#biting the fuck out of his arm affectionately like a cat

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i click on a random link on a post thats about fuckign. Splatoon. fucking splatoon side order. boom. VOLO. VOLO JUMPSCAR. Volo. HELLO! HELLO!! HELLO! YOU CANNOT DO THIS TO ME! YOU CANNOT SIMPLY DO THIS TO ME! HELLO! HELLO! WHAT! WHY IS THAT THERE! WHAT DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH THE POST!

I DOUBT THIS IS SOME WEIRD GLITCH ON MY END BECAUSE I DONT THINK IVE NEVER CLICKED ON THIS PARTICULAR YOUTUBE VIDEO BEFORE (its the music from masters ex? i think?)

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

ehehe lion!mydei mates with cat!reader since lions are just big cats !! :33

✧ warnings : nsfw/smut, size difference, overstimulation, jealousy, biting/marking, heat/rut implications, rough but affectionate s*x, mild breeding kink, purring, growling, hybrids & cockwarming.

You don’t even see him move.

One moment, you’re laughing, ears twitching as a younger male tugs at your tail in a playful challenge. The next, a low, guttural grow rips through the air, and your body is hauled backward, heat blooming where clawed fingers dig into your hips.

The world spins, grass and sky blending as you’re thrown down.

Mydei looms over you, golden eyes burning with something dark, something dangerous. His tail lashes once before curling tight around your thigh, holding you in place. Caging you in.

“What the fuck was that?” His voice is low, rough—more animal than man.

You barely get a breath in before he’s on you, nose pressed into your neck, scenting you. He inhales deeply, lips curling in a snarl as his fangs scrape against your pulse.

Your ears flatten instinctively. Your tail flicks, but his grip tightens.

“Thought you could let them touch you?” Mydei growls, pressing his body flush against yours. His cock is har, burning hot even through his clothes, rutting against your stomach as if he can’t help himself. “Mine.”His tail tightens around your thigh, a vice of velvet and muscle. “All mine.”

His teeth sink into your throat—not deep enough to break skin, but hard enough to sting. A warning. You gasp, thighs twitching beneath him, and he purrs. It’s deep, reverberating through his chest, his whole body vibrating with it.

“Mydei—”

His hands move fast, one gripping the base of your tail while the other rips away the thin fabric covering you. Your fluffy ears twitch as your back arches, the sharp jolt of pleasure making your breath hitch.

“You don’t get to say my name like that,” he hisses, spreading your legs wider. “Not after making me watch you play with them.”

Then he’s pushing in.

You cry out, nails digging into his arms as he stretches you open. He’s thick, forcing your pussy to take every inch, every ridge, every pulsing inch of him. Your body clenches down hard, too tight, too much—

A sharp bite to your shoulder makes your muscles go slack. Mydei takes the opening to thrust, fully seating himself inside, his cock throbbing against your walls.

“Fuck,” he groans, forehead dropping against yours. “You feel that? How you’re gripping me?” His tail unwinds from your thigh, dragging up to stroke between your legs, teasing, pressing. "This is what you needed, isn’t it?"

You can’t answer, mouth slack as your body pulses around him, already twitching from the intensity of it all. Your ears flick back, overstimulated, but he just purrs, pleased and possessive.

“Too late to act shy now,” Mydei breathes, grinding into you, slow and deep. His hips pull back before slamming forward, his hands everywhere—gripping your hips, pinning your wrists, holding you open.

His teeth graze your throat again, and he groans. “Gonna make sure they all know. Make sure your scent is drenched in me.”

You don’t doubt it. He’s not letting you go—not tonight, not until your body screams his name louder than you ever could.

Mydei’s grip on your hips is bruising, his claws pressing just hard enough to remind you who’s in control, who you belong to. The sharp bite of pain only makes the pleasure more intense, and when he pulls out—just enough to tease the stretch before slamming back in—you choke on a gasp.

“Yeah,” he groans, voice thick with satisfaction, “you needed this, didn’t you?” His tail drags up your thigh again, this time curling against your stomach, tracing soft patterns along your skin before dipping lower.

Your breath stutters when the velvet tip of it brushes against your clit, teasing the swollen nub as he grinds into you, hips rolling slow and deep.

“Mydei—” Your voice breaks, body twitching as overstimulation creeps in, your pussy already fluttering around him. He feels too good, cock hitting just right, heavy and throbbing inside you.

His purring deepens, vibrating through his chest as he watches you struggle. “That’s it,” he murmurs, dragging his tail back down before curling it around your waist like a leash. “That’s my good girl.”

You barely have time to react before he shifts, angling your hips up, locking you in place as he starts to fuck you properly.

Each thrust is sharp, pushing you further into the soft grass, making you feel every inch of him. His cock is thick, stretching you open over and over, forcing your body to take him.

“You’re so wet for me,” Mydei growls, his breath hot against your throat. He licks over the bite he left earlier, soothing the mark before nipping again, sending another sharp jolt of pleasure through you. “This pussy was made for me.”

You can only moan, legs shaking as he presses down on your stomach, feeling himself move inside you. “Bet you’d take my cubs so well,” he mutters, more to himself than you, golden eyes dark with hunger. “You’d look so pretty, all full for me.”

A whimper escapes your lips, body clenching down around him, and Mydei chuckles. “Oh, you like that?” His pace slows, dragging himself out so only the tip remains before sinking back in, keeping you stuffed, making you feel every inch of him.

He stays there, deep inside, filling you completely, letting your body mold around him. You try to move—try to grind against him, desperate for friction—but his hands clamp down on your waist, holding you still.

“Mm-mm,” he murmurs, smirking against your skin. “We’re not done yet.” His cock throbs inside you, a steady reminder that he’s not letting go anytime soon. “You’re staying right here—warming my cock, keeping me nice and buried inside this perfect little pussy until I say so.”

His tail tightens around your waist, his purring deepening as he settles over you, completely caging you in. You can feel his heartbeat against yours, his body heat swallowing you whole.

And as he slowly starts to grind again, lazy and deep, you realize he’s not stopping until he’s completely satisfied. Until you’re thoroughly ruined for anyone else.

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[ba9go]

(nsfw) bakugou katsuki finds you annoying (you drive him crazy)

mdni 🔞 katsuki being down bad for reader. heavy petting with a lot of sexual tension! 🫢

can be read with part 1 and part 2, or as a standalone too

after coming to terms with his feelings for you, bakugou thought that things would get simpler for him.

he was wrong. very wrong.

the two of you started spending more and more time together. eating lunch together, visiting each other's room after school, going to the gym together.

at some point, bakugou became "katsuki" to you.

"kat-su-ki," you said slowly, dragging his name out as if every syllable was meant to irk him. bakugou freezes, sitting cross-legged in front of you on your bed.

"katsuki." you repeat, watching him carefully with a small, tentative smile that makes his palms annoyingly sweaty. "is that okay?"

"yeah." bakugou, no, katsuki, clears his throat, and runs a hand through his hair. "katsuki's fine."

you ask katsuki to spend the night in your dorm room, and though katsuki disagrees with you calling it a sleepover (to him, it's not a sleepover unless there are face masks and pillow fights involved, but he's not telling you that) katsuki finds it hard to say no to you.

later, you fall asleep in his arms, breathing softly against his chest, and katsuki thinks he's going to die from how hard his heart is beating against his ribcage.

he stares into the darkness and tries to fall asleep, but all he can think about is how soft you feel against his body and the way your warm breath gave him goosebumps when you whispered "goodnight, katsuki" into his neck.

katsuki thinks you’ve ruined his own name for him, because now he doesn’t want to hear it unless it’s coming from you. and god, the things he would do to hear you say his name, over and over and over again.

katsuki wants to. he wants so badly, to make you say his name over and over again, and he thinks it would be so easy to do too. you’re easy to fluster, easy to tease. katsuki wants to make you come apart at his touch, under him. katsuki wants to take you, piece by piece, wants to watch the way you unravel before him.

it gets worse when you started stealing katsuki’s shirts.

katsuki’s heart damn near burst when he came back to his room after the gym to see you cuddled up in his bed, completely engulfed in one of his shirts. he closed the door behind him quietly and stared at your peaceful sleeping face. ‘this must be what cuteness aggression feels like’, katsuki thinks, as he’s hit with the sudden urge to reach over and bite your face off.

he feels stupid, sneaking around in his own room as he tries his best not to wake you and fails miserably. he freezes as you stir awake, sitting up in his bed. your hair is sticking out in ways that katsuki wants to make fun of you for, but he’s too transfixed on the little yawn you let out as you stretch like a content house cat on his bed.

“katsuki,” you murmur, rubbing your eyes groggily. you smile at katsuki and it’s so sleepy and a little droopy and it drives katsuki fucking crazy, and you don’t even know it. god, you piss him off.

“you’re back,” you say sweetly. “you gonna shower?”

“i should shower,” katsuki responds, but makes no move to prepare for said shower. instead, he walks over to his bed, to you, and you open your arms invitingly and how could katsuki ever deny you?

he lets you wrap your arms around his torso and bury your face into his chest. he’s still sweaty from working out, but here you are, nuzzling into his shirt, again like a damn cat that’s all too affectionate. you hum happily when katsuki pats your head.

“you smell so good,” you moan the words into his shirt. it’s innocent, but it drives katsuki insane all the same. he can never think straight when it comes to you, not when you’re all he can think about. his head feels like it’s stuffed with cotton, and he never knows what to do with himself.

“i’m dirty,” katsuki’s throat is so dry when he chokes out the words.

“so?” you giggle as you look up at him with big, happy eyes, and katsuki is fully reduced to putty in your hands. he’s wrapped around your pretty little finger. “i like it when you’re dirty.”

“yeah?” katsuki lets his hand fall to your neck. he holds your neck gently, barely even squeezing, but the effect it has on you is instantaneous. you become almost limp in his hold, eyes half-lidded as you let out a shaky sigh from your parted lips.

“‘suki,” you whisper. “come here,” you say, but you already have him in your arms, so katsuki presses his lips against yours instead.

katsuki never really knows what to do when it comes to you; he just knows how much he wants you, how you drive him crazy with want, so he listens to those desires until he has you moaning into his mouth when he sucks on your tongue, until he has you rutting your hips back and forth when he slips a leg between your thighs, until he has you coming apart the way he’s always fantasised.

“thank you, ‘suki,” you sound so pretty breathless and it makes katsuki want to steal your breath away even more. “feels so good.” katsuki realises that you’re still grinding against him and it’s so, so adorable.

“yer so annoyin’,” katsuki scolds you lightly, but the smirk on his face is anything but annoyed as he slips a hand between your legs and touches you properly, right where you need it most.

it’s so fucking annoying, the way you drive him insane, but watching you twitch and writhe under him, listening to you beg and moan, so pretty and needy for him, katsuki thinks it’s not so bad, being batshit crazy for you.

maybe part 4. i need to write a bratty yn who loves talking smack just to piss kats off so he’ll fuck em harder 🤪🤪

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[unconventional-lawnchair]

Bite me, Love

Charlie Weasley x Reader

Summary: Charlie Weasley loves his girl how he loves his dragons. AKA Charlie loves it when his girl bites.

WC: 1k

CW: Cussing, biting, and a bit sexual leaning

Charlie Weasley had a thing for fire.

It showed in everything he loved- his dragons, his job, the way his hands were always a little calloused from handling creatures that could (and would) turn a man to ash without a second thought. He liked things wild, untamed, full of passion and fight.

Which is why, when he met you, it all made perfect sense.

Because you were just like his dragons.

Stand-offish. Sarcastic. Sassy as all hell. And prone to overwhelming bouts of affection that usually ended in your teeth sinking into his skin.

Like now.

It was early- too early. The sun barely peeked through the window of your shared bedroom, casting a golden glow over the tangled mess of sheets and limbs. You were curled into Charlie’s side, trapped in the warmth of his arms, his rough palm smoothing over your back in lazy circles. He was a furnace, always running hot, and you should have been grateful for it in the chilly morning air.

But he was being too affectionate. Too soft.

And you didn’t know how to handle it.

“You’re warm,” he murmured against the shell of your ear, voice still thick with sleep. “Could stay like this forever.”

You grumbled something unintelligible into his chest, refusing to let your heart melt at the way his fingers traced absentminded patterns into your skin.

He chuckled, clearly picking up on your growing restlessness. “What, can’t handle a bit of affection, love?”

His teasing was met with a sharp bite to his shoulder.

Charlie didn’t even flinch. If anything, he laughed “Merlin, you’re worse than Norberta,” he mused, pulling you closer instead of retreating. “You know, she bit me the first time I tried to feed her. Damn near took off my hand.”

You growled- actually fucking growled- and bit him again, this time at the curve of his bicep, the firm muscle giving slightly under your teeth.

Charlie let out an appreciative hum, completely unbothered. If anything, he sounded pleased.

“Fuck, I love that,” he admitted, voice dipping low.

You huffed against his skin, barely resisting the urge to do it again just to shut him up.

It wasn’t just the mornings when this happened.

It was whenever Charlie got too much.

When he wrapped himself around you on the couch, arms and legs tangling with yours like he wanted to merge into your very being. When his hands got a little too handsy, slipping under your shirt absentmindedly while he talked, utterly unaware of how flustered you were becoming.

When he leaned in too close, eyes burning with mischief, lips quirking into that goddamn smirk.

That’s when your instincts kicked in.

Like an overstimulated cat- except instead of claws, you had teeth.

And Charlie? The absolute menace of a man adored it.

“Didn’t realize I’d be dating a feral little thing,” he teased one night after you nearly bit his knuckles when he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

You’d glared at him, half mortified and half infuriated. “Then leave.”

“Not a chance,” he grinned, pressing a kiss to your temple before murmuring against your skin, “Wouldn’t have you any other way.”

And fuck if that didn’t make your stomach twist into knots.

But it was worse when he knew.

When he realized exactly what his affection did to you.

And, worse still, when he used it against you.

Like now.

You were still trapped in bed, your limbs tangled with his, his broad chest rising and falling beneath your cheek. The warmth of him was suffocating in the best way, his scent- embers and earth, something deeply, irritatingly comforting- enveloping you entirely.

He shifted, just enough to make you hyper-aware of the solid weight of him, of the arm still wrapped around your waist, fingers splayed against the curve of your back like he had no intention of letting go.

“Hmm,” he murmured, voice still thick with sleep. “Still pouting?”

You scowled, refusing to lift your head.

Charlie huffed out a laugh, the sound rumbling through his chest. “You’re ridiculous.”

You bit him. Again.

Hard.

Right on the curve of his collarbone.

Charlie groaned. And fuck, the sound sent a jolt of heat straight to your stomach.

It was barely a second before he moved, suddenly rolling you beneath him, pinning you to the mattress with nothing but his weight.

You gasped, hands automatically bracing against his chest, fingers digging into the solid muscle.

He grinned, slow and smug, his stubble brushing against your cheek as he leaned in. “That’s not very nice, love.”

You glared up at him, breathing uneven. “Then let me go.”

Charlie tilted his head, considering. And then- because he was a menace- he leaned down, his lips brushing over your jaw, his stubble scraping just enough to make you shiver. “Not a chance.”

His voice was rough, teasing, but something deeper simmered beneath it, something possessive.

You clenched your jaw, your pulse thundering, your body caught between the instinct to fight and the overwhelming urge to give in.

You hated- hated- how easily he unraveled you.

Charlie chuckled, completely unbothered by your internal battle. “Go on, love,” he murmured, dragging his lips lower, pressing a kiss to the sensitive spot just below your ear. “Bite me again.”

You shuddered, fisting your hands in his shirt, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer.

And Charlie- fucking Charlie- just waited, watching you.

His gaze burned into yours, blue eyes half-lidded, his expression one of utter satisfaction, of someone who knew exactly how much he affected you.

“You love this,” he murmured, voice thick with amusement. “Don’t you?”

You grit your teeth. “Fuck. You.”

Charlie smirked. “That an invitation?”

You let out a strangled noise- half groan, half exasperation- and, finally, sank your teeth into his shoulder.

He growled this time, the sound rumbling low in his throat, and before you could react, his mouth was on yours.

Hot. Overwhelming.

And so fucking unfair.

Because Charlie Weasley had a thing for fire.

And he’d never loved anything more than you.

[spookysshadow]

Hatake nibbles.

Just sometimes they get so overwhelmed with happiness or love that they just have to bite the person.

It's not something they do in public, really only amongst those they deem pack. And even then, not all pack is treated to it.

The Senju matriarch nibbles at her little boys fingers and toes when their little pups, and playfully growls at them when they begin to toddle before snapping her jaw shut and making her boys laugh loudly.

Butsuma doesn't understand but then again, he doesn't get bitten either. At least until Tobi shows up.

Hashirama, the least Hatake according to the matriarch's own mother, playfully bites and nibbles at her hands and arms, her legs, full of love and unashamed. Though as the years go by he does it less and less. Sometimes though, when he sees his remaining little brother, he can't help but turn and bite his arm. Or if a hand is on the table, he'll sneak a nibble too. His little brother will huff, but he never stops him from doing it.

Tobirama also grows up nibbling and biting. A little too much even. Anyone he deemed friend/family - even the wolf summons, he'll climb onto and try nibbling at their ears. Not even Butsuma escapes his reign of teething terror - having to go to war meetings with a toddler strapped to his side, teeth nibbling his upper arms.

He also grows out of that all around, all encompassing affection and focuses on the few important ones that remain - a quick nib at his brother's shoulder before they go into battle, a playfully bite on Touka's hand when she tries to reach for something in front of him, so on.

This carries on - lets pretend Izuna lives, village is built and somehow standing in it's own and he's hella confused why one day, when he and Tobirama get assigned on a mission he tells the Senju bastard good luck and the guy just. bites him. Just pivots his head and chomps on his shoulder, before straightening up like something shot up his spine and muttered a quick "you too" before taking off.

Here he thought he and the guy were getting along, but he guesses not. Especially cause after that mission Tobirama won't even be in the same room as him. As always he goes to his brother for guidance in these trying times.

Hikaku: he bit you?

Izuna: Yeah, can you believe that? What the fuck!

Madara: Ah, Hashirama bit me a few times when we were kids. He said it's how his family showed each other they like them.

Hikaku: he likes you??

Izuna: Do I have to bite him back now?

He doesn't. Not at first, but after having to run around the village to get the man to sign a document because he is still avoiding him. he gives up. Just chomps on the arm that's right in front of him and then sits back in his seat like he didn't do that most insane thing in the middle of a council meeting.

Tobirama blinks before nodding and continuing with his report, seemingly back to normal now that his weird affection has been returned. Hashirama, inspired by his little brother, turns to Madara and also tries to chomp.

Now that the cat is out of the bag, Izuna is forced to be nibbled by a surprisingly affectionate Tobirama, while watching his older brother dodge the chomping affections of his friend. C'est la vie.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Nuada being turned into a cat and not letting enyone tutch him exept nuala and reader😁 mabey cat cuddle?

You heard Hellboy before you saw him as his laughter echoed through the organisation, confused as to what he found hilarious, you looked to Nuala who shared your feelings as you both left the library to go see what had Hellboy tickled pink.

‘Somethings amiss.’ Nuala said as you were halfway down the hallway and you grew concerned, reaching out to lock arms with her.

‘What you mean by that? Is it Nuada? Is he okay?’ You asked and Nuala couldn’t help but find your concern for her brother rather sweet and endearing, she could easily see why he had grown such a soft spot for you in recent days. Something he’ll next admit aloud but through their bond he didn’t have to.

‘He is fine, it’s just-‘

‘Hey y/n! Nuala! Nuada got turned into a fucking cat on our mission- ow you little shit.’ Hellboy interrupts as he points to the grumpy white cat with golden eyes -whom he had claimed as the eleven prince Nuada- the cat in question looked rather prideful after biting Hellboy’s hand, so you guessed that tracked considering that their relationship was still…in the works to say the least with their occasional clashes, along with the frequent sparing matches that might as well seem like proper all out fights.

‘And how did he get turned into a cat might I ask.’ You said and you noticed how cat nuada became calm at the sound of your voice. His piercing golden eyes looking at you intently as he managed to wrangle his way out of Hellboy’s grip, hissing at him, Abe and Liz before making his way over to rub switch between rubbing himself against his sister’s and your leg while purring.

It was obvious that he didn’t do anything of a similar nature to Hellboy, Abe or Liz from the looks on their face, especially Hellboy’s when you reached down a hand for Nuada to sniff to his leisure. Once he was done you picked him up in your arms and held him again your chest, feeling him purr was enough to make you smile in content as you scratched under his chin, which only made him purr even more.

‘A witch did it, nothing more, nothing less.’ Hellboy said with a shrug.

‘And when will my brother be free of this spell?’ Nuala asked as she looked at the white cat in your arms, concerned as she rubbed his head with a finger, hoping it wasn’t permanent in any regard.

‘24 hours.’ Abe replied and that must’ve relived Nuala of her worries as she smiled at him in thanks for easing her mind. Nuada -feeling this through their bond- opened his eye and growled at Abe, who flinched and too a step back from the hostile kitten.

‘Nuada.’ You said and immediately his attention was on you, looking up at you with his golden eyes in what you believed was him trying to convey his innocence in all this, ‘I know this isn’t ideal for you in the slightest but don’t growl at Abe for answering a simple question.’ You scolded him and Nuada flattened his ears against his head in embarrassment as he burrowed himself into your arms.

‘Aww is princy getting scolded by his lover?’ Hellboy teased the eleven prince turned cat, who hissed and tried to swipe at him with his claws, only to nick you by accident and made your grip on him falter a little. ‘Ow.’ You groaned and Nuada, already feeling like shit for disappointing you, proceed to lick your wound in an effort to make you feel better, which you appreciated but knew you’d have to have properly disinfected and patched up soon after.

‘I know you didn’t mean it Nuada, it was an accident I’m fine.’ You tried to tell him but the cat was hellbent on making things right by you by being extra affectionate, purring loudly for you and nuzzling himself into your arms. You looked over at Abe, Liz, Hellboy and Nuala and smiled. ‘Seeing as how he hates all of you except me and Nuala, I’ll take up the task of caring of this feral one until he turns back to normal.’

Everyone to seem to accept this and go their own way as Hellboy huffed. ‘I was just about to say that.’ Liz only patted him on the back as they head back to their room. ‘Sure you did red, sure you did.’

Nuala looked at you with a smile as she touched your shoulder. ‘Take care of my brother.’ She said with Abe standing a good deal of distance away from the cat in your arms that glared at him with murderous intent. You returned the smile, shifting Nuada in your arms for a better grip, making him let out a surprise sound as he gripped onto you and slightly digging his claws into your shoulders before relaxing when you stopped. ‘Don’t worry, your brother is in safe hands..not like he wants to be anywhere else to begin with.’ You replied with a chuckle as you saw Nuala and Abe off.

‘Say goodbye nuada.’ You said to the kitten softly as he only growled at Abe’s back before looking at the claw mark on your arm in guilt. You saw this conflict within his golden eyes leaned down to kiss his furry little head. ‘I’m fine, it’s only a scratch you didn’t mean it, I’m okay.’ You whispered to him as he gave it a lonely lick to emphasise his guilt in hurting you.

He didn’t mean to hurt you and you knew that, but it still didn’t sit right with Nuada that in his fit of anger towards Hellboy’s comment you had gotten hurt in the process in due to his outburst, and he hated that he couldn’t do anything to make up for it in this form but swore that once he was back to normal he’ll more then make it up to you tenfold. So all he could do in response was push he head into your lips in hopes that you’ll understand what he was trying to convey, and thankfully for Nuada you did as you gave him more kisses as you carried him off to your room, tired from everything and everyone.

‘Welcome to my room.’ You tell Nuada as you put him down to adventure your room, sniffing things in intrigued and also leaping a couple feet in the air as he caught his reflection in the mirror for the first time since being changed into a cat. Your room was rather warm, cosy and everything that Nuada had assumed it would be from your personality alone, there were pictures of yourself, Abe, Liz and Hellboy on your walls, and even some of yourself and his sister during your days out together.

You also had shelves dedicated to both books and movies alike lining your walls that had warm fairy lights strung up across them and even the headboard of your bed, which only made the room feel more lived in and loved to Nuada as he found himself staring blankly at the lights with wide eyes. You chuckled to yourself as you saw his expression and his tail swishing softly behind him from atop of your bed, before patting the duet to get his attention.

‘Come on up here Nuada or do you need some help?’ You asked but before you could offer your hand, Nuada leapt up to your bed to prove that he could do it by himself with ease, but while his act displayed his capability of being independent, Nuada cuddled himself into your side regardless and began to purr when you rubbed his back soothingly. ‘So much for being mr independence.’ You joked softly as you watched Nuada close his eyes, you knew that you’d have to be careful when you fall asleep in fear that you might squash him by accident.

However you didn’t have to worry much as Nuada -finding his current sleeping position to be not to his standard- moved to clamber up on your chest, kneading your stomach like all cats side in the videos you watched as though it was dough, before finding solace in your breathing and warmth as he soon asleep once more. Your heart melted at how at ease with you Nuada seemed to be, it was adorable and felt grateful that he gave you the chance to know him the way that Nuala did, you even felt honoured there he preferred your company in comparison to other people and you didn’t want to do anything to ruin it in any way possible.

even if it meant holding you tongue about your feelings for the eleven prince, but however you got to spend time with Nuada, you were more then grateful to have and spend it wisely while you could. You pressed a kiss to his head, whispering. ‘Goodnight Nuada, sweet dreams.’

[carmenberzattosgf]

carmy leaning into you rubbing product into his skin, like a cat or dog pushing their face into your hand and chasing after it when you go to leave,,,,,,

I also want to bite on his arm so bad just affectionately give him a little nom even without teeth, a little gnaw

also love the idea of a counter make out but he's sitting on the counter,,,,, what a princess give him kisses

-🌂

His physical touch love language jumps out when you do skincare for him! His eyes just flutter closed as you rub on his cheeks, and the rest of his face. He nearly lets his head go slack to rest against your hands.

I think whenever Carmy first has a partner, it’s also the first time he gets taken care of by someone other than family.

So, whenever you do self care things on him, he literally relishes in every single moment of it. He wants to remember every touch of your hands on his skin. How you’re so gentle with him in ways no one else has been.

Carmy giggles when you give him little kisses on his nose between skincare steps. Like actually giggles! He’s just so so happy and so comfortable with you :(

Now the making out while he’s sitting on the counter? YES PLEASE. dare i say it gives him easier access to squeeze at your chest, and tangle his hands in your hair.

He loves making out with you so fucking much. Doesn’t matter where on earth he’s sitting, if you wanna make out? He’s down.

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

No thoughts. Just the idea of affectionately annoying Nathan. Like just sauntering into his office while he's doing work and jut kinda being in his bubble a bit. Like just standing behind his chair and gently wrapping your arms around his shoulders and watching him code until he asks what you want and you just go "Nothing, I just like bugging you <3"

He acts like he hates it but he likes it. He likes it and he does back. You affectionately annoy each other and light heartedly push each other's buttons.

I love this!

Make Me Worse

Nathan Bateman x gn!Reader • Rating: mature pals • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? •

Summary: You and Nathan love to annoy each other.

Warnings: Kisses, fluff, pet names, playfully annoying each other, calling each other names, overuse of italics, not beta read, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 1007

“You’ve been staring at the wall for the last seven minutes.” Nathan huffs.

“You been timing me?” The smile in your voice is undeniable.

“Why are you in here?” 

“I like this painting.” 

“You do not.”

“Yes, I do.” You keep your back to him. 

“You don’t. You said it looked like vomit.” 

“It does.” You nod lightly, pretending to admire it some more. “I didn’t say that was a bad thing.” 

Nathan sighs dramatically and the rhythmic sound of his typing stops. He turns around in his chair, away from his desk and you grin. Pleased that you have won your imaginary game of ‘can I make Nathan turn around before I do.’

“Why are you in here?” His voice is grumpy, a slightly pout colouring in his words. With a huff, he crosses his arms, annoyed that he lost his pretend game of ‘can I make them turn around before I do.’ 

You look over your shoulder at him and smile sweetly. “Am I not allowed to be in here?” 

“No.” He grumbles, and then rolls his eyes instantly after as he recognises he’s said the wrong thing.

You practically beam. “Oh, and why is that?” You tease and step closer to him, putting your hands on his armrests. 

He tuts again. 

“Could it be that I’m annoying you?” The glee in your voice is undeniable. 

“No.” He glares, trying to give you a stern look from over the top of his glasses. 

You wait a beat, and just about manage to resist the urge to tap the tip of his nose. “Good.” 

“Good.” He repeats, still staring you down. 

“Then you won’t mind me saying in here then.” 

He clenches his jaw and breathes in deeply. “Of course not.” 

“That’s what I thought.” You give him another brilliantly insincere smile and step to the side to investigate his desk. 

He turns his chair, and at first, you think he’s going to go back to at least pretending to work, but instead, he just watches you.

You wait for a moment, bouncing lightly on the balls of your feet and trying your best to hide how you’re watching him out of the corner of your eyes. Ever so slowly you reach out and just tease the edge of his pen pot with the tip of your finger. 

“Don’t.” He growls. 

And you burst out laughing.

Nathan bites back a smile. “Stop.” 

“I can’t believe that is what got you.” 

“I thought you were going to knock it onto the floor.” He loses the internal battle with himself and grins. 

“Why would I do that?” You giggle.

“I don’t know, why do you do anything?” He pauses. “Like a cat?” 

“Like a cat?” 

He nods. “My little kitty cat.” And hold out his arms to you. 

You snort. “Do not call me that.” You sit on his lap and let him hug you tightly and settle you against him how he likes. 

“Kitty cat.” He whispers. 

“I’ll bite you.” 

“I’ll muzzle you.” He kisses your forehead.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, you sick fuck?” 

His chest shakes as he laughs. “I would. I’d like it if you bit me too.” 

You tut and pretend to be outraged for a moment. “Maybe later.” 

“Ooooo, later. Why not know?” 

“Aren’t you meant to be working?” You take hold of his hand, linking your fingers with his.

“You didn’t care about that a second ago.” 

“Longer than a second ago, dumbass.��

“It’s a figure of speech, smartass.”

You sit up a little straighter and Nathan’s hold on you tightens when he thinks you’re going to go away. “I’m the smartass now? Excellent, let me get on this coding then.” You push the chair around to face the desk and dramatically go to hit the keyboard with both hands, still holding Nathan’s in one.

“Stop,” he laughs, wrapping his arm around your biceps and squeezing your hand. He pushes the chair back and away from his computer with his legs. 

“No, no, I need to show everyone how much of a massive brain I have and do this boring coding.” You pretended to try to get back to the keyboard and Nathan giggles. The sound fills your chest instantly, making you light and content. 

“Stop.” He kisses the back of your neck. 

“I’m sorry,” you turn your head and put on your best Nathan impression. “I’ve got this important coding to do, nothing can stop me, not even your kisses.” 

“That’s a lie.” He pulls you closer, pressing your back against his chest and trying to tickle your side. “I always stop for your kisses.” 

You yelp and laugh as he tickles you, manically grabbing at his hand to stop him. “You don’t!”

“Name one time, one time I haven’t?” 

“Right now!”

“You haven’t tried to kiss me right now.”

You manage to capture his wrist, halting his actions and turn your head again to look him in the eyes. “I haven’t?” You nudge his nose with yours. 

“No.” He smiles, his eyes bright and shining.k

“Ah, I knew I’d forgotten a trick or two.” 

Nathan kisses you quickly, a small peck. Once, then twice. His lips are warm, his cheeks lightly flushed from his playful struggles with you. He moans when you kiss him again, slower this time. 

You risk letting go of his hand to stroke his cheek and beard, he moves his fingers to your side but doesn’t tickle. Instead, he helps you to turn on his lap and sighs happily as you lick into his mouth. 

As you pull back he rests his forehead against yours and breathes in a shaky breath. “Come and sit with me please?” 

“I am sitting with you.” 

“Smartass.” He repeats, smiling. 

“I learnt it from you.” You kiss him again, and wrap your arms around him.

“I think I learned it from you, you’re the master, I’m just a lowly student.”

You snort. “You were like this before we met.” 

“Yeah,” he nods, grinning, “But you’ve made me worse.” 

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[acupofinkedblood]

Subspace x reader

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

• Be so for real here, to be able to tolerate this man alone is already a hassle, let alone fall in love with him. You definitely concern people enough for them to check if you have any traumatic brain damage because out of anyone you had, you chose this little shit to begin with. We all need a bit of craziness in our life, but you took it to a whole new level with your evil boyfriend. But in your defense, his unhinged behavior was intriguing!

• Subspace was definitely not the typical romantic type to begin with, that’s a head start for you. He has spent years under Blackrock’s guidance and became an ambitious achiever, romance is definitely something foreign to him. All he knows is that he enjoys your company. And you should be grateful for it! Because he — the great Subspace — even spares you his upmost attention when he isn’t working

• But in all due seriousness and no offense, this guy is such a loser in the most affectionate way

• You know orange cats? They can be such sweethearts, but they have certain reputation for being crazy little rascal. In this case, if we minus the teeny tiny bit of sweetness out of Subspace, then there you have it - An unhinged insane little fuck

• Don’t be surprised when he brings you such random things back. Of course, he is rich and will not hesitate to spoil you. Yet aside from those lavish designer stuff, you can find some of the most questionable items that he ought to bring back to you. Maybe it’s just simple thing that reminds him of you, like butterfly taxidermy collection…or some piece of funny-looking bone he found when doing some experiments. If you’re fond of cryptic trinkets, he is all yours

• He is such a yapper. He will go on and on with anything possible around him: Telling you his accomplishments with pride, bitching about how bothersome his co-workers or ‘pests’ are, rambling on some experiments he has been running…And when you actually ask him more about what he just told you, his eye definitely brightens up

• You definitely have a Biograft that he modifies carefully to be with you when he isn’t around. A companion to keep you company if you may. Just use it for your personal assistant, surely that is his intention beside destroying anyone who dare to harm you—

• Since his lower set of horns can be troublesome when it grows out, you offer to help him carve it. And that is just one of the few things you lend him a hand

• Remember his missing eye? Sometimes a certain liquid just oozes out of his socket, especially when he is stressed out, so your first instinct is to grab the nearest medical kit to help clean it up. Can’t let it infects his already rotten skin as well. You keep in contact with his doctors to know what to do

• Speaking of his rotten skin, he is aware how ruined he is. Hell, his arm is almost falling apart if it isn’t for the sleeve that aids him. Tell him that it doesn’t matter. He is still your number one and who cares if his skin is rotting? You’re already nasty when you first fell for this mess of a dude yourself, surely you have foreseen this coming. When you kiss him for the first time, he almost bites his tongue and waves his hand around to shoo you out of flusteration, and the iconic ‘How dare you-!?’ as well. But when he gets used to the affection, you will see this shit-eating grin appears on his face with pride. This guy is just so full of himself

• Subspace is pretty touch-starved, to your surprise. He won’t ask for it straightforwardly, of course, as if his pride will allow it. But just pick up his body language and you will know when he wants your physical affection. He has this certain part of his horn that if you massage it slightly, he will freeze and literally just not moving at all. Like how you grab a cat’s neck and all of the sudden it just freeze there

• If you do gossip, then oh boy is he ruthless with his tongue. This guy doesn’t hold back when he is talking shit of someone. Especially now he finally has someone who is more than willing to entertain this hobby of his. Poor whoever unlucky enough to be the victim of you two’s verbal violence

• Want his attention? Call out his full government name — Subspace T. Mine — and watch as he look at you with confusion

• He can bake and it’s pretty much edible. But whether it tastes good or not is debatable since he can’t really taste it anymore. You have volunteered to be the gracious one that he allows to test out his baking skill — or basically you have became a domestic glorified test subject — and see if it is good or bad. He usually bakes when he has nothing to do at the moment, which is usually rare considering his workload

• And listen, he is the Morticia of your Gomez. Ain’t any other way around mate. It’s pretty obvious in the dynamic between you two. You love his psychotic quirkiness, and that just fuels his pride even more. Just a compliment from you is enough to boost his ego to the top. It’s like that meme of ‘Hot witch wife and me who will do anything she wants,’ but in his case, he is your wifey

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Note: I used to main this little shit before I lost my account so he has a special spot in my heart

[sseomtada]

rear view [ruben dias]

gripped onto a sliver of inspiration i felt and this came out...not proofread. warnings: 18+, masked!ruben, taunting, praise, one use of the word sl*t (affectionately, i promise), a lil rough to gentle...

the sound of your heels meeting the wooden floor is prominent as you stagger into your flat blindly. a hand splays, fingers fanning wide to feel along the smooth wall for a light switch. flick - nothing.

though obviously not a fluke, you flip the switch a few times more to ensure that you’re not being dramatic. air leaves your lungs in a smooth rush while you continue along the dark path to resume your wind down routine.

work has been absolutely brutal. long hours, sitting stationary for endless amounts of time until you tailbone feels battered, and not nearly enough pay to be quite frank. you needed a vacation, or a lobotomy - whichever provides the most instant relief and gratification.

“snoogs?” you call calmly for your cat.

she gets so shy sometimes, but she loves the dark. it’s her hunting ground and you’re a helpless little ferret. every day must be a mind boggling adventure for her fur baby. or maybe you’re romanticizing it too much, delirious from lack of proper rest.

“snooogss?” your voice is a sing song.

around the bend to the living room you go and let your ears perk up to lock in. while your mind is dancing between reality and imagination, what was that in the corner, you hear a rustle and sudden a fur ball is launching at your chest.

with an oof, you catch her and stumble backwards. the sudden halt you come to isn’t from a wall as you would expect, but a hard, warm body. their broad chest expands with a slow inhale and you slowly let snoog melt from your hands.

“hi, princess.” fingertips grip into your waist, and tension falls from your frame as you recognize the timbre and feel. it’s just ruben.

“h-hi…” you don’t know what to say to stay in character, so you try to keep it as simple as possible.

bringing up this fantasy of yours really did a number on him. it had only been two days since you disclosed it during pillow talk and look at him now, ready to be nominated for his oscar.

“i’ve been watching you for some time,” he reaches an arm around your stomach and reels you right up against him. “you really ought to wear more than cropped shirts and panties when you walk by the windows.”

a hand slides up your thigh, the edges of his fingers toying with your underwear’s seam. you begin to seep into his petting. ruben is in sync with you, his hips drop to catch yours and push them back up.

“or not, cause you look so fucking hot.” an open mouth kiss lands on your lower neck. “so pretty, babygirl.” he starts undoing the closures on your top. “so fuckable.”

you bite out a moan you had been attempting to stifle. that gorgeous accent pairing with those nasty words beckon you to respond. you push back into him, skirt bunching up, rasping.

his hands roam you wildly and dangerously. one cups your hot cunt, squeezing until he feels it throb against his palm. the other alternates between massaging your breasts that he pulls free of your bra.

“that’s what you wanna do to me, hm?” your brows meet as you turn your head.

“mhmm…” ruben grazes the fabric of the mask covering his face across your cheek. “come here.”

you’re dragged over to the sofa where he crashes down harshly, pulling you to sit on his lap with your back to his front. ruben’s burning touch is back again. he has your legs spread wide, using his thighs to keep yours open while he circles your covered clit.

“shit!” your head drops against his shoulder.

“listen to that,” he chuckles, spanking the ruined seat of your panties. “why’re you already so wet, angel?”

“i’ve been-” you swallow thickly. “waiting for you.”

that makes him growl, pulling at your panties until they dig into your flesh. ruben tosses the stretched out fabric to the side and teases your hole with two fingers. you buck into them hungrily.

“can you be good and take my fingers like this?” ruben thrusts them into your pussy to the knuckle and your eyes disappear. he doesn’t stop there, fucking them into when he asks again, “just like this, huh?”

“oh, fuck…” your hips start to rock onto them for more friction.

“not an answer-”

“yes!”

you surge upwards to catch his lips between your own. it’s carnal and possessive and claiming the way your tongue rolls over his. your words fall down the rabbit hole into him in between deep breaths, yes i can be good, i can be good.

“i know you can. maybe you should close the curtains when you play with yourself, too.” ruben nips at your earlobe.

god, how is he so good at this? he’s never been shy with his words, much less when you have sex, but tonight is another level. if you had to guess, you would say that he’s certainly done his homework.

“need you in me…” you whimper.

“aww, look at you.” ruben swipes his free thumb over your bottom lip, dragging the skin slowly. “i need to feel you squeezing and shaking. then, we can move on.”

a gushiness fills the air as he fills you powerfully with his digits. you’re nothing short of a mess, legs trying to close on instinct and his forcing them open wider for the same reason. you grasp out wildly, hands eventually settling behind his neck where a bit of his hair peeks out of his mask.

“let it go, princess. just like that.” he laughs into your ear, curling and pumping relentlessly.

it feels more like you are the one getting let go of. the rope you cling to snaps and you’re free falling. terrified initially, but accepting and gaining pleasure from the weight pressing down on your tummy.

you scream with a filthy grin, fuck, you’re gonna make me sq-

and the weather changes right on cue. your hips lift just above his, one hand dropping to his thigh and the next flying to flick at your clit as you rain down. soft patters fall onto your helpless wooden floor. it creaks too with the force of ruben handling you roughly to face him.

“good fucking girl…” he praises, yet spanks you.

another scream that melts from terror to erotic erupts from your throat. he smooths where his blow lingers as you rut over his bulge, running his basketball shorts. not that he seems to mind with the way he’s pushing it up into you too.

“if you saw me touch myself, you’ve seen me ride dick before too, right?” now that you’ve cum, you’re no longer as needy as before.

ruben knows this about you and you suspect it’s the reason he decides to go about tonight they way that he is. the light is so dim in here, but you see his eyes glint mischievously. and he calls you a brat.

“gonna do me like that, huh?” he sucks your breast and reaches down to free himself. “show me, pretty girl. show me, fuck-”

his words end up in his throat as you swallow him whole. so snug and warm tucking into your walls, you sigh with content. you let yourself just feel him, hips circling slowly to get your bearings.

your stomach tenses as you lift up and down his cock. he swears lowly in portuguese, rubbing up your ass to your waist. his hands slowly leave your body completely to settle on the back of the sofa.

“come on, then.” he smacks your ass again. “fuck me like a little slut.”

you shake your head and laugh, ready to give it to him even more since he’s begging so much. your grip settles firmly over his corded shoulders and you get onto your toes on the floor. soon, you’re bouncing on it. the sound of your soaking cunt working his shaft steadily and your gasps and his groans-it’s already too fucking much.

“that’s it,” ruben marvels. “take that fucking cock.”

oh, he wants you to take it? you bring your feet up to the sofa, legs a big wider, and grab onto the back of his neck. your pussy grips him, tip to base, tucking and squeezing at the bottom to feel the way the slight curve in his cock presses right to that spot.

“oh, shit, baby.” he needs his hands to come back to control your movements.

if you continue doing that one, he’ll be planning a baby shower in a few months. which, let’s be real, you might end up doing anyway because there’s no way he’s pulling out tonight.

ruben thrusts up to meet you as you come down and you quiver around him. you’re so close again you can feel the rope fraying beneath your hold. full surrender is instant this time, you welcome the fall as he spurs you on.

your cries pierce the room and he’s hugging your lower back in a vice grip while he fucks you into senselessness. another unpredicted shower. you drip down his legs and want to apologize, but his awe and praise shut you off.

can’t believe this is all for me

ruben nestles your body to the sofa and joins you, pulling you face to face. well, face to mask. his eyes look so dark behind them as he drinks you in. mouthful gulps until you’re dripping down his chin.

you grab his jaw and kiss him as he sheaths himself in you again. the leg you have draping over his hips tugs him closer, opening you up some more too. ruben grabs your ass and spreads you out more so.

“yes…nice and deep.” your eyes cross.

“want me to cum, hm?” he tucks himself as far as possible. “right here, deep in your pretty cunt?”

all you can do is groan and nod furiously. if you could speak, though, you would say please, please fill me up. make it yours over and over again, please, i need to feel your warm cum in me.

ruben gets the message. he can see it in the way your eyes glaze over and your back bows into his palm. the way your bottom lips quivers and your grow several degrees warmer, steaming up his flesh as you squeeze and squeeze…

until he’s making good on his promise and shooting all the possible little additions to the diaz clan up your stream. you suck them in, hoping it’s helping and not hurting their efforts, but delighting in the feeling anyway.

ruben hums and lazily strokes into you. having had enough of the mask, you reach up and remove it, fluffing out his messy hair on the way down. his eyes are droopy as he stares at you.

“was that okay? are you alright?” he blinks slowly.

you grin with a light laugh, “i’m so good right now. you were incredible.”

his thumb strokes your cheek, “you’re so perfect.”

that’s one thing you’re never gonna argue with. you lay there for not too long before both drifting asleep in the same position. and when you wake up in a few hours, you meet him stiff and you’re ready to go all over again.

[theradiostarr]

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

“ marked ”

╰┈➤ in which dazai marks chuuya up

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Dazai was smart, this much Chuuya knew.

He knew the bandaged bastard had done it on purpose.

His comfortable black choker did little to hide the purple blooming under his skin, spreading beneath its leather with such meticulous placement that the red head could not cover it up easily.

Sighing, Chuuya took a long drawl of his cigarette, feeling the ash scorch his lungs. No, Dazai did not do this as a show of possession, he had done it to torture him. This the man was sure of.

Dazai did not care for shame. Chuuya was a man of dignity, always making sure his hair was clean and nails trimmed, coat ironed professionally, but his partner, alas, took every opportunity available to ruin him.

Each passing glance at a mirror, a shop window, a perfectly shined glass, immediately sent a wave of heat to his groin.

‘That damn mark.’

It only acted as proof of last night's endeavors, the picture of Dazai sprawled out so nicely beneath him, so pliant and behaved, it was enough to make Chuuya’s mouth water with want.

He had to deal with this all day, along with the odd snarky comment from Tachihara. It was painful having to sit through meeting after meeting, sort through paperwork, train the lower ranks and brief future missions with the annoying beanpole on his mind. It was infuriating, but at last, Chuuya thought it was over once he stepped out of the elevator.

Until he stepped foot in his apartment.

“Chuuuuuya!”

Chuuya wanted to slam his head against a wall.

What could possibly be worse than thinking of Dazai all day? Oh, I know-

“Welcome home, Chibi~”

-Dazai overstaying his welcome.

“I thought you said you were fucking leaving.” Chuuya cursed, rubbing his temples as if the man had manifested him a premature headache.

“I was, but then I thought about how lonely and miserable Chuuya would be without me, so I begrudgingly stayed.”

‘Begrudgingly’ wouldn’t be the correct term, there, in Chuuya’s lounge room, sat Dazai. Perched happily on the couch with some reality TV show playing quietly, Chuuya could also see he’d welcomed himself to the pantry, dirty dishes wasting in the sink. He’d strangle Dazai later.

Because what Chuuya also noticed was Dazai adorning one of his stupid oversized sweaters, which hung stupidly over his shoulder. The smug bastard smiled innocently as Chuuya’s eyes roamed over the blossoming marks where his bandages didn’t reach.

Every inch of skin that the man graciously let the world see had been littered with bites and bruises, in a silent worship. Chuuya couldn’t help it, art was meant to be admired.

“What’s wrong Chibi, cat got your tongue?”

Dazai knew what he was doing when he stuck his tongue out at Chuuya, winking suggestively at the petite mafioso who was surely losing his composure.

“You insatiable bastard” He murmured, stepping closer until he was toe to toe with the sitting man. Gripping his chin tightly he forced Dazai to look up at him, who held his gaze proudly.

“You’re pretty talkative for someone who was on his knees last night.” Chuuya had little resolve, the taunting only fueling his thoughts that have been plaguing him all day. It was truly an honor to see such a smart and composed man such as Dazai reduced to nothing but a whining mess. An honor reserved for Chuuya alone.

“Chuuya likes it.” Dazai nuzzled his face into said man’s palm, rubbing his cheek affectionately. Chuuya almost softened at the display, until teeth sank into his gloved hand and a hand gripped his arm tightly, pulling the smaller man into his lap.

Chuuya could’ve easily stood his ground, but he found that hard to do with Dazai.

Dazai desperately sought to be as close as possible to Chuuya with his arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Resting his hands on the taller man's chest, Chuuya indulged him a little by connecting their lips desperately and nipping at his bottom lip, drawing a low whine from the other's throat.

Dazai jolted when Chuuya’s warm hands reached the cold skin under his sweater, exploring every inch from his hipbone to his chest. He purposely avoided each sensitive spot that gave Dazai exactly what he wanted, making him squirm.

“Stop teasing” he pouted, bucking his hips up slightly, seeking that friction he was beginning to crave.

“But Dazai likes it” Chuuya mocked, pinning his hips down and preventing him from moving.

“And Dazai is the one who made my day extremely long, so he’s just going to have to shut up and be a good boy for me now.”

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

Hear ye hear ye

Can u make some more cannons with Bam? I loved your last ones they were so cute, also how do you think Bam would react if he saw someone else being a bit too flirty with the reader lol

Possessive Bam HC’s + Fic!

Bam Margera X Gn!Reader

Warnings: Highly suggestive content, alcohol, unwelcome flirting, violence, masochism, hickeys, biting, marking, kissing

An: This fic was inspired by this post by @ittydoor, which i couldn’t get out of my head until I wrote something based off of it!! Special thanks to @camariesintrusivethoughts for sending it to me in the first place ;D

Bam doesn’t like people touching (or hell, even staring at) things that belong to him,

Namely, you.

So if he caught wind that a guy even looked at you funny, much less started getting flirty with you, the situation could end in one of two ways.

Since he’s a little shit in general, it makes sense that his go to response to someone trying to hit on you would be flaunting that you were his

Let’s set the scene: The two of you are out at some bar and your boyfriend stepped away for a minute to go take a piss,

And he returned to some some asshole tryin’ to chat you up.

“I’m really flattered, but I hav-“

You were cut off by the pair of hands that quietly snaked around your waist. One glance at those rings, and you knew who was behind you

Bam pulled you in close, enough that you could feel the warmth from his torso through his clothes as he leaned his head onto your shoulder, nuzzling against you like a needy cat-

Hell, he was practically purring like one too.

Before making coy eye contact with the guy and flashing him a ‘they’re mine’ grin, “Hey.”

One word, and so much condescension- so much Animal Planet style territory claiming.

Speaking of claiming territory, Bam has all these little ways of showing off that you’re his

Sometimes it was sweet, like when he was a little too eager to loan you his clothes to wear in the morning after you slept over at the castle

Or the delicate, silver heartagram necklace he bought you for your anniversary- this small, unmistakable symbol marking you as his

Other times, however, his methods of letting people know exactly who you belonged to weren't exactly as innocent…

Even if he didn’t have this whole way of viewing you as his territory, Bam’s generally a bit of an affectionate biter,

So no matter where you went, people would be gawking at the little pink love bites that littered your neck and shoulders (much to your boyfriend’s demented amusement)

Point is, what’s his is his, and Bam wasn't shy about letting other people know that.

Which leads me to the other way he’d make sure people know you were his…

The scene and the setting was as follows: it was Saint Patrick’s day, right around two in the morning, and you were walking home from Rex’s with Bam after having spent the night doing what everyone does on a drinking holiday, and maybe it was too dark for that guy at the payphone across the street and his dipshit buddy to see Bam’s arm coiled around your waist or the dark, maroon hickeys that littered your neck, because if they had seen them, they wouldn’t have gotten in this situation. You could’ve sworn you heard one of them murmur, “Nice ass…” to nobody in particular, but you paid him no mind, because you didn’t get that offended when people hit on you.

Bam, on the other hand, did. Very much so.

The guy he was with shot a sleazy glance your way and slurred half drunkenly, “Yeah, I’d fuck ‘em...” That comment is what set your boyfriend off like a cobra who had been waiting to strike, and in a flash he was across the street, swinging his fists in these full force roundhouses- different from the limp, wimpy Bam punches you were used to. Seeing that fight was like going to the zoo and slipping the wolverines angel dust, the way the two- now three of them were duking it out. And Bam was laughing his ass off, enjoying this type of thingway too much, “Yeah? How d’ya like that? Oh yeah, punch me. C’mon, punch me in the-“ Maybe, in some twisted way, he felt like he was defending your honor. Bam’s taunting was brought to a quick stop with a blow to the side of the head as his teeth planted jagged roots into his tongue and he could taste his own blood.

Ducking a punch from the other guy, he turned around and hit him straight on- pow! Like a spring loaded cartoon boxing glove right to the jaw. But Mr. Rubberbones bounced back like he’d done in a thousand stunts and bar fights, with this menichial little glint in his eye, sneering at the guy who just hit him with blood smeared teeth, “Yeah, do it again, fucker- I like that shit.” It was like Tarantino level violence, the badassness of which was not in any way dissuaded by the fact that the cocky smirk plastered across Bam’s face didn’t slip for a second through the torrent of fists.

Just as quickly as it had started, those two dickheads backed off from the two of you with their tails between their legs. That left you, trying to figure out if it was normal you got so turned on watching your boyfriend beat the shit out of two random strangers. Well, you didn’t have to deliberate it much given the way that in the time you were pondering this, Bam had returned to your side and pulled you in, kissing you like a soldier returning from war. His blood mingled with your saliva as he possessively ran his rough hands up your torso in a way to say ‘Mine. This one’s mine’. and you decided yes, it was totally hot.

[starrypawz]

“Oh God, yes, right there— oh my God, just like that, please don’t stop.” “…Can you stop that? You’re making it sound like we’re in a porno and now I’m highly uncomfortable.” 

AO3 Random Dialogue Prompts

There’s a half naked goth sprawled over Nemo’s bed. 

“Alright,” Nemo perches on the edge of the bed and turns the jar of coconut oil in their hands, “You need me to rub this in?”

“Yeah,” Gerry (the half naked goth sprawled over Nemo’s bed) mumbles and looks up, pillow clutches in his arms, “Just a light layer,” 

“Alright,” Nemo unscrews the lid and gives a pleased hum at the whiff of coconut before they slip a couple of fingers in, less pleased at the texture before they turn their attention to the fresh black ink that marks his shoulder blades with the same eye design that sits over his heart. 

They gently brush over the inked skin and

“Sorry!” Nemo’s hand pulls back as he flinches. 

“I’m ok,” He shrugs, “Guess it’s still a bit tender,” 

“So…” Nemo pokes lightly, “Not my freezing fingers?” 

“Nah,” He sighs, “It’s… Actually kind of nice?” 

“Oh…” Nemo swallows as they feel him shift under their touch as they gently brush over his skin, “Good,” 

He stretches out more in a way that reminds them of a contented cat and Nemo bites down on an affectionate chuckle as they check over his skin, “They seem to be healing up ok-” 

“Early days yet,” Gerry groans theatrically, “The itchy phase is coming,”

Nemo gives a sympathetic, “Oof,” as they work. 

He flinches again.

Nemo pulls their hand back. 

“I’m fine,” 

“You’re,” Nemo gives a testing poke, “A little tense,” 

He snorts, “Are you that surprised?” 

“Should I-” 

“Don’t stop,” He clears his throat, “If you don’t mind?” 

Nemo gives another testing poke into the tense muscle,

“Oh,” He groans softly, “Right there.” 

Nemo slips into clinical reflexes that haven't quite gone rusty yet. Guided by the way he shifts under their touch and his murmurs of encouragement as they work their hands over his skin, soft and shower warmed.

His breath hitches and then comes out as a long, soft sigh as he relaxes into their touch. 

They press harder and he gives a muffled moan that Nemo does their best to pay it no mind even though warmth rushes to their cheeks. 

They do their best to keep their thoughts… clinical.

Think about the anatomy under their hands, nerves, muscles, ligaments, tendons, bones, how they all interconnect, how tension and pain is a common malady. They’re applying light massage, a well known therapeutic technique that relieves said tension and pain which is a common malady. 

He gives another soft moan.

Nemo swallows. 

They’re applying light massage, a well known therapeutic technique that relieves tension, doing so causes the release of various hormones, endorphins, serotonin, dopamine which are all known to induce pleasurable feelings. 

This is just a particularly sore spot.

His reactions are perfectly normal. That’s all. 

But under that is another set of thoughts, ones that remind them there’s a half naked goth sprawled over their bed and they have their hands all over him. 

And those are countered with the fact he’s their friend, and they’re just helping him with his new tattoo. And him being half naked around them is honestly pretty mundane at this point, and it’s not like they’ve never touched him before… 

And then that second set of thoughts comes back with a vengeance to remind them about how-

He moans again. 

Louder.

“Gerry!”

“What?” He mumbles into the pillow.

“You’re…” Nemo swallows, “Getting a little loud,”

He gives a muffled mumbled sound of confusion into the pillow and then looks up. 

Nemo sighs, “And… we’re not alone?”

(Thankfully said returning housemate had returned after Gerry was done with the shower, a small mercy) 

“Huh?” 

“Fuck’s sake,” Nemo groans, “Do I have to spell it out?” “Oh!” Realisation dawns on him and he buries his face back into the pillow with a mumbled, “Oh shit,” before the snorting laughter start

[viburnt]

So hear me out! You did leopard touya and i FELL IN LOVE how about a lion or tiger bakugou tho🫢

LISTEN- HEAR ME OUT-

CONTENT WARNING: SEX, BREEDING, POLYGAMY, MENTIONS OF PREGNANCY

Lion! Bakugo SFW+NSFW

Lions, kings of the jungle: known for their manes and imponent roar, basking in a reputation a bit too big for them. Lion! Bakugo boasts about his skill and power, even more than normally, that is. Adding a Lion to this blond only accentuates his egocentric behavior, but there are some new traits to discover with this hybrid.

Lion! Bakugo is all roar and no bite. He yells and curses, and pretends to be the leader, but lions (specially male ones) take care and try to provide for their prides (in this case, his clique).

Lion! Bakugo can't bear the thought of having other guys close to you. You're his partner, not some pesky pray for others to take! He keeps a close eye on who your friends are and who you are with, defending his territory. This hybrid is also very possessive; if you had a previous partner, he'll make sure to get rid of any trace of them.

Talking about territory, lions get extremely defensive with their stuff: he doesn't share. Once Lion! Bakugo starts feeling comfortable in a determined space (like an specific lunch table, library spot or your/his bedroom) he'll make sure others know that area is his as soon as he steps into the room. Oh, you wanna sit in his spot? How dare you?!

Did I mention lions are polygamous? Both sexes are. Bakugo doesn't really practice it because you're more than enough to breed and form a family, but sometimes (just sometimes) certain redhead is added to the mix. He doesn't allow you to have more partners though, female lions can only have one or two males to mate.

Mating season is intense, to say the least, Lion! Bakugo tries to breed you multiple times a day. Alone at the library? He may be bashful but he'll sit you in his lap. After training? Don't worry, he doesn't mind a bit of sweat. Are you doing homework? You could work on his cock too, right? Prone bone is his go-to position, right where he can bury his girth deep inside you while also having access to your body.

He wants to knock you up so bad.

Lion! Bakugo is also strangely affectionate towards you outside of his rut, planting chaste kisses on your face and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. He is very calm and easy-going with you when you compare his behavior with others, you can even say he relaxes with you.

Going back to how this species accentuate his self centered traits, however, Lion! Bakugo is even more hated by others than normal. There's not a second where he is not talking big game about him and his strength.

He roars (unironically).

Also, one of the main predators lions have are hyenas... remember who is a hyena hybrid? Shiggy. Suits him right considering how he was kidnapped by the league.

Lion! Bakugo also has an even messier hair, a lion tail, and matching ears. His body is a bit more sturdy and even has a bit of a tummy because, well, cat pouches. He's still such a pretty thing to look at!

"Bend your legs a little more-" Bakugo growls, tightening the grip on your hips as he pulls you closer to him. You lost the count of how many times he's had his way with you that day alone, his thrusts making your legs weak.

You pant, looking at him over your shoulder. "Fuck, you're gonna give me a cub soon, I promise..." He grunts, hissing as he digs his nails onto your plush skin, painting your insides white once more.

You have to change your sheets.

Tags: @i-literally-cant-with-this @shonen-brainrot @doumadono @imagination-mess @trickster-kat @shionancientsblog

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

It’s always Jake and edging, but when are we going to buckle down and talk about the real combo of Jake and overstimulation??? This man plays his guitar for hours and makes it whine and moan and TALKS TO IT. I can’t be convinced that this man isn’t 100% into overstimulation so he can watch you squirm around and cry his name over and over-

OOOH YEAH

He'd hold your legs open, having you on your back in front of him while he uses your vibe against you. Making you whimper and moan, your back arching as you cum again. "There she is, that's my fuckin girl." He'd grin like a cheshire cat. He'd slow the toy just a moment before he begins encircling your clit again. Your legs shake, his free hand pushing you open again. "Don't run from it, doll, take it. Take it like a good fuck doll." He'd scold, a slap to your achingly wet pussy, you cry out, moaning as you jump from the suprise.

Jake adds his fingers inside of you as he lets the toy hum against your over stimulated clit. "Oh my fuck, Jake!" You whine, tears welling in your eyes. "There she is, that's my girl. That's my good girl. Taking it like the perfect little whore she is. Letting me use you just the way I want." He taunts, his fingers moving quicker inside of you, your eyes squeezing shut, tears rolling down your cheeks in pure ecstasy. "That's right, baby, cry for me. Show me how good it feels."

Your eyes roll back, nails digging into the sheets beneath you. "I can feel you, baby. Show me. Show me what you're good for." Jake smiles, he bites his bottom lip as he watches you absolutely come undone around his fingers and against your toy. You can't stop moaning, putting any pornstar to shame as your cries of pleasure bounce off the walls of your bedroom. "Look at me. I want you to look at me when you cum. See who makes you feel this good." Jake instructs. You look at him, his dark brown eyes bore into yours as the band inside you snaps and sends you straight into your, well who knows how many, orgasm of the night.

You're left a sweaty, twitching, gasping mess. A heap of exhaustion and pleasure upon the bed. "Oh baby, so good. You did so so good." Jake smiles so proudly as he kisses your forehead. He brings the blanket over your body, his hands massage your hips, helping the aching from having you splayed open for him for so long.

Jake kisses your cheek as he showers you in affectionate words. He grabs you a glass of water, helping you take a few sips before laying you down next to him. His arms encircle your body against him. "You did so well, angel. So well. Always so good for me." He kisses your shoulder, your eyes closing from exhaustion. "Love you, baby." You mumble, still a little out of your mind. "I love you, baby. Get some rest, sweetheart."

[ashthewaterghoul]

Dewdrop & Sunshine but they’re in a QPR.

Dew is allosexual demiromantic. Sunshine is aspec and still questioning. Ik it’s not a requirement for QPRs but let me hc in peace >.<

Also t4t stuff at the bottom bc trans Ghouls>>>

They’re like a pair of excitable little cats the way their Fire fuels them both and each other.

They share a nest most nights and cuddle the whole night away. The others sometimes can’t cuddle the whole night with either of them because of how warm they run, but with each other? It’s like a living-breathing heated blanket and neither can get enough.

They seriously cannot get enough of physical touch and love cuddles and holding hands. If they’re hands are busy then it’s guaranteed their tails are twisted up together.

(The rest is below the cut bc I yapped. Who is surprised? No one.)

They often harmlessly bite each other - as Ghouls do - and pepper their faces in little kisses. Also they like to nuzzle along each other’s throats and scent glands for the closeness and comfort.

“Velcro Ghouls” as Aether calls them.

It also means they know when the other is struggling because they won’t be as affectionate.

But it’s beyond just being snuggle buddies or familial, they just complete each other to an insane degree that the rest of the pack almost don’t comprehend.

The amount of inside jokes they have cannot be counted and it’s gotten to the point where the rest of the pack have given up on asking for any elaboration.

They love going out on little dates and day trips with each other - especially in the summer when the days are longer and the sun’s out - and the wall behind their bed is filled with pictures of them.

They have tattoos for each other. Dew has a sun on his inner bicep with some clouds and flowers for her Air and Earth affinities. Sunshine has flames in an inverted triangle for his Fire and Water nature, and it’s on her upper arm.

They have their own rooms too for when they want some alone time or have their own guests for the night, but there’s usually something of the other with them so that they can still smell each other.

Dew smells like cinnamon and burnt driftwood. Sunshine smells like tea and campfires.

They both balance each other out and they surprisingly love doing all the domestic and mundane shit together.

If they’re paired for cleaning duties, neither will complain and they’ll sing and dance around, using the brooms and mops as props.

They have 2 cats together and are exclusively referred to as their children.

They are also each other’s emergency contacts because they have a practically encyclopaedic knowledge of each other and their histories.

When Dew was away on tour and Sunshine stayed behind, they were messaging constantly and calling every day, at least so they could say “Good night, I love you.”

Also, do not fucking wrong one of them, because the other will make your life hell.

They often refer to each other as soulmates and if Ghoul-mating bonds didn’t require a certain thing from either of them that neither wanted to/could give, they would absolutely do it.

✨t4t edition✨

Sunshine who gets all of Dew’s old skirts and dresses that just make him dysphoric now. Sunshine also gives Dew her old wardrobe that’s more “masculine”.

And of course they share everything for whenever they feel like trying something different.

As Sunny’s hair grows out, Dew teaches her how to take care of it and let’s her practice on his own. He also teaches her how to do her make-up, and little “tricks” about womanhood.

Sunshine who helps Dew pack and bind, and reminds him to take binder breaks. She also makes sure that Dew has plenty of oversized T-shirts clean for when he can’t wear his binder.

As Dew experiences more changes from his testosterone, she teaches him how to shave his face.

Sunshine helped Dew recover from his top surgery and practically doted on him like a Victorian maid.

They both turn to each other when they have bad dysphoria days and often are the only ones each other trust with it.

They serve as each other’s reminders to take their hormones and Dew helps give Sunny her oestrogen shot when her nerves get the best of her and she can’t do it herself.

Yeah, just ✨them✨