyboard as she types away and has her screen divided in three in front of her if she includes her iPad, all with a word doc, an ai tool and ai paraphraser.

“Argh— I feel like I won’t finish in time.” A voice beside her complains making her turn to face the owner of the voice. Beside he is a boy who has his pink hair disheveled, his face highlighted by the light of the bulb in the study room.

“Shut up, Itadori—!” Kugisaki starts shaking Itadori in fury as poor Itadori has his hands waving around as he tries to type in some letters. She hears another sigh as her eyes squint at the other voice. “You got a problem , Fushiguro huhh?”

But her eyes focus on Fushiguro’s lips.

She is wondering if her mind is getting too stressed out but she swears she thinks his lips today look slightly pinker with more gloss if that makes sense…also was that glitter���?!

“Don’t push your anger on me.” He says, eyes not leaving his phones as he types on the screen. “We had a month long period for this assignment. If you guys keep this up, you might not graduate college.” Fushiguro adds which makes Kugisaki flatter and go back to her assignments, eyes trailing to his lips one time.

Just then they hear a knock to the study room as a figure pops their head in. “Sorry I got late. My professor kept going on and on.” You say, with a sheepish smile taking a seat beside Fushiguro.

Kugisaki inwardly smiles as she noticed how quickly Fushiguro’s head seemed to turn as soon as he hears you voice and now you sit with him smiling and continuing on about your professor. The brown shorter haired girl shakes her head when she looks over to Fushiguro who seemed to try and act nonchalantly but no one can deny the blush on his face plus the constipated look.

You were a friend met through Itadori, you guys once got paired in a semester long project and somewhere in between that and now, you guys were as inseparable as one can be, in particular Fushiguro and you. Surprisingly the dark haired stone faced boy was quick to warm up to you; probably it was due to the aura you gave exuded.

You gave out warmth with your warm smile and bright attitude, which makes you stop and take in the way your gaze reflected the warm sun from outside.

Every smile.

Every lighthearted laugh.

It always felt genuine which made Kugisaki adore you to the brim of her heart, you were just so adorable—! But it seemed she wasn’t the only one.

“You guys got only 10 minutes.” You say as you peer over the table to take a peek at their progress, and mentally cringe due to the lack of said progress. “It’s okay! you guys can get it done.” You cheered which earns another subconscious smile from Fushiguro.

“Shit— I should not have played stardew with you Itadori!” Kugisaki grumbled, tugging a piece of hair behind her ear as she types away making, every second count. “It’s all your fault.”

“Eh?” Her statement makes the pink haired boy stop typing and pointing at himself in genuine confusion. “How is it my fault when you were the one inviting me to play?”

As Kugisaki turns to took away, she sees you and Fushiguro now sitting as tad bit closer to before with your shoulders slightly leaning into Fushiguro’s. Your eyes seem to wander nervously taking peeks at her and Itadori while Fushiguro poor figits with his pretty glossy lips pulled into something which is neither a frown or a smile, one hand on the table with a finger tapping away while the other under. Maybe playing with your fingers?

Who know, Kugisaki doesn’t for certain. But she can bet that Fushiguro is currently thinking about you while you’re sitting beside him from his dumb look.

Kugisaki shakes her head and keeps her nose to herself,as she begins typing but she swears it lasted just a millisecond second but she caught it.

In that split second her eyes watches you lean forward and places a kiss on his lips, making the boy stiffen up and pink when you thought Kugisaki and Itadori weren’t looking.

When she sees you about to turn to her and Itadori’s direction, she quickly pulls her eyes back on the screen acting normal. Shit. She thinks. What was that? They’re dating? Shit, why didn’t they tell us? Shit, Fushiguro I didn’t know you had that in you. She dapped him up in her mind. They could have atleast told us though…

Kugisaki uses ever every once of her strength to keep her hands on her keyboard to type away but then there was a sudden click in her brain, which put all the pieces in place. Fushiguro’s glossy lips were from you! Your lip gloss on his lips! Now she can’t stand it any longer as she pulls her hair in realization.

“Why didn’t you guys tell us you’re dating?!” Kugisaki gets up from her seat and points accusingly at the pair infront of her. This makes you let out a embarrassed and confused sound while Fushiguro becomes red—he was caught in broad daylight, as he scrowl at her. “Shut up, Kugisaki.”

“Ahh— I knew your lips were so pink and shiny, no wonder! You have someone kissing them that shade!” With each taunt spewing out of his friend’s mouth, he blushes a deeper tone.

“What? You guys are dating?” Itadori chirps in. “Shit, Kugisaki—! The countdown for the submission started! We only got a minutes left.”

“Submit it Itadori—!” Kugisaki’s attention solely on her laptop. “An incomplete assignment is better than late assignment!”

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[malavera]

Damsel in Distress? — Logan Howlett Smut Oneshot (TEASER)

I got an anonymous inbox about how they're obsessed over 2017 logan... I started writing underneath that anonymous tip but it turns out... it's going to be longer than I intended to write.. but I couldn't wait to show it to you guys so here you go, just a piece of what's about to cum ;)

SMUT! MDNI. NONCON

“Are you wearing this dress on purpose? To catch anyone’s perverted mind’s attention?” Logan taunts back, this time he leans forward.

“What if i told you, I am?”

“Is that why you don’t fight them back?”

“No. I don’t fight them back because it’s a waste of time.” You answered, shrugging your shoulders.

“You liked being saved.”

You smirked a little bit, “I do not.”

“How many times somebody has saved you in the past then you invite them over for, this?” Your smirk only grows wider.

“Yeah.. I’ve heard about you. You’re the infamous maneater.” Logan’s voice turning low.

“Does it turn you on?” Like a wind just blew past him, you’re straddling his lap as he lean back against the cushion. “It turns me on. I know you too.” You smirked, slowly grinding your pussy against his clothed cock.

“You’re not wearing any panties.” Logan smirked, looking at you. “It’s like you’re begging to be fucked.”

“You damn right I am. I bet you could smell it, don’t you.” You inched closer to his face, staring down to his lips.

Suddenly, Logan pulls away rather harshly and pushed you off. “Well I’m not going to be the next guy. See ya later kid.” He spit, ready to make his way out but suddenly, his body froze.

He couldn’t move his body on his own. All of a sudden he find himself sitting back down. He's fighting for his life to gain control of his body. Veins popping out on his forehead, he looks frantic. He really isn’t in control anymore.

“I’m not just a mind reader.” You lick your lips and cockily tips your head to the side like a maniac. “I’m a mind controller.” You proudly spoke.

Logan grunted, still fighting his way out of your control. “Just give in, you’re not gonna win. I’ll take it slow for you, pops.” You winked as he watches you with anger written all over his face.

You put yourself back on his lap and begin to grind your wet cunt against his clothed cock. “Your body says otherwise.” You teased. You could feel him growing underneath you, the tent now becomes a rather large bulge.

Your heart beats in anticipation, excited as you can feel how big his cock is even though you haven’t even unzipped his pants just yet.

“Argh,” Logan groaned, leaning his head back, his eyes wide open trying to fight the lustful sensation slowly entering his body.

“Mmh..” You closed your eyes, your hips kept moving back and forth, grinding your pussy against his now very hard bulge. You stopped and lift yourself up, slowly getting down on your knees while your eyes fixated on his. Watching you with horror in his eyes.

Your hands reached to grab button of his pants before you unzipped it slowly. Looking at him with your famous adorable pout that somehow always gets them men to succumbed underneath your authority.

“I really.. Really want to thank you, Logan.”

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Finish it?

[bonchobrick]

So I’ve seen some posts going around about a ‘Bruce adopts Danny and everyone thinks they’ll finally have a normal family member—Danny is very not normal’ and here’s my late night take on it.

Or

Danny batfam au where they batfam tries really hard to keep their vigilante ass-kicking nightlife a secret from danny because he is ‘the only normal one in the family’ this becomes a problem however when danny gets kidnapped.

——-

The batfam all work together in a deeply serious family meeting to save their boy. After hours of combining their brains together they come up with a plan that will effectively save danny from joker, kick joker’s ass, and also make them look really cool while doing it.

So they bust in that warehouse, guns blazing, explosions fading in the background, a gust of dramatic dust covers the air

Batman steps infront of the rest of the team and demands to the blurry figure somewhere in the distance, “Where is Danny!”

The dust clears–they expect bad guys pointing weapons meancingly at them, they expect a cackle of a wicked clown amused at whatever plot he had planned coming to life, they expected a terrified boy perhaps tied somewhere likely siting in a chair that joker could present to the bats as a way of taunting them.

The dust settles–they observed their surroundings looking around and realize that, there are few new facts to be added into this ‘defeat the villain, get the bro, happy ending equation’

There is decidedly no weapons being pointed at them: In fact, all of the henchmen are already knocked out and tied up.

There is decidedly no evil laughs being echoed their way: In fact, the only noise that isnt coming from them is a light scritch scratch of a pencil

And there is decidedly no terrified little boy, there is a Danny however and he seems to be doing alright–actually scratch that.

Danny is doing wonders for the situation he’s in right now: In fact–

–Danny is sitting criss cross applesauce on-top a knocked out tied up Joker doing his algebra homework

The small blue eyed boy looks up at Batman's voice and visibly brightens, “Oh hey guys, I was wondering when you’d show up.”

Jason says with the utmost of comprehension, “...what.”

“So hi, I’m kinda new to gotham so sorry about beating these guys up, I think they’re villains? I dunno, anyways if you could take care of these guys while I call an uber home that’d be great.”

Danny sends them a blinding smile which would've been adorable if there weren’t a massive pile of bodies he were casually walking away from.

As Danny nears the exit he looks over his shoulder to the baffled group of vigilantes and blinks

“Oh yeah one last thing,” Danny rubs the back of his neck nervously, “Could you guys not tell the Waynes about this.”

Damian speaks up for the rest of his frozen family, albeit hesitantly, “I do think they have already been alerted of your kidnapping.”

“Oh no that's fine.” Danny starts nervously, “It's more about me being the… fighter… in this situation. I was just adopted by them and they seem really nice, I don’t want to scare them away being all grrrr im a scary monster boy and i love to hurt people argh.”

“I don’t think they’d think you're a monster.” Tim adds quietly

“Eh, tell that to my birth parents–they went psycho on me. Like evil scientist psycho, it was not as awesome as the movies make it sound, having scientists for parents.” Danny says bittersweet as he admits with a shrug

There is a moment of silence as the batfamily reevaluate the adoption file that states Danny’s family before they passed were very good people–albeit a bit excentric.

Dick blurts out, “Where did you learn to fight?”

Danny sends him an anxious chuckle, “I actually started when I was fourteen–my town always ran into some trouble so I had to step up. It’s part of the reason I moved here actually. I really don’t want anything to do with that hero vigilante life anymore…” The boy puts his hands together in a pleading motion, “So please don’t tell The Waynes!”

Bewildered at the situation as a whole they nod in a daze

The boys eyes widen at their easy agreement and he grins, “Thank you so so much! I’ve got to go now, it’s way past my curfew. but you’ll probably see me again next time I get kidnapped–I’ll make sure to put in a good word for you guys with my family bye!”

And just like that Danny slips off into the night leaving behind a family who were so sure they finally found a normal addition to their pack.

Jason sighs looking forlornly at the spot Danny had previously been standing, “You could just never pick the just semi-mentally healthy normal kids could you?”

Bruce groans pinching his the bridge of his nose

[xazse]

I need a mermaid satoru and suguru (With pussies) x male reader where they both found the reader washed up and started to fight over him and who to marry him so they both started giving dowry every time and when they noticed it's working they offered their body instead, and you couldn't choose so you married both

Cw: Mermaid!SatoSugu x Male reader + they have pussies + smut + not proofread + fingering + nipple teasing + pussy eating? + rushed writing sorry + lots of cum mentioned + penetration + you have a big cock

Notes: FOR EVERYONE ASKING FOR MORE MERMAN!SATOSUGU (this is it for a while I won’t be doing part 2s until I finish my original request) <333 thank you and love u guys!!!!

“Satoru he’s breathing he doesn’t need mouth to mouth idiot..”

“Just in case, I can feel his breathing pattern delayed!”

“Stop-“ you can hear rustling and splashes of water slightly being thrown on your face-

“Toru, Toru-stop he’s waking”

A moment of silence passes before you finally open your eyes with a loud groan, your body feels like you’ve been thrown against the wall multiple times, and the other two men quietly bickering isn’t helping the throbbing headache.

Two faces pop up in your field of vision, looks of interest and curiosity beam right through you, two very beautiful men, strikingly beautiful are staring down at you with blank faces. A clicking noise bounces off your ears and suddenly the one of the two men are helping you sit up properly.

“Argh…” you wince in pain and grab the mans wrist, without realizing it you hold it in your palm too hard and he whines in pain, you pull away quickly and muster out an apology.

You look towards your helper and come face to face with strikingly blue eyes and a messy tuft of white hairs that stop a little below his neck, and he’s completely shirtless, you look further down and see his tail… his tail? A mermaid?

Have you drunk too much? His counterpart is staring at you between his long black hair that cascades around his built body, he’s also a mermaid, well their merman but how?!

Satoru and Suguru you learn their names, are fully real and not fake and you are not dreaming right now, they explained they found you coughing on water unconscious, so they swam up a little onto land as much as they could and stayed to care for you. You also learn that you’re very far away from home and it won’t be till awhile that you’ll be back.

While you wait you get to know you roommates a little better.

After months, almost leading up to a year, you can say you’ve become pretty close with Satoru and Suguru, you learn of their different personalities and just how they work in general.

The friendliness you’ve experienced from both of them has slowly started to fade into romance, you can see it in their eyes when they look at you that they are completely smitten, you can see it in the way they subtly and adorably try to find any excuse in the book to touch your arms or your chest.

They love you in their own little weird ways, Suguru bringing you little treasures he finds deep within the oceans, you always gratefully accept them and add them to your collection of trinkets, you love when his smile brightens at your overexerted reaction.

Satoru loves bringing you things he thinks are tasty in the ocean, he’ll bring you fish that he loves and things he thinks are sweet, he’s the one who loves touching you the most, giving you sweet hugs with his semi-wet body.

They start getting a little more pushy with you, it’s like they’re trying to one up each other with the types of gifts they give, when you’re given something the other can be heard making angry clicking noises in the back, you don’t understand what he’s saying but you know he’s pissed.

You try your best to calm them down when they get like this, it gets so heated to the point where they’ll try to fight one another, you’ve seen blood be shed before and the only thing that works is praising both of them in the same breath, they’ll stop with flushed looks as you coo and tell them great things about one another.

The gifts start increasing and the value of them starts growing, every gift becomes more and more sentimental and more filled with love, they keep doing it because you keep accepting it.

When they have no more gifts to offer they make it obvious about what they’ll give you in return for your love.

One evening when it’s just you and Satoru alone he makes the first move, looking up at you with the cutest look and a paint pink dust decorating his face, he guides your thick hand to grace all over his body, you don’t think he knows what he’s doing but at least he’s trying. You grab ahold of his chin rather harshly and press your lips to his, you aren’t known to be gentle when it comes to sex but you try for the little virgin.

You’re taking full control of the kiss, sucking on his tongue as his heady head tries to understand and follow your lead. He’s drooling into the kiss and gasping for air, his eyebrows are knitted in concentration. It feels so good having your tongue entangle with his.

He grabs your other hand that’s not distracted and places his “lap” you don’t get the memo of what he wants you to do until he uses your hand to dip into a slit you didn’t even know he had, you’re taken aback a bit but continue when you get a whine out of him. Oh.

You finger his tight slit with one finger and eventually build your way up to three, that seems to be the max for him because when you try adding a fourth he’s breaking the kiss, and stopping you, with an even reddened face claiming that feels weird.

In the process you look at how wet your fingers are, completely coated in his slimy mess of cum, you’re examining up close and an embarrassed Satoru is hiding his face in the crook of your neck, whimpering for you to stop staring so intently at it.

When you bring the wetness to your lips and he’s completely red in the face, before you can even talk he’s shuffling back into the water and diving within the depths.

Suguru hears of the events that had taken place and is immensely jealous, he wanted to be the first one to touch you but Satoru had beaten him to the punch.

That doesn’t deter him from making a move on you the very next day, you immediately accept his advances with a passionate kiss that’s gentle unlike your rough demeanor with Satoru, you know he’s a little more sensitive than his counterpart.

You take the opportunity to rub Suguru’s pecs, you’ve always loved the size of them, they look like boobs and are just as sensitive as the rest of him, sweet moans spill from his bitten lips when you suck on the bud harshly, nippling on them for extra stimulation.

You loved the way Satoru tasted, you would’ve kept going if he hadn’t left so with the details of his body you find Suguru’s slit and begin to tease him, dragging your fingertip along the outside as he waits with bated breaths for you to finally give him what he wants.

You maneuver yourself below him, a small whine slips from his lips because he thought you’d touch him properly, you quickly hush him in favor of getting face to face with his cunt. You lick a straight line up and find that he tastes so damn good.

He’s fast to grab ahold of your hair harshly, when you peek up at him as much as you can there’s little tears in his eyes, he’s never had that area licked let alone touched before, he’s just like Satoru.

You grab ahold of his sides and hold him down a little, you won’t allow him to run like Satoru now that you’ve gotten to taste him.

You dip your tongue inside his heat again and again, even when Suguru’s making his cute distressed clicking noises you’re still so focused. Collecting as much of his cum as possible just to smear it everywhere. You continue exploring and making him feel so damn good, when a small scream breaches his throat you know you’ve found his spot.

Lewd slurping noises ensure as you abuse that spot and Suguru isn’t fairing very well, his vision is spotty and his hold of your hair is slowly slipping away, he can’t even form a coherent sentence without gasping for air.

You press inside of him a little harder, tongue fucking him as fast and roughly as you can so he can experience that euphoric feeling.

When you shift you realize you’ve been neglecting your cock, it’s throbbing and painfully uncomfortable within its confines, you slip your hands beneath your trousers and touch yourself in tune with your tongue fucking Suguru’s cunt.

He stills for a moment and screams but nothing comes out of his throat, it’s silent as he thrashes around or at least tries to, you’ve got a tight hold on the pretty man.

His pussy tightens around your tongue and finally he’s cumming on it.

When they come to you a week later with determined faces and serious questions do you put your foot down, you can’t choose when you love them both equally so you give them a proposition of having them both, they both give you blank stares and look at one another.

They hadn’t thought of all of you being together and the thought of that doesn’t bother them in the slightest.

That night might be the best night you’ve ever have experienced:

A needy Satoru is below you waiting patiently and prettily as you ready his cunt for your cock, before this you had to explain to them almost everything you’d do to them, they had acted shy but you know deep down they’re little minxes who’ve been waiting for this. Suguru is beside him decorating his face with sweet distracting kisses, the moment looks so sweet as they take in each other in a different light.

You finally undo your pants and let your thick cock free, you’ve been getting edged basically this entire week, only giving them pleasure and having to relieve yourself after they leave.

As they deepen their kiss and exchange saliva you catch them peeking at the mere size of you, you’re not little by a damn longshot, Satoru is grateful you and Suguru prepped him.

It feels like everyone is holding their breath as you slide inside of Satoru’s warm cunt, just having your tip alone feels so fucking good, you can feel his cushiony insides already accepting you in small intervals.

You try your hardest to start slow, trying to not only focus on yourself. Your veiny cock throbs with every push, his slick already covering the area of your cock.

“Feel’s good Toru?” Suguru slurs into the nasty kiss he’s pulled him into, Satoru nods eagerly.

The pace is slow and sensual for a while, trying to let him get a feel for it, and when that grace period you decide is up you’re gone.

You start fucking into him how you like it, roughly abusing his tight slit to your liking. Suguru keeps distracting Satoru from the mind numbling pleasure that’s your cock, he can’t help that his loud whimpers and clicking noises are spilling from the kiss.

“O-oh.. shiit..” you’re grunting out gross comments about how you’ve been wanting to do this for so long and how you can feel him about to cum.

You have Suguru pin him down a little since he’s starting to thrash around, you get a better angle to pound his poor weeping cunt, he’s mewling your name like a mantra, for you to slow down but at the same time he doesn’t want you to slow down.

Your nice curve allows for you to finally hit his sweet spot, you abuse it just like you did Suguru, hitting it roughly and deeply.

Satoru squeals for you to stop and how weird he’s feeling but Suguru is the one who tells you not to stop your pace, Satoru is thrown headfirst into his orgasm, he cries into Suguru’s chest as the pleasure devours him whole.

With a dripping cock you slowly pull out of him, giving your still hard cock a few strokes, you came along with Satoru but it wasn’t enough not nearly enough.

They think that you’re satisfied but when they glance over at you the color drains from their face more specifically Suguru’s, knowing you’re about to give him that same feeling if not a little worse.