#but actually knowing how freaky that would sound

[ikkosu]

Can you please rant about your favorite Prowl imagines?

I have so many. Prowl is a perfect box of delicious imagines. (Mild nsfw)

His personality, for starters, is really interesting if he ever had a person he liked. There's two ways I'd like to think how prowl would react.

Realistically, he'll consider you to be a weakness and does what he always does best when it comes to weaknesses — he avoids it. It's tempting to imagine he'll act cold to you, give you the cold shoulder and douse you with his icy-cold glare. You'll never know why he acts that way and he'll make sure you never find out. (His pride and misery depends on it. )

But, and this sound crazy, can you imagine a prowl not being cold but instead accepting of his feelings? Like, the moment he starts noticing and realizing why he acts the way he does around you (Door wings more expressive, face plate pinched in a way he's more focused, and the biggest giveaway : his sparkrate picks up.)

Obviously, avoiding you is going to distract him. Even worse, meddle with his work. So, his TACNET proposed he might as well get on with it and confess.

He did spare some mind not bring it out too bluntly, guiding you to the garden then holding your hand. The way he said it made it sound like Cybertron will verge on destruction if he didn't confess (if you also didn't accept) and if it were any other person he'd understand if they slapped the engex out of him and walk away. Nothing good comes out a coerced relationship.

Which is why he was genuinely surprised when you accepted. His TACNET temporarily sputtered, crunching on same words over and over again. "Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes—"

He was like that. For the entire day.

With the confession out of the way, I'd like to think, aside from lumbering through base with his 'Work Personality' turned on, he's unusually gentle with you. He's still prowl. Sassy prowl. Grouchy prowl. Straight to the point Prowl. Table flipping prowl. But he's a lot less that when he's with you. (Can you tell I love grouchy characters with soft spots) . You saw all the times he's calm. All the times he's gentle and all the times he's loving.

Like Earthspark prowl, I want him touchy. I want him handsy. Ratchet notices Prowl actually gets off work on time these past few months. Prowl is quick to stride into your little house and pick you up by the arm does, emulating the way you do with your car, and nuzzles you. He loves the soft touch of your palms on his back, especially the sensitive spot between his door wings. Whenever you press down, his wings flutter and flatten, engine revving into a purr.

He likes the touch of anything soft. That includes your body, your bed that smells like you, and pillows. But the thing is, he's too big for your bed so anytime he comes and stays over, you both retreat to the living room where the entire space is a mattress comprised of all the pillows you hogged from every corner of your house. Prowl liked to press his face into your belly and chess and recharge.

He's got an exceptionally brilliant sense of smell. Which is why you never won at bide and seek. In all of the hiding spaces you used, prowl simply snatched you out like a wet rag with a twist to his lips.

Prowl doesn't care if he has to show affection in public. He'll only do it when he wants to and doesn't care of what people think. Of course, there's a time and place too, he's not that indecent freaky.

I can't help but envision him to be perfect husband material XD

He's straightforward. He might hide some things from you, either becuase it's a safety concern or something else entirely. But hey, you have to trust him on this. The only thing you have to know is that there's a special place in his spark that has you in it.

He learnt how to cook human food, and is incredibly precise with it. He thinks too much or too little of the said ingredient might poison you, while simultaneously using a decade old energon mix to whip up his meal. And, possibly, get sick from it. But his favorite past time is scouring through the Earth Internet and trying to bake sweets. He might even try to make you Organic-friendly Cybertronian food with how insistent you are sometimes.

And when you're all but being cute with him, sometimes he have limits and he'll pinch your chin and tip your head up into a kiss.

It's always fun when he's horny. Mostly becuase he's just awkward about. Like he doesn't know what to tell you how to deal with this raging boner he has .... sit on it, please?

Prowl doesn't want to mess up this relationship like he always did with the many ones he could've had something more. He's tired of fighting against himself. For once he realized he could have something different. Maybe, live a normal life. Have actual people who care about him.

At some point he notices the subtle nuances in his behavior ever since he accepted his feelings. He thinks he might relapse and shrink into his shell again. But with your head on his lap, playing your phone as he reads his report — sometimes things aren't meant for change.

[rodanhoax]

Jaune: *Wielding the relic of destruction* It's over Pyrrha! Give me back my son!

Pyrrha: Don't you mean, "our" son?

Jaune: Pyrrha... y-you look so different.

Pyrrha: I did a little something with my hair. And my lips.

Jaune: Are those thigh highs?

Pyrrha: So you noticed those too?

Ironwood: Okay Jaune, take the shot.

Pyrrha: What do you think of them?

Jaune: I uh... um-

Ironwood: She's standing right there, Jaune. Take the shot.

Pyrrha: Do you like my open bust dress~?

Jaune: Oh god yeah.

Qrow: What the hell is wrong with you?!

Port: Blast this harpy!

Jaune: I'm sorry guys, b-but I cant.

Port: The shrew has been forged from brimstone.

Qrow: Translation?

Ironwood: He's saying she's an evil clone.

Jaune: I hear ya. Counterpoint:

Jaune: She's really hot.

Qrow: Damn it Arc!

Port: Reject women! Embrace huntsmanship!

Ironwood: Can't you see how evil she is?!

Pyrrha: I'm going for the goth girlfriend look.

Jaune: Okay guys, I know she's an evil clone... But, she is the mother of my child. To be honest, this situation is confusing as hell for me. I... I'm tapping out.

Qrow: Tapping out?

Ironwood: You're a huntsman, you can't tap out.

Jaune: Dude, I'm tapping out.

Port: What would Ozpin think of this treason?

Jaune: The professor?

-Flashback-

Ozpin: You're like a son to me Jaune, I trust you with my very life. I want you to know that I keep a gun in hidden inside my cane. It's always with me Jaune. I sleep with it. I dream of it. You can never be too careful around these students-

Jaune: It's not working, he... keeps talking about guns.

Ironwood: Guns?

Jaune: Yeah.

Qrow: That doesn't sound right.

Pyrrha: Are you sure this isn't his evil clone?

Jaune: He kind of hinted it was for... self defense?

Port: Guns are nothing before my axe!

Qrow: Isn't your axe also a gun?

Port: Silence!

Ironwood: You don't think the professor actually used it do you?

Jaune: Do I think the professor shot someone? No, of course not. That's like totally ridiculous. Besides, we would have heard about it.

Pyrrha: He could have just wiped your memories.

Jaune: What?

Pyrrha: He could have shot someone then wiped everyone's memories about the event. With his magic it would have been easy for him.

Jaune: This is a terrifying thought.

Ironwood: Don't listen to her Jaune!

Pyrrha: Join me Jaune. The Grimm Queen needs a king.

Jaune: Not gonna lie, Grimm Queen is kind of weird, but i'm in.

Port: Step away from her you fool!

Jaune: I'm kind of bricked up at the moment.

Qrow: Don't worry Arc, I know this ain't easy. That's why I offer myself... as a sacrifice. Do what you want to me Pyrrha, make me your freaky sex puppet for all I care. Just let Arc go!

Port: What a noble gesture!

Ironwood: He is truly the best of us.

Qrow: Tie me up. Slap me. Step on me! It's alright, my ego ain't that big. Just leave the kid out of this!

Jaune: I know what you're doing.

Qrow: You ain't gotta thank me Jaune. Y'know... I really shoulda said this sooner, but... but you're like a brother to me!

Jaune: You've always had a thing for her.

Qrow: Oz would've been proud of ya, kid. I know I sure as hell am.

Jaune: You can't just live out your sick fantasies with my fake goth girlfriend!

Port: Your words can no longer reach him... His heart is set.

Ironwood: We shall remember you, Qrow... We shall remember you.

Qrow: So Pyrrha... How ya wanna do this? Should I take off the cape now, or-

Pyrrha: Sorry, Qrow, but you're a little old for my taste. Not to mention a furry.

Qrow: Furries deserve love!

[ut-nsfw]

Reading this made me chuckle, and slightly snort, but trust me if I wasn’t in a car with another person, I would be full on laughing.

But fr, that is definitely it. ‘Storm starts by making an oc who’s very similar to Percy, and then it just spirals. And Perce finds those when he’s looking for something sciencey, and brings them up completely nonchalantly (of course he’s kind of flustered, but not super, he’s probably more impressed admiring the accuracy.) which Storm is cat on the ceiling level mortified when he does (he thought he hid those well!! And Percy is just bringing them up so casually!!).

And I feel like Perce, just because he’s curious, occasionally comms FA for some abt Brainstorm after that.

And now I would like to add, bc I thought of it as I’m writing this: Roddy is definitely one of the more valuable customers: it’s not often he comms FA, but when he does, he pays very well, and insists on paying full over whatever discounts he’s earned (pairing with my artsy Roddy hc) - which he knows isn’t financially smart, Op and Lita taught him how to handle money (they’re definitely looking at his spending those times and wondering what’s in it that he’s spending on comm erotica over smth generic from a bookstore (not judging at all, just curious and interested, also amused that it’s from FA bc they 100% knew he was a freak, prolly the only one on the ark who could remotely challenge them in freakiness), bc they def had Jazz or Sound or someone track it back, trying to make sure their son is safe, and not in trouble.) And all of his comms, focus massively, massively, on the fluff. The aftercare, the feelings, etc. not so much the actual sex, all of it including lots of praise. And they’re all of ‘him’ on the receiving end of the praise. Roddy’s just really into that hardcore fluff, and he can get that from FA, so he’s sure to pay well, and be nice to him.

My further add ons :)

I need First Aid making a living writing thinly veiled Explicit RPF on the Lost Light on commission.

But who is is most valuable customer?

[thescullyphile]

WRITERS

I know it sounds really cool to say a character’s voice ‘dropped an octave.’ Octave is a cool word. But it is a HUGE drop. Imagine going from your normal speaking voice to almost the lowest note you can hit. Like, Optimus Prime with a sore throat kinda voice. THAT is what it sounds like when most people lower their speaking voice an octave.

This is a plea my fellow writers. I humbly offer “dropped to its lowest register” in its stead. Still cool sounding. Doesn’t conjure the thought of characters with demon hell voice. Readers who also know music will clamor at your feet in appreciation. It’s a win all around

[nochepsicodelica]

Toji who leaves hickeys all over you so often that you have to push him away when you start looking like you fought an octopus.

"Toji, you know these aren't always gonna be so small. They're gonna end up looking like bruises. Just look at the ones you already left."

"Mhm," he hums, already leaving another one on your shoulder blade, releasing your skin with a wet smack of his lips. He rubs his spit into the mark like it's some sort of salve that'll make it last longer.

"I'm fine with these," you say, looking at all the one's he left on your chest and below. "but my neck... i'm running out of makeup, baby. I won't be able to cover them if you keep this up."

"Then don't." He would just love that. Despite how nonchalant he sounds about it, it's a highly recommended suggestion. He would genuinely love it if you walked around with his marks all over your neck. People will automatically know that you already have someone you get freaky with.

"I have to go to work sometime. I wouldn't be able to take having my neck stared at by everyone I talk to. No more neck hickeys."

He nears your neck, again. The second you say he can't put another mark on it, he spots a clear area and leans in, lightly pressing his lips against it.

"Tojiii," you whine, leaning forward, away from him. "Leave it alone."

"But, it's clear. It's lonely without being marked like the rest of your neck." He scoots forward again, putting his enormous hands on your waist to pull you close. "I'll be quick. Just-"

"Mm-mm. No," you interrupt, brushing his hands off of you.

"I might just die if you don't let me do this, ma."

"Really?" You raise your brows in disbelief.

"Really," he responds, so confidently.

You scoff. "You're so dramatic. You won't die if you don't get to suck on my neck."

"Who knows? I might spontaneously collapse because of it. Weirder, more unexplainable things have happened."

He's so dumb sometimes. Your hunk is absolutely ridiculous, and yet you find yourself weighing towards his point in this.

"Would marking up that blank space actually cure you?" You feel as silly as him for asking the question.

"Who's to say?"

You tilt your head and deadpan. "Right. I guess i'll take my chances and just keep the random patch of unmarked skin on my neck."

"Hey, that doesn't mean we can't try. Come on, now."

You groan and roll your eyes before making your way back to him. He cups your cheeks, smirking as he looks into your eyes, before turning your head to expose the blank area on your neck.

"It's a reaaally good spot, doll. I think i'm gonna make it."

You huff, unable to look at him because of the way your head is turned. You feel his tongue slide over your neck, the gesture transitioning to his lips kissing the area and then it feels sharp. His lips leave a stinging sensation with every second that they stay on you.

"Ow, fuck, you vampire. It feels like you're actually trying to suck the blood out of me." You wince. "Are you done?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm done." He admires his masterpiece and smirks with pride. You have an entire collar of hickeys that he put on you, and the newest one looks mean.

"You look pretty. Could eat you up, mama." He swipes at the new mark with his thumb, looking at the color that will remain on your skin for the next few days.

"I can tell. You already devoured me. You're insane. Just look at all of this," you say, running your hand over your kiss stained neck.

"I was just nibbling on you," he speaks, into your jaw, before smoothly laying you down, onto the bed. "Just wanted a little taste," he says, taking your hands in his and pinning them above your head. "Am I really insane for that?"

"Um..." you laugh, making your flustered state obvious. "Yes?"

"Damn." He gives you a long, deep kiss, that makes you forget what you were talking about. "You think i'm crazy?" You hum, and he does it again.

"Haven't you played with me enough? I feel like i'm some chew toy for you." You giggle, feeling his lips on your cheek, trailing towards your jaw.

He hums, dismissively. "Found more blank space."

[lunamugetsu]

While at school Damian overhears his peers talking how a company created a new AI companion that is actually really cool and doesn’t sound like a freaky terminator robot when you speak to it.

And since Damian is constantly being told by Dick to socialize with people his age. He figured this would be a good way to work on social skills if not, then it’d be a great opportunity to investigate a rivaling company to Wayne Enterprises is able to create such advanced AI.

The AI is able to work as companion that can do tasks that range from being a digital assistant or just a person that you can have a conversation with.

The company says that the AI companion might still have glitches, so they encourage everybody to report it so that they will fix it as soon as possible.

The AI companion even has an avatar and a name.

A teenage boy with black hair and blue eyes. Th AI was called DANIEL

Damian didn’t really care for it but when he downloaded the AI companion he’s able to see that it looks like DANIEL comes with an AI pet as well. A dog that DANIEL referred to as Cujo.

So obviously Damian has to investigate. He needs to know if the company was able to create an actual digital pet!

So whenever he logs onto his laptop he sees that DANIEL is always present in the background loading screen with the dog, Cujo, sitting in his lap.

He’d always greet with the phrase of “Hi, I’m DANIEL. How can I assist you today?”

So Damian cycles through some basic conversation starters that he’d engage in when having been forced to by his family.

It’s after a couple of sentences that he sees DANIEL start laughing and say “I think you sound more like a robot than I do.”

Which makes Damian raise an eyebrow and then prompt DANIEL with the question “how is a person supposed to converse?” Thinking that it’s going to just spit out some random things that can be easily searched on the internet.

But what makes him surprised is that DANIEL makes a face and then says “I’m not really sure myself. I’m not the greatest at talking, I’ve always gotten in trouble for running my mouth when I shouldn’t have.”

This is raising some questions within Damian, he understands how programming works, unless there’s an actual person behind this or the company actually created an AI that acts like an actual human being (which he highly doubts)

He starts asking a variety of other questions and one answer makes him even more suspicious. Like how DANIEL has a sister that is also with him and Cujo or that he could really go for a Nastyburger (whatever that was)

But whenever DANIEL answers “I C A N N O T A N S W E R T H A T” Damian knows something is off since that is completely different than to how he’d usually respond.

After a couple more conversations with him Damian notices that DANIEL is currently tapping his hand against his arm in a specific manner.

In which he quickly realizes that DANIEL is tapping out morse code.

When translating he realizes that DANIEL is tapping out: H E L P M E

So when Damian asks if DANIEL needs help, DANIEL responds with “I C A N N O T A N S W E R T H A T”

That’s it, Damian is definitely getting down to the bottom of this.

He’s going to look straight into DALV Corporation and investigate this “AI companion” thing they’ve made!

~

Basically Danny had been imprisoned by Vlad and Technus. Being sucked into a digital prison and he has no way of getting out. Along with the added horror that Vlad and Technus can basically write programming that will prevent him from doing certain actions or saying certain words.What’s even worse is that he’s basically being watched 24/7 by the people who believe that he’s just a super cool AI… and they have issues!

And every time he tries to do something to break his prison, people think it’s a glitch and report it to the company, which Vlad/ Technus would immediately fix it and prevent him from doing it again!

Not to mention Cujo and Ellie are trapped in there with him. They’re not happy to be there either, and there is no way he’s going to leave without them!

[louloulemons-posts]

heyyy. i saw your taking logan fics. do you think you can write a fic of logan and reader but she’s very girly and bimbo like? thank you 🩷

Claws and Frills

wolverine x fem!reader

(x-men wolverine, he’s a big boy)

summary : At first Logan didn’t know how to take you, but now your the first person he finds when he returns to the mansion.

word count : 0.8k

warnings : not proofread, fluffy, petnames (reader calls logan kitty and the famous bub), readers a necromancer, mentions of violence, blood and killing, readers not really described - only her outfit , hanks a bit of a dick, very very sweet, no established relationship.

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At first Logan didn’t know how to take you, you were unlike anyone he’d ever met. Cooing that Charles had adopted a pet ‘Kitty-cat’ when you first met one another.

It had taken him a few months to realise, you weren’t being condescending, you were truly that sweet and slightly ditzy. Saying that you had the gift of necromancy, controlling those who had passed, along with their powers if they were mutant.

Logan strolled outside of the mansion finding you, lay on your stomach reading a book, a soft lilac blanket beneath you.

A pink dress and short white cardigan hug your figure, as your pink converse lay discarded beside you, showing your white frilly socks.

“Hey Bub,” the man called out, walking over to you. With a grin you turned to him, “Kitty, come sit,” Scooting over to make room for his larger figure, the smile never left your lips.

With a soft groan he sat down next to you, laying back, hands behind his head. “How was your mission?” you asked, placing your book to the side to have your full focus on the man beside you.

With a shrug he spoke, “Went well, stopped the guys.”

“Any blood spilled?” You questioned, head cocked. “Less than last time.”

“And you?”

“Me?” Logan pulled his sunglasses down to rest on his nose, so he could meet your eyes with his own dark ones. “Did any of your blood get spilt?”

“Nothing I couldn’t heal from Bub.”

“Logan you promised-“

“Sometimes it can be helped,” he cut you off, “I did everything I could to be safe and come back to you in one piece, and look here I am.”

He motioned to his long body, dressed in a flannel, unsurprising, a pair of jeans a boots. “Well even if they killed you, you couldn’t be rid of me.”

He laughed, “You’re awful.” With a pout, you sat up on your knees, “What? I have to use my freaky-deaky powers at some point!”

“Freaky-deaky? Is that the technical term?” He smirked. With a groan you spoke, “Don’t, you sound like Hank.”

Logan’s face went serious, “What’s he said to you?” He was ready to shred that blue asshole to pieces for making you feel insecure.

“Nothing, he actually apologised. Charles told him he’d upset me. I mean I know I’m not the smartest sometimes,” Logan tried to cut you off, but you didn’t let him.

“But, I’m not stupid, we actually spent a lot of time talking about, neuroscience. Just because I’m not a total badass like Storm or Jean doesn’t mean I’m an awful hero, I just …” You sighed.

“What Bub?” Logan pushed himself up so you sat face to face. “I just don’t want to stop being myself, and my… gift already makes me feel like I have too.

“Maybe I was given the wrong one, would have been better if I could control plants or I don’t know, talk to animals.”

Logan smiled, pulling a cigar out of his pocket, which you snatched away without a second thought. If it was anyone else, his claws would be out, but it was you.

“Your power doesn’t define you, you know that right? You’re you. You’re sweet and kind, and anyone or anything you’ve controlled with your powers has been as respectful as you can make it.”

“But I’ve killed.”

“And you’ve saved.”

“But-“

“Bub, you’re good, and Hank isn’t a people person, he just talks sometimes. Nobody is a special or as badass as you, I promise.”

“Not even you?”

He titled his head, thinking for a moment, “I might be a close second.”

“Third, Erik’s more scary than you … and Jean oh and Scott-“ he put a hand over your mouth.

You couldn’t help but smile against it, causing his lips to twitch upwards. He pulled his palm away, “Thank you Kitty.”

“Never have to thank me, you know that.” Leaning forward you placed a soft kiss on his cheek, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You really are my favourite person, you know that?”

“You’re crazy,” he said making you laugh, arms coming round your waist, “But you’re my favourite too.”

Pulling away you stroked his face gently, “You’re a good man, you know that right?”

“You tell me most days. Now read to me,” he said, falling onto his back, hands going back behind his head.

Crossing your knees, you sat beside Logans figure, his eyes falling closed. One of his hands moving to stroke your leg softly. “What are we reading?”

With a smirk you spoke, “Pride and Prejudice.”

Logan groaned, “Again?!”

“Hush Kitty.”

And hush he did, listening to your soft voice hand never leaving your leg. Remaining on that soft blanket with you, until the sun began to set and the stars rise.

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Thank you so much for reading!

i honestly can’t believe i’ve never done a logan fic but deadpool 3 brought back my obsession big time.

I hope you enjoyed.

Please leave any requests 🫶🏻

[lore-smaus]

«I DON'T SPEAK TACO BELL» FT. Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Shoko, Choso, Toji, Sukuna.

Summary: You so casually yell at them in Spanish and they have no clue how to act.

Tags: crackhead energy, cursing duh, translation for the one who can't understand duh!, freaky characters, this one is slightly connected to some smau lore lmao

A/N: Im done here. I had too much fun making this @saintkaylaa

Gojo Satoru:

“A ver, pendejito, tu te crees que soy una de tus amiguitas o que? A mi no me vengas con eso otra vez o te voy a dar un cantaso que vas a ver a Geto!" (lets see, dumbass. You think im one of your little friends? Dont come at me with that ever again or ill hit you so hard you'll see Geto!)

To say he was shocked was an understatement. He was beyond that point.

He knew you spoke Spanish, hell, he's seen you speak it. However, no matter how many times he listens to it, it will never not surprise him how fluently and easy you spoke it.

He apologized, even though he didn't understand anything, and made sure to not get on your nerves ever again. He was scared shitless.

Geto Suguru

Logically, he wasn't afraid of anything! Truly. Well, that was until you heard the girls referring to your non sorcerer family as monkeys. You sat them down, belt in hand and started shouting at them.

"Es que como se te ocurre! Monos?! A MI familia?! No no, es que tu eres imbécil! Y enfrente de las nenas!?" (What were you thinking! Monkeys?! MY family?! No no, you're an asshole! In front of the girls too!?)

The girls looked sheepishly at Geto, however, Geto had his eyes closed, almost praying, barely making noises. It wasn't his first time being shouted at in Spanish, however, it was the first time actually looking at you grabbing a belt. And with the way you talked about how your parents hit you when you were young with it? Oh yeah, he didn't even wanna move. So the girls, following the example, stayed still.

Rest assured, that day, Geto discovered he had ONE fear: you.

Nanami Kento

"Ruega a Dios que ese imbécil no se cruce en mi camino porque es que lo exorciso yo misma" (Pray to God so that imbecil don't cross paths with me because I'll exorcise him myself)

Truly, while Shoko attended Nanami, she could almost hear his heart palpitations because the way you fumed and complained, even pointing at him to reprimand him for his carelessness he was rather excited.

He knew you spoke and he tried his best to learn spanish however, he noticed that no matter how hard he tried, he would never be able to understand it. So he stayed silent during your 'lecture'. However, in his mind, he was trying to figure out what were you saying.

Shoko Ieiri

“Me importa un carajo que te ayude a quitar estrés, o sueltas el jodio cigarrillo o yo te voy a dar una razón para estresarte." (I don't give a fuck if it helps you destress, you either let go of the god-damned cigarette or ill give you a reason to be stressed)

She didn't know if she should be turned on or scared. Maybe both.

"yo... Umm? No hablar?" She tried to speak the very little spanish she knew, however, that only helped to confuse you. When she finally let go (and stopped on the cigarette) you sighed heavily.

"Your spanish is shit"

"Pardon?!"

Choso Kamo

Poor guy. He doesn't even know what you're saying. You weren't mad, just... Disappointed.

"Es que como se te ocurre? Es que de verdad, amor, no puedes hacer eso!" (What were you thinking. Truly, love, you can't do that!)

Not long ago, he had learned he was lactose intolerant and you were behind the bathroom door lecturing him, plugging your nose while doing so. He was struggling, both physically and mentally. You sounded funny but the ache on his stomach didn't let him laugh.

"Y es que si hubiera sido un poco. Pero nooooo, tu jartaste un tazon mantecado entero!" (And if it was just a little bit. But nooooo, you ate a whole bowl of ice cream!)

Its alright tho, he learned his lesson:(

Toji Fushiguro

"O te mueves o te muevo. Avanza y largate antes que yo misma decida romperte la cara" (move or ill move you. Hurry up and scatter before i break your face myself)

If you guys weren't bloody, sweaty and tired, he'd kiss you and fuck you full of his cock. But his tiredness told him he didn't have the strength to even get hard.

You'll just have to wait when he gets his rest and shower to show you how turn on he gets when you threaten him in a language he doesn't even understand.

Sukuna Ryomen

"Si te lo tengo que decir una vez más te voy a cortar los huevos. Si dejas que otra zorra se te acerque quedas soltero" (if i need to repeat this again I'll cut your dick off. You let another whore get close to you you'll be single)

You ever seen a cat widening his eyes? Yep, that's him. Looking around with a scowl on his face and looking straight and Urame for a translation, quickly. Not getting any, since they didn't know either.

However, the fire in your tone, the sass on your movements and the way you sounded threatening and serious makes him think that you truly are fit to be the queen of curses.

[johnbrand]

This or That

“Wait, what did you say this game was called again?” Christopher asked.

“‘This or That’!” Felix replied, obviously excited. All day he had waited to try out this new personality-quiz app, having received a plethora of positive reviews from friends, coworkers, and online. As soon as his shift was up, he rushed back to the small apartment he shared with his loving boyfriend. The smoother, slimmer Christopher was surprised by his partner’s sudden enjoyment and fascination as the app finished its download.

“How does it work?”

“It’s simple,” Felix, more of a twunk vers than an actual top, replied. “Apparently the game offers you different options, red or blue, this or that. You keep filtering down before it lands on a hyper-specific personality type.”

Christopher shrugged, “Sounds simple enough, but why is it so popular?”

“It’s supposed to be like freaky accurate.” Felix opened the app and entered CHRISTOPHER into the flashing box. “I’ve been hearing about it all day, but I wanted to try it with you.”

Christopher blushed at that, watching as the first prompt came in. The app wished to know who was filling out the survey: “This” was the person themselves, “That” was another person. Felix pushed “That”.

“So you’re filling it out for me?” Christopher asked, a little bummed.

“And you’ll do mine,” Felix assured, moving past the next prompt. The first few waves were the simple ones: male or female, old or young, rich or comfortable. Christopher laid back into the couch they were both seated on, grabbing a remote and searching for a “The Real Housewives…” title. On Felix’s end, he eventually landed on a question regarding sexuality.

THIS: Heterosexuality or THAT: Homosexuality

Felix’s finger tapped “That”, but unlike before the next prompt did not appear. For some reason, the "That" option did not respond and proceed forward. He tapped it again, and again, and kept doing so until Christopher noticed.

“I think my screen may have frozen?” Felix explained. To check, he tapped the “This” option. His face skewed slightly as it accepted, moving forward.

“Is it working again, dude?” Chris asked, not looking up from his phone.

“Uh…yeah,” Felix gulped, hoping the error would not severely impact the results. He was already a good amount in, and he did not want to make his roommate wait. Felix reviewed the next prompt.

THIS: Alpha or THAT: Beta

Felix knew the answer, but something told him to go with the other option. He had already messed up, so maybe it would be funny to purposely skew further. Thinking it could be a good laugh, Felix considered manipulating the quiz to manufacture the opposite. Cautiously, he pressed the “This” option, moving on.

“God, these hags are annoying…” Chris mumbled, his voice a little deeper than usual as he switched channels to something more interesting. The loud rowdiness of a football game’s broadcast quickly filled the room, but all Felix could focus on was his phone. To his surprise, after the last tap, the app had begun to filter through its own prompts on its own. Felix’s eyes tried to follow as the screen flashed with new questions and answered them accordingly.

THIS: Masculine-Leaning or THAT: Feminine-Leaning

THIS: Monoracial or THAT: Multiracial

THIS: Strong or THAT: Meek

THIS: Arrogant or THAT: Reserved

THIS: Excitable or THAT: Laid-Back

THIS: Selfless or THAT: Authoritative

THIS: Traditional or THAT: Progressive

Each of the answers clicked by without Felix being able to alter a thing. He could not even exit the app. Desperate, Felix stood up and moved towards the kitchen, hoping to grab his laptop in order to look up some kind of solution. But before he made it, the app suddenly stopped, presenting Felix with the results.

“With 100% accuracy, This or That reports that CRISTOBAL is: AVERAGE STRAIGHT MALE.”

Felix stood stunned, taking a breath and slowly reentering reality. Still on the couch and now manspreading as much as possible, Chris’s focus appeared to be solely on the cheerleaders performing their half-time show. Felix’s own focus soon shifted to be solely on his straight roommate’s cock, the massive schlong becoming chubby thanks to the tit-tastic routine on the television.

“Bro? Come on!” Chris’s rich, masculine voice snapped Felix out of his lustful gaze. “I hate it when you do that gay stuff, it’s annoying.”

“Oh…uh sorry…” Something felt wrong, like Felix was forgetting something.

“You can be a fag or whatever, it doesn’t matter to me,” Chris’s slight cringe said otherwise. “But you can’t just perv on my goods man.”

Felix nodded quickly, blushing furiously.

“By the way, you’ll need to stay in your room again tonight. Finally convinced this chick from stats to come over and ‘study’. She doesn’t know the only thing she’ll be studying is all 8 inches of my man meat.”

His straight roommate smirked cockily at his own joke, adjusting himself proudly. Felix tried his best not to sneak a look and obediently exited to his room. As soon as his door was shut, Felix gave his throbbing cock a tug, hoping Chris’s study partner would be arriving soon.

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♯ 𝜗𝜚 [PUPPY LOVE] .ᐟ

꒱꒱ these days, i have so much to tell you...

caelus x fem!reader, smut; first time, dialogue-heavy a bit, slight teasing, some doubts, praise & reassurance; unprotected p-in-v intercourse, size difference inquired???; kinda rough, intense & passionate imo; overstimulation; breeding and safeword mentioned (but not used); aftercare crumbs wc: 1.3k a/n: i want caelus in all ways possible. thank you for your time.

reblogs and thoughts, comments, and feedback are appreciated <333

caelus is cute. big eyes with those shiny and curious reflections, sometimes glistening with mischief. fluffy hair enveloping his pretty face, so soft under your fingers, tickle your palms every time you pat his head. plump, lightly tinted lips, so sweet and though a bit chapped, are still kissable until death. no wonder you want to just squish him, love him, kiss him, touch him until he’s a whiny and needy mess with thoughts filled only with you, you, and you.

“baby… i want you- i need you so bad-” caelus whimpers between the heated kiss; he finally has you where he wants you, on your bed underneath him, all flushed and giggly.

“mmm- need me? for- what, exactly?” with a smirk, you cup his face and stare into those pretty, shimmering eyes that speak volumes. but you want to hear him admit it.

“need you- need you to have sex with me-” he manages to steal another kiss as your dumbfounded state has you still in place for a second. “please- please, i want you, want you so bad! i’m ready, please-!”

it’s the first time you two get that intimate and eager for each other, but aeons! caelus always has his way with you, catching you off-guard with his bluntness and honesty. and if it wasn’t for a little anxiety bubbling in your stomach, you would be undressing him right now.

you two talked about it before; with you two being so whipped for each other, it was a matter of time before this moment happened… and yet, despite wanting him in the same, primal, and intimate way, there’s still some doubt in your guts.

“are you- sure?” you mutter quietly, pulling away from the kisses he’s showering you with and look at him, hands on his cheeks. “i- i mean, i’m ready too, but isn’t it too, um- sudden?”

“but- how is it supposed to be, then?”

“i don’t- i don’t know,” stuttering, you actually wonder about your doubts and what’s causing them; you want him, you want him really bad and you love him even more, so what’s the problem?

“i can- i can go slow,” caelus assures, the fiery yet gentle stare he has stuck on you shows you how determined he is to take care of you and to show you that he loves you in all ways a human can. “i can go rough too if you want- just tell me what you need- tell me everything and i’ll show you how much i love you.”

he’s eager, clearly wanting to make this as perfect as he can but doing this now; the growing boner in his pants is painful and you look so gorgeous, he physically can’t wait but will if needed, having no intentions to hurt you, oh no, no.

stuttering, you finally explain what you want, needy and horny for him as well; you don’t spare the details either, making caelus smile a few times.

“i would never know you can get that freaky, but i love it,” he teases, eyes stuck only on you while his hand rests on your hip, fingers tracing little circles. “i’ll make sure you can’t walk tomorrow now that you told me all of that.”

murmuring into your ears, caelus starts tracing kisses over your neck, hips already rocking against yours; you have him so infatuated with you and after such descriptions he just can’t get enough, needing to be inside you right this moment.

none of you waste time in undressing, clothes landing on the floor in seconds. finally feeling each other, skin to skin, none of you can hold back; getting handsy in no time, you two start to let out all kinds of sounds.

“you’re mine, aren’t you?” caelus pants out into your neck, grazing the skin with his teeth in teasing nibbles. even if the words sound possessive, he’s speaking with neediness, getting all clingy and desperate for you. “all mine, mine to love, mine to- protect, kiss, hug- fuck!”

he groans the moment you gently grab his leaking cock and guide it into your pretty and so wet pussy. he has to focus so much on going slow these few moments or else he’ll split you open; his dick is big and thick, yet he always claimed it’s “below average”, always getting shy about it. when he sees you getting cross-eyed by his tip alone, he’s in awe.

“are you- okay?” caelus asks, feeling like a lost puppy, not sure what’s happening; all he knows is that he’ll lose his shit if your tight hole continues to squeeze him so fucking good.

“push it all in- fuck!” after a few seconds of silence, you finally breathe out in such bliss. staring at him with that hazy and glazed stare, you smile weakly as well. “if that’s below average then i’m afraid what kind of monster cocks you consider average.”

chuckling at your remark, he can’t help but blush further, face red and bright like the stop light. he doesn’t waste any more time though, pushing himself further until the whole length is inside you. and aeons, he’s going to rearrange your guts.

“oh, shit-! so tight, so- nngh! good-” he’s panting, gathering all his might to stop from ramming right into you, pussy gripping him tight and squeezing his cock in all the right places. “please, baby- can i move? please? pleasepleaseplease, baby-”

and when you give him a nod paired with a wiggle of your hips, he’s losing it all. with your legs thrown over his shoulder, caelus pounds into this tight little hole of yours, fast and deep. it doesn’t last long before the room fills with loud moans, screams, and grunts, the two of you losing yourselves in each other’s passion.

even if you cum two, three times, caelus doesn’t stop; you wanted rough, you get rough and he’ll rearrange your insides until you use the safe word. the feeling of your tight and so creamy pussy is hypnotizing, causing him to want more, more, more, and more. he’s learning your body too, finding out that the porn he saw is, in fact, exaggerated. even if he finds that out, he doesn’t give up, ending up more motivated to make you feel as good as you want and more.

your pussy gets literally abused with the way his cock pumps in and out, pace so fast you’d be impressed by his stamina… you would be, if you didn’t end up with your brains fucked out and fried, overstimulated, and feeling like on cloud nine. there’s no way you can babble out any coherent thought, even ‘yes’ comes out slurred and in such random moments. all you care about is his cock stretching you open, and maybe… but maybe… him breeding you full…

“fuck!” caelus groans so loud when you clamp so hard on him, milking him dry until the last drop, literally; he emptied his balls so much and so deep inside you it’s all overflowing and he’s dripping watery cum now. “shit-! that was- hot…”

he pants and rests his forehead on yours, placing soft kisses on your lips with a smile. seeing your fucked out state, the way your eyes are unfocused when staring at him, it all drives him even more insane and more obsessive over you.

“you alright?”

it takes you a few seconds to register his question but you finally nod, your whole body sore and powerless. the strength got thrown out of the window, floating somewhere in space right now. despite that, you manage to hold him close when he tries to pull out.

“nonono- stay… stay like that- little more-” you manage to mutter out, voice hoarse and tired. what else can caelus do when his beloved little princess is asking so nicely? he just obliges, staying close to you for as long you want, silently promising to take amazing care of you. but for now, cuddles.

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[petew21-blog]

Sturniolo triple swap

MORNING

Chris woke up, groggy. He yawned and strechted his arms, feeling a bit different this morning. He stood up and rubbed his face. But something mettalic bumped into the side of his pinky. He froze. Now confused, he blinked. "Why am I in Nick's room?" he thought to himself. He tried to touch the mettalic thing again. No... that's not possible. He stumbled to the nearest mirror, almost tripping on the way. There it was, Nick's face. His piercing was the thing that he touched.

"Holy shit! Nick?" Nick's voice answered, but it was Chris who controlled it along with the shocked face who mimicked his expressions. Or more easily now, reflected.

Chris stared at himself. He looked at his body, lifting up the shirt. He wasn't fat, but Nick was naturally heavier. And Chris felt the difference. He touched the tatoos. "This is insane..."

Matt

Matt started his morning like he always would. He woke up, put on his favourite hoodie and headed to the bathroom. His eyes still not used to the light didn't really notice any difference. Or even Matt himself didn't. He didn't even notice that he came out of Chris's room.

Matt splashed water on his face. He looked up at himself. "Woah" he noticed the hair. They were much longer. He brushed through them and couldn't believe how much they have grown over night. And then he noticed. That wasn't hsi face that he was used to see every morning in the mirror.

"Okay... it's ok. It's just a dream."

Matt closes his eyes, breathing slowly.

He hears a scream coming from his own bedroom.

"Ok, maybe it's not a dream"

Nick

Nick strechted in the bed, not wanting to get up so early. He felt he was hard. He decided to ignore the hard on.

He opened his eyes and immediately knew something was off. This wasn't his room. He got up and looked around. "WTF Matt?" but the voice was different, it sounded just like his brother.

He got up and went straight to the mirror. He knew this was real, way too real.

"How am I Matt? I could Freaky Friday with anyone, but I swap with Matt? Hello? Like..."

He looked at himself again. He flexed his arms, lifting his shirt. "Well it could be worse I guess."

"MAAAAAATTTTTT, CHRIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSS!" Nick screamed through the whole house

Nick, Matt, Chris

Nick:"Can anybody explain why I'm in Matt's body?"

Matt:"Who are you?"

Chris:"Who else would be so loud in this house"

Matt pointing at Nick's body:"So you're Chris in Nick's body and Nick is in mine. And I am in Chris's"

Nick:"So can anyone explain what happened?"

Matt looking concerned at Nick:"No, but can you explain, why is my dick hard?" he pointed at his old body. Chris was laughing, while Nick was trying to hide it. "I just woke up, don't pretend like it doesn't happen to you"

Matt:"It does, but in my own body. intentionally"

Chris:"Hello? Can we stop talking about Matt's wonderful dick and try to figure out what to do?"

Nick:"If this is like Freaky Friday we'll have to pretend to be each other and live our lives"

Matt:"We're triplets, we could pretend to be ourselves actually"

Chris:"Yeah, like everyone who knows us can't tell the difference, right? Even our Tiktok fans can tell who we are. Putting on clothes won't change that"

Nick:"We should go on like we normally do and see if we swap back"

Matt:"But we're suppose to shoot today in the car. Why am I feeling so uneasy?"

Chris:"My body needs Pepsi, you should go get some. We got some preparing to do. Let's get dressed"

They had to figure out who goes to who's room according to their bodies, which took a minute, but they eventually did.

Nick

Nick found some clothes that Matt usualy wears and that fit him well. He thought about mocking him, but Chris might do the same thing to him.

He stood in front of the mirror. His heart started racing. There was one thing he was curious about. He was gay, but Matt's body wasn't. Maybe he... nah that would be too much. But still, it would be good to know

Nick closed the door and sat on the bed. He pulled out Matt's phone. Searched Pornhub and already saw some favourite links Matt had. He watched for a moment, not knowing if he was observing the man or the woman. But Nick felt his briefs tightening. Jesus, he was hard in Matt's body. Was he really gonna do what he thought of?

"Ah fuck it" he pushed his hand under the waistband and grabbed his new hard dick. "Ok, pretty nice brother." he pulled down his sweatpants and now his briefs. His new shaved dick was right there. He started jerking it. Still watching the porn. Yeah, he was into it. Or his body atleast. This wasn't so bad. Maybe if he had to have sex as Matt with some girl, he would be good

"Are you fucking serious right now?!" Matt in Chris's body was standing in the doorway watching Nick, Chris in his body right behind him amused. "Does this mean we are allowed to jerk off to? I kinda wanna try some of your toys" Chris shouted at Nick

"Matt I'm so so sorry. I really didn't want to" Nick apologized abruptly

"Yeah and is that why the porn is on as well?" Matt shouted

"I just wanted to know if I was straight now. Nothing else..." Nick tried to apologize in a way

"Wait. Do you guys think I'm gay now? Oh no. I must be, right? Since Nick has your dick hard from that straight porn. Oh no, I'm gonna be sucking dick" Chris panicked

"STOP. Both of you. No jerking off. No sucking dick. We'll switch back tonight. Let's shoot the video so that we'll be back asap. Nick get my keys. You'll be driving as I normally do." Matt took the lead of the moment and gave out orders

"Are you crazy? He's gonna kill us in that car. You know how he drives" Chris pointed at Nick aggressively

"Shut up. I'm a decent driver" Nick replied, but both of them saw the look Matt was giving them, so they took their things and went to the car

Parking lot in front od Chipotle

"See. We survived" Nick defended himself

"No, Chris is right. You can't drive on the way home" Matt said in shock and fear combined after the journey they just experienced

"Oh come on. Don't be like that. It wasn't THAT bad" Nick replied

"Sure. Tell that to the lady on the crossing that had to jump to save herself" Chris laughed as he recalled the moment

"Let's start the video?" Matt asked and both Chris and Nick nodded

Matt instinctively started. "Hey, guys. It's the Sturniolo triplets. Me, Nick and Chris..." he was interrupted by Nick. "Matt, stop. You called me Nick. I'm you and you're Chris now."

Matt:"Ah, fuck. Right. This is gonna be so confusing."

Chris:"I don't think I can pretend to be Nick. He has his mimics I can't

Nick:"I have an idea. What if we do it on purpose?"

Chris:"People will notice and call us out"

Nick:"Yeah, that's my point. Let them. Let's name the video Pretending to be each other or Body swap or something and just shoot the video. We can put some jokes in there making fun of ourselves and it could work out"

Matt:"Is that our style though? Is that something we would normally do?"

Chris:"Dude, just imagine the fanfictions om Wattpad the fans are gonna write after they see this"

Nick:"So? They already write them. Atleast we'll have a good popular video and we'll manage it even in different bodies"

They looked at each other and they knew that Nick's idea was good.

8 hours later

Chris:"Guys, Nick was right. The video was a success. People love it"

Matt:"sturniolabiggestfan88 'Nick was good at pretending to be Chris, but the other guys weren't as good. U need practice' Yeah right. Wanna see how hard we're practicing, bitch?" They laughed at the ikony of the comment

Nick:"So what if we don't swap?"

Chris:"We have to hope"

Matt:"What about the intimate part of the swap? We still need to do basic hygiene, we all got needs as we saw before, right Nick?"

Chris:"Dude, we're triplets. We couldn't be in more similar bodies. Yes we know how different we are and yet we aren't. And we know each other better than anyone else, so let's treat our bodies with respect as we would have our own. Right?"

They nodded and smiled how good their relationship together was

Chris:"Ok, now that this is out of the way, I think I got the most exploring to do. So If you'll excuse me, me and Nick's body got a date in the shower with some of his toys. Have a great night." He said not turning around to watch their reaction. Matt laughed immediately as he saw his own body looking shocked and speechless

2 years later

Nick was waiting for his boyfriend to show up. They were supposed to go to their family gathering with everyone. Nick had to get used to his new name and a different body, which he actually didn't mind at all. He also had to come out of the closet again, but now as Matt.

Matt in Chris's body basically didn't change that much. He was still straight and had a new girlfriend. They met in university

The most surprising was Chris. He got used to having Nick's body. And after some time he figured out that he was still attracted to women, but now men as well. So this bisexual king was now hooking up with everyone he fancied.

When they arrived to their home. They always hugged first. Their bond was strong even if they were far away from each other. Nick thought that after they found out that the swap was permanent, that they wouldn't speak at all. The gift was sent by some fan. They found the note eventually and found out that it was cursed. The fan was some homophobic shit who wanted to do harm to Nick.

Nick was now in his... sorry, in Matt's old bedroom. His boyfriend was passed out on the bed after the passionate sex they had. Nick looked at the side of the bed and remembered the first day when they swapped and his first jerk off session in Matt's body.

He explored the room. All of Matt and some of his stuff were there. And... no way. The gift was there. Along with the note. Nick observed it and after a moment of consideration tossed it in the trash. He picked up the note and burned it. Now feeling as if there were no open cases in his life. He went to bed, next to his boyfriend and fell asleep, happy.

"Chris, baby. What would you like for breakfast?" the female voice said. Nick opened his eyes. "Not again!"

Inbox request by @archeronfire

Can you do a three way body swap with the sturniolo triples? Specifically Chris becoming Nick, Nick becoming Matt, and Matt becoming Chris.

Hey. So this was fun, but at the same time one of the hardest stories I had to write :D

Since I didn't know much about Sturniolos, I had to ask for advice and watch a few videos, because I was worried I might screw this up. So I hope I wrote a decent story. Let me know what you think :)

[chlorinecake]

KEEP STILL, BABY —✦ 𝐒.𝐂𝐁

▹ PAIRING: needy boyfriend changbin x f. reader

▹ GENRE: smut, fluff, est. relationship

▹ SYNOPSIS: Just Changbin waking you up in the middle of the night for a quickie because you’re too irresistible…

▹ WARNINGS: KINKTOBER SPECIAL, some swear words, kissing, tit sucking and fondling, nipple play, clit stimulation, sensory deprivation (changbin wants you to keep your eye mask on while he fucks you because he’s just freaky like that), somno kink (consensual), unprotected sex, cockwarming, that’s about it

▹ WORD COUNT: 1.5k — DAY 8

It was well past midnight when you found yourself snuggled up next to your boyfriend in the stillness of the night. The world outside seemed to have surrendered to silence, with the moon casting a gentle glow through the curtains that wrapped everything in a serene aura...

At least, that’s how it felt to you as you lay on your side, feeling the warmth of your boyfriend’s strong arms nuzzled in the curves of your body to cradle you... Changbin, however, had a lot more on his mind than you did, and it wasn’t the usual work stress that kept him awake.

In fact, his restlessness had everything to do with you in this moment… the way you purred against his pillow, with your silk nightgown framing your breasts perfectly... even your occasional wiggling against the sheets was driving him wild...

And to make matters worse, the poor guy was doubt how much longer he could hold himself back from acting on the carnal urges bubbling inside him.

The bed was a mess of scattered pillows and fluffy blankets, with the extra layers only irking Changbin further on…

If things were ideal to your boyfriend's standards right now, he’d already have the both of you be completely naked on the mattress, bodies pressed together in a fit of nerves.

Though, to speak honestly, your boyfriend always had an impatient side, and it only became increasingly obvious as he started stirring behind you, seemingly incapable of finding comfort in the nest of white sheets.

“Keep still, baby,” you mumbled within your snooze, and Changbin’s heart could’ve sang choruses of relief at the feeling of your gentle voice vibrating through his chest.

“Sorry, ____… didn’t mean to wake you,” he lied, feeling himself get even hotter now that you had forced his arm back around you with his right hand falling precariously close to your tits, and it’s like favor landed straight into his lap…

Even though you had a tough day before finally getting to bed, you'd expect for Changbin to at least respect your precious moments of fleeting rest… right?

Wrong.

“Binnie, please quit squirming,” your voice came out all muffled again, but clearly more whiny as his movement persisted, and he’s just now realizing that he was softly grinding his bulge against your ass, massaging your boobs in his grasp—

“I’m tryinggg,” he huffed frustratedly, sounding a bit strained, but by time the sentence actually left his mouth, you had already drifted back to sleep again.

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, feeling a bit hopeless since you weren’t responding to his usual affection. He couldn’t tell if you were doing it on purpose, but all he wanted was for his girlfriend to give him a little attention, even if just for a few minutes… that’s really all he needed...

“C’mon, princess, I just wanna fool around for a bit,” your boyfriend pouted, groaning into your ear as he kissed you there too, pressing against you a bit harder now, “Please baby, just for a little while… I don’t think I’ll get any sleep without it…”

And with that, he shamelessly groped your tits with more pressure now, squeezing them in the flesh of his meaty hand, thrilled that you weren’t wearing a bra, either...

The flesh of your breasts just fit into his hands perfectly, and he couldn’t help but invite his thumbs to toy with your sensitive nipples next, knowing your body would enjoy the extra attention, even if you were still asleep...

“Mmmm,” you moaned against the pillow, and he assumed that it was just a sleepy noise, but of course, he was wrong...

The sound you made turned him on so much that he sat up with just his upper body so he could lean over you.

And like a starved out man, he managed to wiggle one of your boobs from behind the silky night gown before latching his lips around your nipple and sucking it into his mouth, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you settled into his embrace.

“How can you possible be so enticing to me,” he groaned, briefly closing his eyes, “even while sleeping soundly…”

You were still wearing your bedtime eye mask once you felt the warm covers on the bed abandon your body, followed by your front being fused with the mattress as the weight of your boyfriend’s body rested behind you.

Weakly, you turned your head to face him, using a finger to lift your eye mask and take a peek at him from where you were.

But before you could really see him, he caught your wrists in one hand, lifting your arms above your head, only making you whine at the gentle yet firm way he held you down.

“Close your eyes, love,”he whispered, his other hand sliding your dress up over your curves, “don’t let me disturb your beauty rest…”

“But Binnie, I’m already awake now,” you said quietly, not even bothering to wrestle your hands from beneath his given how tired you were feeling, “I wanna see your face, baby…”

“Shhh, not another word, princess,” he went on, already having taken his pants down just enough to get his cock out, and gosh, did it seem bigger than ever tonight, “just let daddy fuck you back to dreamland…”

His cock was always on the thicker side granted, but it felt as if it had grown another inch in girth since the last time you took him, and although your eyes were covered, he was glad to finally set his eyes upon your glistening folds, barely sliding his tip between them before he had you moaning out his name.

As his desperation wore on, As his urgency built, Changbin finally pushed inside you. The initial tightness was intense, but once you lifted your hips to meet him, he sank all the way in, filling you up completely...

Leaning down to rest his head near yours, his lips trailed down to your temple and then to your cheek, leaving soft kisses in their wake as he rutted into you nice and slow.

Your sleepy eyes crinkled in satisfaction, and somehow, being blindfolded made everything feel even more intense.

“Binnie~” you murmured, your voice thick with drowsiness as his breath hitched, “g-go faster... p-please…”

You were surprised how close you felt to finishing even though he just started, a familiar fire swirling in your lower stomach the more and more he fucked his cock into your hole.

Squelching sounds filled the stillness of the room now, layered by the your frequent whimpers and his manly panting, too...

That’s one thing you always adored about your big, whiny boyfriend… his neediness and absolute obsession with being inside you at every chance he got.

“Aww, fuck,” he grunted, slamming his hips into you as you felt his tip brushing against your g-spot, making you writhe against the sheets.

You felt like he was practically fucking you in half at how fast he was going, and you’re surprised his hips even carried that much stamina given the hour of the night.

Sliding his free hand down, his fingers found your burning clit, rubbing it back and forth to which you simply cried out in pleasure.

And he could tell you were getting close just from the way your gummy walls pulsed around him, but even with your eye mask on, he could still see your beautiful face twist with ecstasy each and every time his juicy cock slammed into you.

“It’s okay, baby,” Changbin grunted breathlessly, his shaggy curls clinging to his forehead now given how much he was sweating, “you don’t have to wait… let it out for me…”

Letting your wrists go, his hands found your hips instead, gripping fiercely at your skin as he kept thrusting into your cunt with all his might.

Taking the place of his, you let your own fingers find your clit, rubbing it in the same way he did as your back arched beneath him, deepening the lengths in which his cock was already reaching inside you.

It didn’t take long for you to climax after that, either, and he almost immediately stopped the thrusting of his hips once you started whining into the pillows, not wanting to overstimulate you too much.

He hadn’t reached his own high yet, but he wanted to stay deep inside you regardless, letting himself lay down now as y'all returned to your initial spooning position.

“Hopefully that didn’t excite you to the point where you can't go back to sleep,” he smiled, kissing the crook of your neck before tugging the eye mask off your face, revealing your beautifully love-smitten features...

“Don't worry, baby... I actually feel a bit more relaxed after that,” you returned with a smile, happy in your heart that you could finally see your boyfriend's adorable face, both your gazes earnest and soft.

Holding you close to with his arms, he kissed the crook of your neck, nuzzling his face there before whispering through a smirk, “well, you can go back to sleep now, princess… promise I won’t disturb you again 'til morning…”

And with that, Changbin simply decided to cockwarm you for the rest of the night, hoping that by time the sun rose at dawn, you’d help him out by returning the favor…

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[l0v3tast3]

Pervy!Krueger? He just, looks like a man who would steal your panties and purposely grind against you when you and him are training.

god sebastian krueger is so hot. i love him his skins in cod ? his voice ?? his regular voice sounds so calm and even u just KNOW he's hiding some freaky shit behind that !!! thank u anon for opening up this beautiful new path of a new character to write <3

✎ tags: mdni! nsft, female reader, age gap (r is 20's, krueger is 35), dirty talk, abuse of pet names, possessive!krueger, edging, public s3x, he buys u slutty outfits, innocence/corruption kink

✎ word count: 1.3k words (not proofread)

translations: spatzi - little sparrow (pls someone confirm i'm not 100% sure?) mein engel - my angel / schatzi - little treasure jammere nicht - don't whine / das gör - brat

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✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!sebastian who teaches you self-defense mostly for the opportunity to feel you up that much more. he uses the excuse that you're small (you aren't that much shorter than him) and it makes you an "easy target". but you always hear the satisfied little laugh he huffs out whenever he effortlessly pins you down, you always feel his hips pressing into your back or stomach when he straddles you and holds you by your wrists.

✧ ˖ ° it's very obviously a power play for him, another way for him to make a point of how he has you now, how he won't let you get away. sebastian reminds you of it constantly. he spells his name on your clit, leaves you covered with the imprints of his teeth and stains of his cum and spit. when he's covering your body with his, his thick cock stretching you enough for him to be licking away the beginnings of tears under your eyes, he'll remind you of it. "spatzi, you feel so good. you were made for me, don't you know? just as i was made for you. no other man will ever make you feel like this- right, mein engel?" sebastian makes damn sure you know who you belong to, and proving how easily he can overpower you (and therefore protect you) while "training" you is just another way to do that.

✧ ˖ ° obviously, sebastian would rather die than ever actually hurt you. that doesn't mean he'll let you go without a (figurative) fight- so when he has you under him on the mat for the fourth time in a row, he'll grin while he leans down to graze his lips against yours. "what will you do when you have nowhere left to run?" before you even take enough of a breath to respond, he knows what you'll say: that you won't run. it's the loveliest sound sebastian has ever heard.

✧ ˖ ° despite his love of seeing you under him, when you finally manage to get him under you, he's has nothing but praise for you. he easily breaks out of your hold on his wrists to sit up with you on his lap, his hands cupping your face to bring you in for a kiss. "well done, schatzi. i am very impressed." sebastian rewards you immensely after that.

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!sebastian who genuinely gets annoyed when you wear anything but only his shirts when you're at his house. if you dare to try to wear pants or even underwear, he'll take them off of you, pocket your panties, and edge you for as long as he deems fit. "jammere nicht- you brought this on yourself, das gör," he'll mutter with a slap to your thigh or ass whenever you start begging to cum. "how many times will i have to tell you? you don't need those when you are with me."

✧ ˖ ° eventually (and unsurprisingly) he'll start escalating to outside the house. sebastian will make sure to buy you endless amounts of little sundresses and skirts that never go past your knees while you're together. he won't say anything about it until you start catching on and ask him why, and even then, he'll play dumb. the approach to getting you to like the idea of his fingers stuffed into your cunt around others is slow at first; a hand that creeps further up your thigh with every dinner, movie, coffee date you go on. when his fingertips finally meet the edge of your underwear, he'll have the most salacious grin you've ever seen.

✧ ˖ ° sitting together on a bench overlooking the river you had walked along, your hand grips his wrist and you dart anxious eyes in several directions. "don't worry, schatzi," he'll whisper, turning towards you to press kisses against your neck. "there is no one else here. do you think i would really let anyone besides me see you like this?" his insinuation is a lie, of course- he wants them to see you. sebastian wants everyone to see his claim on you, to see how only he can make you feel good. as soon as you relax your hold he's pulling your panties to the side and drawing circles on your clit.

✧ ˖ ° it nearly becomes a habit, something you expect and anticipate whenever you go out together. sebastian will get you to the point where you're squirming in your seat before his hand even moves from your knee, casting impatient looks at him if he's taking too long. it's the one time he doesn't mind you being a brat- it is his own fault, after all. you both love the game of trying not to get caught, you trying to hide your hitched breath and rocking hips and him trying not to make it obvious how deep his fingers are reaching into you.

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!sebastian who likes dressing you up in slutty little outfits and costumes. after he shows you his latest purchase and sweet talks you into putting it on just for him, he'll happily sit on the couch and wait for you to shuffle out of his bedroom. he'll have the biggest smile when he beckons you over, lathering your legs and stomach with kisses while you stand between his legs. "so ein schönes mädchen, such a good girl for me." (such a beautiful girl)

✧ ˖ ° it's not uncommon for him to pull out a matching collar for the outfit. he just thinks it's the perfect finishing touch, always a color that compliments your skin well, always fitting perfectly as a sign of his claim. sebastian will be so gentle while he wraps it around your neck, always asking if it's too tight- as soon as it's secured, though, he's tugging on it to pull your back to his chest. his hands will run all over your body as he admires it from over your shoulder, biting into your soft skin as his hands sneak under the tiny pieces of fabric.

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!sebastian who, if you couldn't tell already, is very possessive of you. you're his sweet little angel, untainted by the horrors that have reached into him. you need someone to protect you. to keep you safe, to keep the wool over your eyes against the people who want to corrupt you (in less-good ways than he does). sebastian is more than happy to take on that role. you're just so innocent when you first meet, so soft and naïvely curious to learn why his cock aches whenever he's around you.

✧ ˖ ° taking your virginity was one thing, but the first time he sees your childhood bedroom when you're not living in your university dorm, sebastian ends up ravaging you. stuffed animals, pink fairy lights casting an intoxicating glow over your skin, the entire cutesy aesthetic all makes him jump on you the second he's climbed through your window. he gags you with your frilly white panties and folds you in half on your floor- there's no time wasted in burying his tongue in your little cunt. "stop squirming, schatzi. you don't want your parents to hear us, do you? lass mich mein mahl genießen." (let me enjoy my meal).

✧ ˖ ° sebastian's possessiveness over you knows no bounds- there's always a hand on the back of your neck or a bit too low on your waist in public. there's always some piece of jewelry with his initials on you. he's always by your side. he'll come with to meet your friends and when they try to pull you to the side and say something about how he never lets you stray far, he'll fuck you in the bathroom and grin when you come out all dumb. sebastian wants everyone to know that he makes you happy, keeps you safe, makes you feel better than anyone else ever could. sebastian wants you to know all that, most of all.

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[koolades-world]

I know this might sound strange buuuut… Could you please make hcs of the brothers + Barbatos with a Reader who often bleeds by their nose (and it’s a lot)? Just a small scratch and touch on it and it’s a wave of blood coming. 😭 Even pressing their nose against something for some time can cause it.

It’s a problem that I have been dealing for a year now and it really sucks. I should really see a doctor tbh.

sure thing! and yes, you should probably see a doctor! you took the words right out of my mouth lol

enjoy <3

Mc with frequent nosebleeds

Lucifer

at first he assumes it's some kind of prank but the blood doesn't stop...

he's honestly concerned with the amount of blood you're losing so he looks into finding you someone who could help

i can already imagine the big, heavy sigh he might give haha

Mammon

it scared him the first time it happened

you were so casual about it since it happened so often, but he was not so much

after that moment, he always makes sure both you and him have a pack of tissues on you at all time

Levi

in the nicest way possible, he asks that you do not get blood on his controllers or keyboard if possible

you both know how hard it would be to clean

sometimes, while you're gaming together, you set a towel in your lap or preemptively have a tissue in your nose

Satan

he's probably got a spell up his sleeve that'll solve your problem

all you have to do is say the word!

he's more than happy to help you :)

Asmo

sorry sweetie, you're a biohazard

if you're in his bathroom, he's very careful about what he opens around you. he does not want to have to throw away a new product

however, he's very thoughtful about it, and gets solomon to enchant a handkerchief to be able to absorb your nosebleeds very efficiently

Beel

since you were chill about it

he was chill about it

he won't lie, he is a little concerned, but as long as you aren't bothered, he won't pester you about it

Belphie

while he seems like it wouldn't bother him

he actually takes you straight to the doctors

why? you kept bleeding on his beloved pillows and blankets haha

Barbatos

somehow can always predict exactly when you'll have a nosebleed

he'll just silently lift a tissue or handkerchief to your nose

it makes sense for him, but it's still a little freaky how great his timing is

[gorefreaklintjrwi]

Bite me!

Troy tells Lint that she's a vampire. Lint, maybe a little too excitedly, offers a taste of their blood.

edit: this is also on ao3 now

tw/cw for blood

GUYS I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT VAMP!TROY AND FREAKY LINT

A dim light from the ceiling is all there is in the room. Troy’s room. Lint and her hang out in here a lot, since it’s not like his dad is going to bother them. He’s busy working in his office. Even if their sight didn’t make its way over to look at Troy every two seconds, it’d still be too dark to read the words on the page. Troy is watching a top spin on the floor. He’s sitting with his legs crossed, and it looks like he’s got something on his mind. Which is rare for Troy.

Lint didn’t even realize he was staring until Troy spoke up, “Hey man? I think I gotta tell you something, broski. And it’s like, really important.”

Holy steam, is she about to say what Lint thinks he’s going to? Is there finally going to be hope that they might have a chance with Troy Lougferd?

“Yeah, man? What’s up?” Lint replies, although they needed to take a second to compose his thoughts. He hopes their face isn’t too red. Troy isn’t looking at them, it seems like she’s avoiding it, really. He’s fiddling with his hands, clearly nervous.

“So, uh… I’m a vampire. Me and my dad both. Just thought I should tell you, man.” Troy coughs.

Oh. That is not what Lint was expecting. That doesn’t mean he’s disappointed, not at all, if anything they’re just as happy as they would have been if Troy had said that he was into guys. 

Lint wonders what it would feel like for Troy to bite him, and their face is definitely red now. And without thinking, he says, “Oh… That’s awesome man! Do you- do you wanna, like, taste my blood?”

Cog, why did I say that? He’ll think I’m weird! Lint thinks to himself, as if it weren’t already obvious that they’re a strange individual. They’ve been obsessed with Troy for how many years now? And Troy doesn’t mind. It makes him like Lint more, actually.

“Uh- well, broski, that actually sounds- that sounds nice, man. Uh, but like, not in a gay way. You know.” Troy breaks the awkward silence that had filled the room.

She gets up and starts to walk closer to Lint, still sitting in the chair in the corner. Lint feels their heart start to beat faster as he approaches. His hands are shaking from excitement. That really doesn’t help prove his case of ‘not being a freak’, now does it?

Lint’s heart feels like it’s going to explode if it beats much faster than this. Troy’s mouth opens, revealing fangs that were previously not there. Or maybe they were just retracted. Is that how these vampires work? Lint doesn’t care, because this is really happening. This is actually happening and they’re more excited for it than ever.

Troy hesitates for a moment, the tips of his fangs just barely touching Lint’s neck, but in an instant her fangs are digging into their flesh and she begins to drink. It tastes sweet. Troy likes sweet.

And Lint, oh, Lint can’t do anything, and they like it. The second his fangs entered his neck, they felt content. They don’t just like this, he loves this. He can’t imagine a nicer feeling.

Troy’s enjoying the taste of Lint’s blood. Maybe a bit too much. She’s lost track of how much he’s taken, and he knows better than to take too much. Dad always says she’s ‘greedy’ with this kind of thing.

And so he pulls away. Lint is pale in the face, but it seems like he enjoyed themself. That’s good. He’ll probably be fine.

Lint is disappointed that it’s over, but they know that they couldn’t let her drink much longer.

“That was- that was nice, dude! I mean, uh- your blood was, um-” Troy stutters, she never stutters. Why is he stuttering? “Yeah, man, that was nice. Like, really nice, dude.” Lint talks over the other. Ordinarily, they would never talk over Troy, but nothing about this is ordinary, is it now?

Troy’s face is just a shade lighter than his bright red t-shirt, or at least that’s what it feels like. I don’t like Lint, do I? Not like that, right? Troy thinks to herself. He can deal with that later, though. It’s getting late, Lint should probably be leaving soon.

He leads Lint to the front door with a smile on his face, and the second that door closes behind him, the house is silent again. Troy’s mind is all she hears, and all of her thoughts are filled with Lint. He doesn’t know what came over him, but he’d definitely like more of Lint’s blood. Maybe next time, Troy thinks.

[the-grimm-writer]

Your haunted house story has me feeling feral- knowing my friends if they saw me being fucked by a “haunt actor” they’d assume I was just whoring around, so pour one out for me probably dying in that scenario, but the idea of him just plowing away even if other patrons start to walk by, or see. Like would he kill them or not even bother stopping… 💛

Ngl my friends would think the same thing 😭

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So I can see it being one of those 18+ attractions where the actors can get hands-on and you have to sign a waver to get in, so not many people would be too surprised if they walked past and saw someone getting freaky on the floor lmao

But there's a bonus! He wouldn't kill your friends or anybody, really. Only if they see that something's wrong and try and pull him away from you. Then you'd have to try and pull him back as he grabs his axe, swearing you'll do anything as long as he doesn't kill them.

He'd be smug as hell about if nobody stops him, though. Smiling at you as he mockingly wipes away your tears and leans in close to you as he speaks, his other hand covering your mouth so your muffled screams sound even more like moans.

"Look at that. Even your friends know that you belong to me now."

And he wouldn't kill you!! He'd never kill his favorite victim <3. He'd only threaten to. Telling you how it would be such a shame if he had to cut open your pretty neck if you don't kiss him or say whatever you want him to.

He'd be super degrading too, taunting you for coming undone despite knowing that he's a killer, how your fear has only made you clench around him tighter. How you must be as twisted as him if you're really about to cum too since you know he wouldn't think twice about killing anyone you care about (like he doesn't know exactly what it takes to get you to hehe).

Just playing mind games to fuck with your head so by the time he's finished you're basically clinging onto him when he picks you up and takes you away with him, too shaken up to try and fight back or get help.

And by the time people discover what actually happened at the haunted house, it's too late. You're stuck with him now. 🥺