#but he's sweaty so they stick to his chest. yes you wanna

[alicedrawslesmis]

again I forgot to draw today cause I went to see a movie in the theatre lollll

but this time the movie did not have Dev Patel looking sweaty and bloody so I already forgot most of it

Stream Monkey Man

[fairytsuk1]

Please write more about bakugou and softie! Gf, i literally need that, you write really good dear😭

katsuki with a softie!gf

your movie night had started innocent enough. katsuki had helped you prep the snacks—caramel popcorn for you, and extra salty, extra spicy for him. he’d already given your ass a swat in warning, “quit eatin’ from my bowl, you’re such a brat.”

he knows that look you give him when you want him. he’d recognize it anywhere! but, he really thought you’d be able to hold out for longer. he snickers at your trembling in his lap.

“katsuki, help me,” you paw at his chest, hips swirling in his lap. “need your help, pleaseee?”

your boyfriend is so mean. he drinks in your begging self, and you know he’s feeling your walls squeeze him with every cant of your hips. he gives barely any indication though, only panting and gripping.

“no. i told you, i wanted to watch the movie. so, you gotta work for it. be good.”

really, you’re just being difficult. riding him was always incredible and made you feel so full as you dropped your ass against his muscles thighs. yet katsuki had spoiled you; your legs didn’t move like his hips did. they didn’t fuck you like he did!

a burn spreads through your thighs as you bounce in his lap, fat cock spreading you so lewdly—katsuki lets out a relieved sigh as your pussy swallows him whole. fully bottomed out and full to the brim. your boyfriend claims he’s watching the movie but you can see how his eyes flicker to your swollen clit pressing against his base as he stretches your gummy walls.

“‘tsuki, katsukii! help me…?”

you’ve got him. he rolls his eyes yet his hands mold to the plush of your hips easily, “you’re so needy. can’t do anythin’ with you…”

your man plants his socked feet on the carpet before leaving you gasping for air as he thrusts up into you. he’s much faster than you were and his muscles ripple under your fingers as he fucks you.

“fuck, pussy’s gripping me so tight. y’really wanted me, huh?”

“yes!! ohgod—tsukii, feels so good!”

“i know, i know,” he murmurs into your neck. “you’re so fucking sweet for me. it’s insane, makes me wanna fuck you dumb and leave you full, fuckkk.”

“i-i love anything, ‘m getting close, katsuki…!”

“yeah? my pretty baby,” his arms keep you pressed against him as they slink around your waist and squeeze. “shitttt, listen to how much she loves me.”

you can’t even rebuke the slutty noises your hole is making. your toes are curling as you writhe and you’re gone. he doesnt stop even as your hands push at his shoulders because it’s too much!! but he only smirks as he strokes and rubs tight circles on your puffy clit.

“ngh, ‘nd i love you too, baby. c’mon, wanna feel you cream on this cock—ohfuck!”

your sloppy cunt completely drowns out the movie as you gush all over his dick. you’re sobbing, clinging to him and katsuki can barely keep his eyes open as he pumps his load into you.

“c’mere, baby.”

it’s so messy, and yet your man is sticking his sweaty face against yours to give you a sugary kiss. you’re nearly asleep but you giggle in his grasp, “stop!! you’re all sweaty!”

“after all i do for you, that’s the thanks i get from my girl?”

he slaps your ass and you jump, “thank you, katsukiii~.”

he grins like a fat cat as you purr, “you’re welcome.”

[pretty-little-mind33]

Dave Lizewski x fem!reader

Summary: When Dave is hired by your dad to clean your pool during the summer, something you'd known for a long time becomes even more obvious

Genre: Fluff with a smidge of suggestive content 😏

Warnings: flirty!reader, submissive undertones!dave, shy!dave, dave and reader are eighteen, swearing, making out.

~ here you go my lovely @moonlightspencie 🫶💕~

DAVE LIZEWSKI MASTERLIST

You and Dave Lizewski aren't by any means close during the school year. You both live in completely different circles. You have your more popular friends and Dave has his small group of nerds. In all honesty, the only time you interact with him is when you occasionally take out the trash at the same time and see him from across the road.

He'll wave nervously and you'll smile to yourself. 

He really is cute. 

However, you weren't expecting to hear his voice as you're sunbathing by your pool on a sunny July afternoon.

You sit up instantly and push your sunglasses up on your head as you hear the small, "Yes, sir," Dave mutters as he holds the pool stick in one hand and listens to your dad explain how to clean the pool. 

"Ah, Y/n, this is David—Mr. Lizewski's son—he lives next door," your dad calls when he sees you, "He's cleaning our pool for a quick buck." 

He then turns to Dave and gestures to you, "This is my daughter, Y/n."

You smile and tilt your head as some water from your damp hair hits your shoulders. "I know, Dad. He knows. We're both seniors now," you say and sip from your lemonade, eyeing Dave.

"Hi, Dave," you say with a smile and the poor boy's cheeks turn crimson. 

Thank God you wore your sexy bikini. 

Your dad looks between you both, his hands on his hips, but he doesn't comment. "Alright, well, good meeting you Dave. I'll be inside if you have any questions," he says and once he's gone, Dave looks like a deer in headlights.

He's still standing by the pool, wearing embarrassingly colorful shorts and a white T-shirt. His brown curly hair is only a little longer than you remembered from a few months ago and he looks slightly fitter.

"You gonna stare at me the entire time or work, Lizewski?" you laugh and turn onto your stomach, pushing down your sunglasses again and resisting your head on your arms. You smile to yourself when you hear Dave's mumblings and shufflings as he works. 

Around fifteen minutes later, you shift onto your back again and see that Dave looks already sweaty from the excessive heat. Shit, he looks good.

"How long until I can take a dip," you cross your legs and ask, smiling at him as he jumps in surprise at the sound of your voice.

"O-oh, um," he avoids your gaze as he looks down at the pool, "I haven't added the chlorine and s-stuff y-yet, but after that probably I think- like thirty minutes?" 

You sit up and frown. "I'll just take a dip now, then, I don't wanna wait that long," you say and stand, running a hand in your hair as you walk to the stairs.

Dave watches you and he can't help but admit he's staring at your curves in your bikini. He resists the urge to adjust his shorts. 

"Y-yeah, s-sure," he stutters, unsure what to do now. 

You find him adorable so you smile at him as you walk into the pool. "Come, join me," you say, "It's boiling outside. My dad won't mind, promise," you say and guide some water onto your arms. 

Dave looks nervous now, his blue eyes round and unsure. "I- I don't want to bother you."

You smile at him and duck under the water, coming up and pushing hair from your forehead. "Nonsense, Lizewski. I'm inviting you in. Now, c'mon," you chuckle and swim around the pool.

Dave hesitates but he finally shrugs off his shirt and awkwardly covers himself until the pool water reaches his waist. He can feel you staring at his arms and chest and he blushes harder.

You swim to him. "Why're you so shy?" you ask curiously. "Usually guys that look like you are arrogant assholes."

"Guys that look like me?" Dave questions, walking further into the pool to meet you in the middle. He lifts his arms as he winces from the coolness of the water. 

You laugh and swim even closer until you're standing face-to-face in the water. Dave still looks blushed and you smirk. "Yeah. Guys that are handsome and cute and—" your gaze flickers to his abs, "hot—like you."

Dave looks like he could explode any second by how flushed he is and he rubs his nape. "Y-you think I'm all those things?"

You laugh, "Don't you own a mirror, Lizewski?"

He clearly doesn't know how to answer that so he goes with a compliment instead. "You're hot too, and cute–and b-beautiful," he mumbles shyly, "and your personality is totally banger–" he tries and you can tell he means it he's just nervous. 

You walk closer to him and hover your hand over his cheek before you push some of his curls behind his ear with your wet hand. "Dave, have you ever kissed a girl?" you ask, already knowing the answer. 

His breath hitches. "N-no–" 

"Is it okay if I kiss you?" You look into his blue eyes and then at his pink lips. 

Dave stutters, "B-but your parents—"

"Aren't paying attention to us. Promise," you smile and cup his cheek fully in your hand. You pull him in, pressing your lips to his gently. He's stiff in the beginning, his hands awkwardly finding your shoulders.

"Relax," you tease and bump your nose against his. 

Dave relaxes and he lets out a small gasp as you push his back to the cool tile of the pool, your mouth exploring his hungrily. He's not a bad kisser for someone who'd never done it and when you wrap one leg around his hip, his hand dips under the water to hold your thigh. You groan into his lips and continue to kiss him as the water splashes around you.

The sun is warm on your skin and Dave can taste the lemonade from your lips. It's intoxicating and he wants more. He pulls away, breathless as he looks down at your body glistening from water and his dick fully hardens at how sexy you look in your bikini. His eyes are glued to your tits. 

"Here," you laugh, feeling him becoming all hot and bothered so you guide one of his hands to your tit and continue to kiss him as he feels you up. You run one of your hands up and down his abs under the water. "Good boy," you praise between kisses and you feel like you're also on fire. 

No experienced boy has ever made you feel this good. How is that even possible?

You make out for another few minutes and then as you pull away, Dave's lips are red and moist. His eyes are blown wide and he's panting. He looks breathtakingly beautiful. 

You smirk and kiss his cheek, pushing away from him. "Times up," you tease and walk out of the pool, feeling his eyes linger on your figure as you wrap a towel around yourself. You turn to him, your tone light, "You should get back to work—Dad doesn't like slackers," you taunt him and grab your magazine. 

You hear Dave scrambling to exit the pool and you toss him an extra towel. 

"Might have to fix that big problem of yours first," you giggle, smirking.

Dave immediately presses the bunched-up towel against his boner as he makes an embarrassed squeal. Your heart leaps at the sound and you look over your shoulder, waving at him as you walk away. 

"I'll see you around, baby," you say with a wink and he is left a blushing mess behind you. 

[sanjisblackasswife]

Monster Trio Having “Flashbacks” (NSFW)

@roronoaswifey taught me something 😁

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Mentions of Sex the night before

Luffy (While Eating)

“Thanks for the food!”

“Yeah. Yeah. This is like the 4th plate.”

Sanji waved off to his bottomless pit he calls a captain to eat. Luffy indulges himself once again to a meal of delicious juicy meat.

The sweet and savory mix of the marinade Sanji cooked to the tender beef coated his tongue with each bite, Luffy hums at the table eating to himself.

However, he takes one big bite and some of the meat squirted out on the table and onto his fingers.

Without thought he sucked on his thumb,

and that’s when it happened.

“Lu—!” Your breathless moan echoing in his mind, your thighs trembling over his sweaty broad shoulders now lowering to the sides of his hips as Luffy sits up on his knees to get a good look at you.

“You came a lot.” Luffy spoke seeing your sloppy, wet slit, covered in his spit and remnants of his cum, “But m’not done eating you up, Y/n.”

He gigglies lowly, his right hand rubbing up and down your shaky hip and thighs. He wasn’t wrong, already being fucked dumb by his cock and without letting you breathe he goes back down on you to “clean you up” which was always Luffy’s favorite part of having sex with you.

“Lu…more…”

“Hm?” He plays dumb, leaning into your face, the tip of his cold fingers tapping on your sensitive clit from below making you hiss, “Whatcha say?”

“More..please, papi…please..”

Dammit you knew the magic word (or name in this case) and it fucked your captain up a little. Whenever he hears the purrs of his nickname only you give him it gets his mind so fuzzy.

Right before he goes back down to finish the job he sticks his thumb inside your slit, wiggling it a little, cock twitching at how slimmy and wet you were, squirting just a little more on his wrist.

“Damn..” He looks at his hand, right before he takes a long lick from his wrist to his thumb, popping noises is the last thing you hear paired with a satisfied chuckle before he—

“Lu!” You snapped at his big doe eyes, He finally blinks and chokes a little at the remnant of food he has in his cheeks, you laugh a little. “You okay? You just was in some other planet just now mid bite.”

Not knowing what to say, he stares at you. Face unreadable to you which makes you stare at him back.

Your beautiful innocent smile that was once quivering lips of his name last night. He wasn’t sure why he had such a random memory of something you both do so often, but now wasn’t time to think, because once he took his last bite he took YOU back to recreate the mess he made of you yesterday.

Sanji

You are such a special woman to him. So special that he even wanted to keep you beside him as he cooked.

“Whatcha makin’ today, pretty boy.”

Sanji smiles, stirring the boiling pot of soup as you sat on the counter beside him, pink dusted his cheeks hearing your nickname for him.

“Just lunch, sweetheart. Wanna try some? See how you like it.”

“I always love your cooking, Ji….but yes I do.”

You share a giggle as he places the wooden spoon to your lips, his other hand cupping below it you slurp the delicious meal he made, slightly rolling your eyes back at how amazing it all melted in your mouth.

However, some of the soup dripped down your lip and to your clevage causing Sanji to quickly grab a paper towel and wipe it for you, leaving you a little warm in the face for when he wiped your breast so cautiously, moving up and down your chest seeing it wiggle with each movement he did.

And he noticed to, “Oh…sorry…”

“Don’t be. You can do whatever you want I won’t get mad.”

You peck his cheek before leaving the kitchen to use the bathroom and left him with his thoughts.

his eyes going back to the pot but his mind now to earlier this morning.

“F-fuck!”

This was such a sight for sore eyes, your pretty supple tits wrapped around his cock, tongue laid flat out to swirl around his blushing tip each time he thrusted upwards.

“Y/n…Y/n!”

His voice is a broken record to your name, repeating it, being so needy for more of your touch, his hair was a wavy sweaty mess, hip thrust, head falling back. He couldn’t believe he never asked to be waken up like this sooner.

“Cu—cumming again ah fuck im cumming again! Fuck fuck fuck!”

“Cum for me, Ji.” Your words are just broken moans somehow getting just as much pleasure as your pervy cook just from watching him glide his cock between your tits.

He does so, leaving your neck down coated in his sticky cum, you couldn’t even enjoy the feeling of it dripping down your skin before Sanji grabbed your throat to kiss you. He moans so slutty, it vibrates on your tongue, he nearly swallows it whole once he shoves his inside your mouth.

“S-sorry…lemme…repay you really quick…” His lips tremble against yours with a slight grin.

“Do whatever you want to me, Prince…I’m all yours.”

You in an instant felt Sanji pull you up to lay you back on the bed, his head leaving open mouthed kisses all over before he reaches the special spot right between your legs,

“Oh!…Sanji!…San…Ji!”

“SANJI!” You snapped at him. He blinks repeatedly and almost notice his soup burning he panics to move the pot. “You okay baby?”

He turns to you, eyes immediately looking at your chest again, how supple they look, and how even prettier they were when—

“Y/n, my love….can we go to your room really quick?”

Zoro

“1,579…1,580…”

Zoro spent his afternoon like he usually does training. You however wanted to ask him if he wanted to have lunch so when doing so you interrupted him.

“In a minute, woman….I’m almost done.”

“You always do 2,000 pushups cant you cut it today?”

“No! I have to get stronger.”

“Ugh. Fine. You’re so mean when you ignore me.”

“I’m not—-whatever.”

You stick your tongue out at him before leaving to eat. Zoro grunts a little more and finishes his set when he gets reminded of yesterday’s training with you.

“Z-zoro! T-too too much!”

If there was one thing Zoro loves more than Sake and his swords, was your face when under him.

“C’mon…gimme 2 more.”

Your ankles on his shoulders, back on the cold wooden floor of the Crows Nest you try your best to contain your breast but no longer were you able to do that when Zoro presses himself further into you.

“TOO MUCH!”

Your cries were on deaf ears, he was already fucking you into over stimulation. Just cumming twice and he didn’t even give you a moment to ride out the high just for you to get closer to a newer and harder orgasm than before as Zoro forced you to take all he had to give you.

Your mind couldn’t even begin to figure out whether to ask him to stop or keep going, but your body was starting to speak for you.

“Got damn girl—fuck! Locking me in huh—ah fuck!”

You wrapped your ankles around him, your arms above your head, now given up to the erratic hip snaps that Zoro was giving you.

“Ganna cum? hm? “

His fucking heavy breathing and his slurred voice in your ear made you clench down harder, hand right on his undercut about to claw it, if he kept talking to you. He knew exactly how to get you riled up by his voice.

“You’re so…mean fuckkkkk…” You whined leaning against his sweaty face as he was buried in your neck he down a low chuckle and picks up to pace. He doesn’t need you talking right now he needed you to be too dumb fucked to do so.

“C’mon. Cum for me. Do it c’mon baby..cum on this cock for me please.”

His palm moves to your lower belly pressing down of the vague bulge of your belly, and your eyes nearly pop put of your socket body shaking against his as you just couldn’t stop convulsing, crying his name in his ear up until—

“AH FUCK!”

Zoro falls face first on the floor, not realizing he space out holding a plank for way too long. He looks up from the floor and huffs.

“That damn woman…shit.”

At lunch you couldn’t figure out why Zoro’s hand kept caressing your thigh as you all ate. He wasn’t really into PDA like that so it startled you a bit.

Eventually though.

He fessed up and it led to another training session.

[roadkillremi]

Kinktober '23

3 out of 11

Blindfold/Roleplay

Stu Macher X F!Reader

MasterList. Kinktober '23

Summary : Stu Macher puts you in a blindfold (consented), smut without a plot. Characters are 18+

Warnings : MINORS DNI, Blindfold, gagging, roleplay (Stu being Ghostface), masterbation, p in V, knife play

The soft silk covered your eyes perfectly. You tried to open your eyes just to see darkness. You heard shuffling around the bed, the mattress sunk into your right. The smell of beer and weed were in the air. Stu chuckled softly rubbing his finger down your face. It slid down barely touching you.

"Is it weird?" He whispered. His voice was raspy and low. You turned towards the sound, "A bit...". He took a deep breath, "So you still wanna try?". When he exhaled the smell of weed intensified. You scrunched up your nose, "Yeah, I'll tell you if I don't.".

"Awesome."

You swear you could hear his smile as he spoke. It went silent and back to shuffling. Your mind went wild of what he'd do to you. You were a bit nervous, what if someone walked in?

Billy had a reputation for not knocking when you and Stu were busy. He didn't seem to care and just walked straight out of the room going, "Nevermind you two are.. busy".

You were too focused on your thoughts when Stu touched your chin. You jumped back before leaning into his touch. He laughed softly rubbing your chin gently.

"Imma take off your clothes.." he whispered. You nodded giving him approval, he hands darted to your shirt. He roughly took it off causing the blindfold to shift up. You opened your eyes seeing him completely naked in front of you. He smirked fixing the mask blind you.

"Nuh-huh" he teased. You whined softly going back to your fate of no vision. He slid your bottoms down in one swoop. You moved your hands around the bed to get a feel for what's near you. His bed was unmade and the sheet was coming off.

"here lemme help you.." he grabbed your hips sitting you against the wall next to his bed. He opened your legs letting out a soft, "whoa..". His fingers trailed down your thighs closer to your heat. He gently touched your clit, your body aggressively shivered. He chuckled removing his fingers, you whined needing more touch. A soft pop sound came from his mouth.

"Open your mouth." His voice peaked with excitement. You opened your mouth letting your tongue stick out. He slid his fingers into your mouth leaving them there. His long bony fingers reach to the back of your mouth. You slightly gagged against them. He laughed, "Suck them, baby..".

You clung your tongue to his digits. He'd push his fingers back more making you gag against them. He'd just laugh it off and hold them there. He slid his fingers out of your mouth, you waited. Nothing happened, you let out a whine signalling you wanted him. He let out an airy moan, you reached for your blind fold lifting it up.

The dim lamp shines on his slightly sweaty torso. His hand, the one that was in your mouth, was now being used to pleasure himself. His eyes were focused on your cunt as he gripped his cock.

"Stu.." you whined. His eyes shot up to you, he grinned.

"Need something?"

You closed your legs, "I want you..". He leaned forward pushing his arms on the wall trapping you.

"Oh yeah?" He gave you a wide smile. You nodded not knowing what to focus on.

"Put your blindfold on and I'll handle the rest.." he smirked. You nodded sliding it back on, you heard the springs of the bed release as he got up.

You didn't understand why he wanted to use a blindfold. You two had sex before and it wasn't the first time kinks were brought up. But a blindfold hadn't been used. His footsteps grew closer to you, "I wanna try something.. do you trust me?".

"Yes." You exhaled. You tried to focus on the sounds he made, he shuffled a lot. He leaned back onto the bed close to you. a cold metal went down your chest and stopped at your bra.

"Stu.." your voice was Shakey.

"Don't call me that right now..." his voice seemed low. His demeanor changed, "What should I call you?" You croaked. He heard a smile form on his face, "Ghostface.." he mumbled. Your heart quickened, "Ghost... Ghostface?"

"Mhm.. think you can do that?"

"Yeah..."

"Good girl.." he cooed. The tip of the blade dug into your skin.

"I'll buy you a new one." He whispers. He slices the flimsy lace bra you wore. The fabric fell off your chest to your sides. The metal slid over your breast circling your nipple. You shivered, "St-... Ghostface?".

"Yes, baby?"

"Please don't cut me..." you whined. It went silent, "I won't... but.. for fucks sake can you beg me now to hurt you...". You nodded, he grabbed your hips pulling them to the edge of the bed. He parted your legs and then returned the blade to your chest.

"Beg for your life..." he whispered. You bit the inside of your cheek, "Please don't kill me... I wanna live..". He dug the knife into your chest a bit more.

"Fuck baby... you can do better than that." He snickered. You bit your lip, yolked the idea of him having this power over you. You swallowed, "Please don't hurt me! I have so much to live for! My boyfriend! He'll be here any minute!".

"Guess I should make this quick then." He shoved himself into your cunt. The blade was pushed up against your lower abdomen. He groaned softly moving his hips further into you. He leaned down licking your neglected nipple. It perked up against the cold air making him chuckle. His tongue flicked it around as he thrust into you. Your brain went foggy trying to process it all.

The cold blade pushing itself into your skin. His cock continuously going deeply inside of you. His tongue teasing your breast. You whined and squirmed feeling it build up. Stu groaned into your chest, the blade slid down to your thigh. You began to arch your back, your hands darted to him. You felt around, his shoulder blades flexed as he held the knife. You dug your nails into his back causing him to moan. He moved his hips violently, the blade kept digging and digging.

"I'm so close!" You moaned. He laughed a bit and kept going, "Come on, baby. Finish for me. Finish for Ghostface.". You felt the burst of warm ooze out of you. Your body tensed up, he held onto your waist. His hand traveled up your body removing the blindfold. Light flooded into your sight, you squinted.

Stu stood up, his lips plump and pink. He grinned, "You did so good.".

Tag list - @hurlonsororitygirls @sanzumylovee @katie-tibo @horneybeach1 @ithinkitszeph

[marcellaasblog]

Just an early morning though that's all....

Nsfw, minors DNI, 18+!!!

I was thinking about overstimulated switch Eddie and reader were Eddie is on top of you pumping into you as you cum on his cock he has to hold your arms down and lock your legs in place as you cum on him your whole body is shaking and you tried to get loose from Eddie's grip but be wasn't bugging off of you. He has his face in your neck bitting down on your shoulder as he growls in your ear. "stop fucking moving and let me cum baby." You wanted him to cum but your body couldn't handle him pumping into you any longer. Your brain went fuzzy as your body jerked you could feel your pussy clench around Eddie hearing his balls slap your ass and his grunts and moans straight into your ears Eddie could feel you get wetter then before he buried himself into your wet warm hole as he shoots him cum into you. He breathing heavily at this point kissing your puffy red face. You hated how Eddie made your cum again. You wanted to see him squirm too. Before Eddie could pull out you Lock your legs and feet around his ass squeezing down hard onto his soft cock. "Babe let go." You smirked up at him "fuck you." You squeeze on him again making him whimper. "I said let GO." He tells you taking your face into his hands squeezing your cheeks together. You squeeze on his again not letting go this time."Babe STOP fuck! too sensitive." You look up at his wide eyes "you don't like it huh?" You squeeze him again moving your hips up and down slowly while you squeeze his cock tight. "Fuckkkkk baby please." He begs. You get close up to his ear moving his sweaty curls from his face. "I wanna see you cum again can you do that?" You asked kissing his sweet spot on his neck. You rut your hips along your boyfriends sensitive cock. "Mhm" he whimpers you giggle as you take control this time locking your arms around his back hugging him into your chest hearing his soft angelic high pitch cries. "Fuckkk baby I'm sorry, it's it's too much." Eddie whines try to break loose as you start going faster, at this point your just jerking him off with your wet hole,his body lays on yours as you hug him tight kissing his soft pale shoulder. "Come on baby I wanna feel you cum again." You could here him sniffle into your chest you felt bad but at the same time you didn't."shhhh it's okay baby I'm right here just cum okay do it for me You got it." He nods his head as he ruts his tired body into your wet hole. "Oh OH fuckkk baby I feel it." You nod your head kissing his sweaty hair. "Yeah, you feel it you gonna cum again?" You mocked his whiney voice. "Fuckkk yes yes yes, baby hold me fuckkk im-" he was cut off by you flipping his body letting you be on top this time. You laughed at how your boyfriend looked so fucken pathetic under you. You hugged his body wrapping yourself around him,letting your ass drop down on his cock over and over again,you could feel Eddiea finger nail cut into your hips. "Fuckkk FUCK I'm FUCKING CUMMMING AHHHHH SHITTT"! you giggle looking up into Eddies eyes as they role back " fuckkk yeah fucken cum you whiney little shit." You could feel Eddie's body shaking under you,this time as you pin him down riding his cock as his mouth his open eyes rolled back as he cries threw his puffy wet pink lips. "IM CUMMING IM FUCKED CUMMMING OHH BABY FUCKKKKK IM SORRY IM SO FUCKEN SORRY!" Eddie cries and moans out loud like a starved touch little bitch in heat. "FUCK YEAH CUM IN ME BABY COME ON! you ride him faster as you can feel him cumming inside of you as you go up and down his cock feeling his cum drip out if your wet filled pussy of you onto his balls and sheets. You look down at Eddie. He crying, actually fucking crying as he chokes on a moan looking up into your eyes as you smile down at him still riding him threw his high. You slow your pase letting yourself catch you breath looking down at your boyfriend again seeing how wet his eyes and cheeks were and how fuzzy his hair got sticking to his forehead and pillow. "Baby you okay? You asked kissing his cheek. Before you noticed Eddie grabs your hips turning you over letting him be on top again.

"you wanna play that fucken game with me Missy?" He growled into your ear as you smiled up at him. "Fine! Then you wouldn't mind round three would you." It wasn't question he was making a statement.

You knew you were in trouble.

[kingofthe-egirls]

AFTER 1071: LUFFY x Y/N

(spoilers, obvi)

“Are you—,” you whisper, tracing his features with hungry fingertips, “Are you still…you?”

He stares at you with crystalline eyes. “You tell me.”

You stare back at him, hard.

His smile quirks up.

“Yes,” you breathe, wrapping your arms around his neck, “It’s still you.”

He giggles, manic, wrapping his own rubber limbs around you and lifting you off your feet. He twirls you around and you’re dizzy.

“Lu—!”

“Haaahahaha!!!” He sets you down spinning, and you gasp as you twirl around like a top. You dig a little into the ground with the force of it. “You’re so CUTE y/n!!! And you’re ALL MINE!!!!”

He bounces up twenty feet in the air, only to land down directly atop your shoulders. “Fuck!” You scream, knocked over by his weight. He giggles, pulling at your face. He has you spring back like a doorstop, back and forth with a strong boing!!! ringing in your ears.

“Luffy!!!”

He snickers, arms wrapped around you in loops. “Yeaahhh? What is it, kitty? Are ya having fun yet?”

“Mhmm,” you nuzzle your face into his, squishing his nose against your cheek. “You’re so cartoony!”

Luffy lifts you off the ground again, carrying you like a sandbag under one arm. You bounce along in his trajectory, powerless to stop him even if you wanted to. “Let’s go to my room!!!”

****

Sex with new Luffy is wild.

He’s stuttering and crying, slipping out of you at every other thrust.

“Luffy,” you chide, running your hands through his sweaty hair, “Are you okay?”

He sniffs.

“Was so fucking scared,” he admits, burying his face in your neck. His hips snap instinctively, and you both hiss. He’s deep inside you, now. “I—I think I died, y/n. I don’t ever wanna do that again.”

“I’m so sorry, baby,” you hitch a breath, wrapping your arms around his neck. Closer, closer, please just closer—

“I-I fucking love ya so much,” he whines, rubber-wrapping his arms around you several times. He sits up so he can thrust easier. You whimper, feeling filled up and emotional.

“Love you too, Luffy.”

“Mmmnnn,” he moans, head thrown back in overwhelming emotions. “Don’t wanna lose ya—don’t wanna lose another fight like that—don’t wanna feel all cold like that ever again—,” He hiccups, tears now forming at the corners of his eyes. His hips slow, and you gasp.

“Luffy!” You sit up, unraveling his arms from around you. He’s sniffling now, and you climb into his lap. He buries his face in your hair, and inhales a shaky breath. He exhales out a shattered sob. “Luffy—,”

“M’sorry,” he hiccups, “M’so sorry.”

“Baby,” you hush him, stroking your fingers over his back. “It’s okay, honey, it’s over now, it’s okay…”

You want to soothe him as best you can. You want to wrap him inside your heart and let him live there.

As it is, you press his face into your chest, and let him heave ugly, wet sobs against it.

Softly, you start humming.

“Binkusu no sake wo todoke ni yuku yo…,” Luffy hums, wrapping his arms around your waist to sway you both gently to the rhythm. You keep going, softly carding your fingers through his hair as you sing. “Umikaze, kimakase nami makase,” your voice catches, throat dry, but you keep going. “Shio no mukou de yuuhi mo sawagu,” you sniff, hand resting atop Luffy’s raven head. “Sora nya, wa wo kaku tori no uta…,” You trail off, but Luffy takes a long, loud sniff, and joins in. You both start singing.

Sayonara minato tsumugi no sato yo

"Don" to icchou utao funade no uta

Kinpa-ginpa mo shibuki ni kaete

Oretachya yuku zo umi no kagiri

You both start singing the yo-ho-ho’s with enthusiasm now, lifting off the bed to stand up, swaying in each other’s arms. It’s not long before you’re shouting the words, jumping up and down on the bed like little kids.

“Yo ho ho! Yo ho ho-ooo!!!”

Luffy howls to the moon, bounding off the bed to stick his head out the window. His naked form is lithe and silvered in the nighttime. You follow him. Always.

“Yo ho ho! Yo ho ho-oh!”

You both wrap your arms around each other, and sing to the full moon.

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

Sorry to hear you're feeling shitty after your surgery. Don't worry, your nips are NOT going to fall off. Since you asked for fic requests, I've always wondered what Ed and Stede's very first night in their inn by the sea was like.

I love this one, thank you!! I'm feeling pretty good tonight (and significantly less worried about any nipple-related complications after checking in with my surgeon earlier and getting a thumbs-up on the healing so far).

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Ed was trying not to think too hard about what Stede's last straw would be.

He was a really good sport about the awful smell, and even continued being a good sport when they discovered that the smell befouling the whole house turned out to be due to what was formerly some kind of animal rotting under the floorboards. Ed had a brief moment of worry when Stede got a bit pissed about Ed not wanting a hug after he came back from disposing of that whole mess, but they talked it through (as a crew of two) and Ed was happy to give Stede a hero's welcome after he washed up.

But they'd just kept running into snags. The sky roof (that's what Stede was calling the massive hole in the roof) was too big to cover with the spare canvas they'd brought for it, and Stede stuck his foot directly through some boards on the porch and needed to be rescued, and Ed attempted a sexy lean against a wall in a bid to get Stede to grab him by the hips and wound up going right through...

By nightfall, their list of things to patch before the house was safe for sleeping in had grown as tall as Ed, and they decided to just sleep outside.

Ed hated sleeping outside. It was hot, and he felt sweaty and gross, and there were bugs everywhere, and - oh shit, he was getting dirt on his shirt sleeve. And the worst part...

Stede was going to change his mind any second now.

Letting his breath out in a hitching jag, Ed glanced over at Stede, laying next to him on the blanket they'd spread out in the grass, who was looking up at the stars coming out in the sky, his hands crossed over his tummy. Noticing Ed was looking at him, Stede turned his head, his face breaking into a beaming smile -

"So," Ed managed, his voice watery, trying very hard not to blink because he was sure his tears would spill over. "Sorry it's not what you hoped for."

"Are you kidding?" Stede snorted, his hand moving almost instinctually between them to twine his fingers with Ed's. "I've got you with me. Everything else is just a bonus."

"I hate sleeping outside," Ed mumbled petulantly.

"Yes, you would, wouldn't you?" Stede wrinkled his nose - not making fun of Ed, just sympathetic. "Wanna do something about it?"

Before Ed knew it, they were propping up some of the extra canvas they'd brought on sticks around them in a makeshift tent, and maybe it was much less technically suitable if they cut a nice big hole in it above their heads so they could still see the stars, but they both really wanted to be able to see the stars. Stede used a broom to whack the worst of the leaf litter and general nature-y gunk away from their location, warning it very sternly to "leave poor Ed alone," and with their skills combined they were able to get some water going over a campfire to at least have something similar to their usual sleepytime tea.

And curled up together, Ed's head resting safely on Stede's chest, snuggled up safe from the rest of the world in their little makeshift tent...everything felt alright.

"Sorry the place sucks," Ed said.

"It's a fixer-upper," Stede said easily. "Good bones. Might take some patience! But as long as I've got you -"

Ed couldn't really help but smile, when Stede looked at him like that, like he hung every one of the stars up in the sky. "And as long as you're with me -"

"Yeah," Stede said, giving Ed a big cheesy wink just to make him laugh. "I think we'll be alright."

They'd have a busy day in the morning, when they'd have to start the task of actually trying to tackle the long, long list of issues with their new home. Probably, they'd spend most of the day trying to figure out which things were urgent to attend to and which were very urgent. There would be annoyances, and setbacks, and they'd probably have lots of silly little bickering arguments that ended with I'm sorry, I love you, I'm just stressed, and I know, I know you, I love you too. Tomorrow, the whole business of retirement would probably start to look a bit difficult.

For now, though? It was the easiest thing Ed had ever done.

[henneseyhoe]

USE ME.

Ralph angel X BLACK!PLUSSIZE!reader

WARNINGS: Sir kink, Unprotected sex(wrap it df up!), slight choking, SUB!reader, overstimulation, bondage, dirty talk, no plot, short smut smut smutty smut lol.

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I laid there still as pleasure spread throughout my body, my muscles aching worse than it would have if I went on a twenty minute run. I was sweaty, thirsty, but most importantly, wetter than water itself. "m-more" I stuttered out, the dark-skinned, naked adonis that stood before me caressing my body. He took his time as his hands made its way down to my breast, squeezing them before continuing his way down to my stomach "more? you'll listen this time?" He asked, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

"Yes, sir!" I nodded with anticipation and groaned, feeling the pressure of his thumb back on my swollen, hard clit. I arched my back and pulled at the cuffs attached to both my wrists and the headboard, the cold metal it was made from digging at my skin. The subtle pain felt nice, so nice that I moaned louder and continued to pull at the chains, my thighs clenching together tightly as my clit throbbed against his fingers. Forcing my legs back open, only for them to be spread wider than they were before, he glared at me "keep it open for me, Ma. I wanna see that pretty pussy cum when I let it"

my eyes rolled back at his nasty words. I could cum right then and there, but I knew that'd end with this whole session starting over from square one until I learned how to listen. "I wanna cum, sir" I announced, a whine lingering in my tone of voice, which made a sly smirk appear on the man's face, his golden grillz shining bright. "What did I just say? This pussy gon cum when I tell it to. And I haven't said shit yet"

I bit back my complaints to assure he'd keep playing nice with me, my bottom lip now being stuck between my teeth so no noise that could be mistaken as impatience was let out, even though that's exactly what I was. Releasing my eyes from the clench my lids held, I opened them a little, peeking up at his figure. To my surprise, he looked back at me with lust filled eyes, last time striking me with a hand to my ass when I made eye contact with him.

"You've been waiting so long to cum, I wonder what you'd do if I just left you here like this" he leaned down close to my face, my eyes traveling down to his lips, that same smirk still written all on his mug. I shook my head, getting ready to do whatever it took to finally release the pressure I had pent up inside of me for the past hour.

"Please, sir. I need it" I begged, attempting not to sound so needy, which was quite impossible in this situation. He laid a kiss on my red stained lips, residue of my own release and lipstick being stuck to the plump flesh.

I moaned into the kiss, my head almost moving closer for more before I quickly caught myself and pulled away, praying he let that slide. Gripping my thigh with one of his hands, he kissed my lips again, this time taking control. Softly sucking on my bottom lip, he pulls away and sticks his tongue out, begging to flick the tip of it over the lip he had just let go while his hands skillfully move to the leg opening of my panties, his fingers sliding in and gripping the lace before pulling, the material splitting right down the middle to leave just an opening for him that he would use well.

Without another word from him, I suddenly felt an intense pressure on my abdomen as he slowly slid inside of me, taking his time to make sure I took all of him. He groaned lowly while watching, my arousal leaving a clear, sticky coat around him, which he saw when his hips retreated, his dick now just as shiny as the golds in his mouth. "I know she been ready, and you been so patient, baby" he spoke against my lips with his hands pushing my legs up to my chest, my fists clenching. I felt nothing but inches gliding inside of me, the tip of his dick hitting the hilt of my pussy with every stroke he made.

My body felt light as a feather, as if I was floating through darkness while he thrusted inside of me at a slow, but sensual pace. One of his hands let go of my leg and threw it over his shoulder instead, that same hand feeling down my curvy body, as he gave me loving kisses across my neck and face despite the degrading words he spoke in my ear just a few minutes ago.

Creeping his hand down to my clit and rubbing it in a circular motion as I moaned out repeatedly, tears welled up and prickled my eyes, my whole being fighting the urge to let go, that task alone getting harder and harder. I could only hope that I would be strong enough to actually clock into work tomorrow after this.

"Oh— oh shit!" I shouted, my chest rising and falling quickly as he sped his thrusts up to his liking, giving me strokes that got harder by the seconds. I couldn't take much more with the way every thrust he made took away my breath, each one making me suck in air, but struggle to let it go until I shouted again.

"You wanna cum? I think my girl deserves to cum" He whispers in my ear. His words bounced around my head for what seems like hours, the man removing his other hand from my thigh and wrapping it around my throat, now drilling into me while whispering more nasty affirmations that were disguised in a sweet tone.

"please, Sir!" I begged, moaning out so loud that I was sure the neighbors heard. "Go head, baby. Get that nut. I wanna feel you cum" he sucked in air through his teeth, slowly blowing it back out against the skin of my neck. My legs began to shake vigorously and I felt my core tighten as I creamed around him with a loud, quivering moan.

"Gahdamn, baby. Fuuuck!" he cursed, slamming into me once more before quickly pulling out with a groan, his hand stroking himself as he came, the white ribbons landing on top of my aching clit.

[sunoksunny]

“i want you by my side” | way #1

pairing: bf!heeseung x fem!reader

genre: established relationship, fights, fluff, angst, communication

warnings: cursing, jealousy

word count: 3.5k

otherwise: you never realized how difficult it was to be away from heeseung until you had to. ever since you had started dating, the two of you were practically attached at the hip. your friends even commented on how they only ever saw you two in a pair. and you were content with that. you had thought he was too.  

“Hey, babe.”

Heeseung called with a grin before unceremoniously plopping himself down beside you on your bed. It was a little bit of a tight fit, with your arms brushing and your ankles occasionally knocking into each other, but Heeseung didn’t seem to mind. A satisfied sigh escaped his lips, and he turned to you with a smile.

“Jake invited me to his party this weekend, wanna come?”

The corners of his eyes were crinkled in such a way that made you a little hesitant, knowing the extent of his teasing was always heightened when there were too many drunk and sweaty bodies around for anyone to care. Despite the mischievous glint in his eyes, an innocent smile played on his lips, and you felt your gaze linger a little too long. 

Heeseung inched closer and your eyes drifted up to his. He kept his gaze trained on yours, not moving any further. Impatient, you pressed your lips to his in a delicate kiss, feeling his grin. His smile was contagious, and soon both of you were lightly giggling while leaving soft pecks against the other’s mouth. You pulled away to rest your forehead against Heeseung’s and let yourself melt into his touch.

“So is that a yes?”

“Sure, I’ll go.”

Heeseung’s hand rested on the small of your back as the two of you walked up to Jake’s house. The blaring music was probably able to be heard from a block away, but no one seemed to care. As you entered, some of your mutual classmates waved to you or gave nods to Heeseung. One of your friends from class greeted you on your way to the kitchen, complimenting your cherry-colored dress in passing. With a kind smile, you stopped to chat with her, listening to her excitedly rant about this one guy she had met recently. Heeseung had stopped with you, but when Jake called him over, Heeseung nudged you with a slight nod toward his friends. 

You politely excused yourself from your conversation with the girl, latching onto Heeseung’s arm and allowing him to lead you toward the group of guys. You recognized most of them as Heeseung’s friends, having spent enough time around the boys to pick them out in a crowd. There was only one you couldn’t place a name to face. He had a confident, almost cocky aura surrounding him, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t intimidated. Looking at your boyfriend, he didn’t seem to know who the guy was either. Heeseung’s friends waved as he approached, greeting him with a grin and a pat on the back. They then turned to you and took turns giving you overexaggerated winks or flying kisses, to which both you and Heeseung snickered. You buried yourself into your boyfriend’s chest, telling his friends you only wanted Heeseung and teasingly sticking your tongue out at them. Heeseung laughed at your antics and tightened his grip around you. Unbeknownst to you, the stranger looked at you with a sneer plastered on. No one noticed, and the group of you continued laughing and chatting, Heeseung and you clinging to each other like koalas.

After a while, you dismissed yourself to go find the bathroom. Heeseung attempted to chat with the stranger, the two making small talk before the guy asked Heeseung a question.

“Yo, Heeseung, right? Why was your girl clinging to you like that? Not to be mean but like it’s kinda weird.” 

Heeseung’s feet were stuck to the floor as he stood with a shocked expression on his face. His friends, overhearing the conversation, turned to face them. Jake looked at the guy incredulously. Jay wore a similar expression before Sunghoon spoke out.

“Dude, don’t talk about Hee’s girlfriend like that.”

“Yea, that’s super uncool.” Jake chimed in.

“Be honest, you’re just jealous you can’t get a girl.” Jay mocked with a smirk. The guy simply scoffed and walked off, muttering a ‘whatever’ as he left. It was silent for a few moments, the boys attempting to shake off the disturbance.

“What a dick, man.” Sunghoon whistled.

Heeseung had stood stunned for the majority of the conversation. He had never thought about how his relationship looked to other people before. For all he knew, people thought the two of you having constant PDA was uncomfortable, or even weird like that stranger had said. He was pulled from his thoughts by his friends nudging him, telling him to forget about that guy. You soon came back from the restroom, sporting a bright grin at the sight of him. Heeseung felt his stomach turn, the guy’s words sticking in his mind.

Ever since you had returned, Heeseung seemed oddly distant. He wouldn’t look directly at you, and he kept a physical distance between the two of you, though not far enough for other people to think anything was wrong. You, however, noticed his behavior. Heeseung and you were always known to be touching each other in one way or another, whether that was hugging the other’s waist or simply linking your fingers as you walked. Yet now, Heeseung stood with his hands in his pockets, turning his head away from you. You tried not to let it bother you, but his firm dismissal was slowly getting to you. Had something happened while you were gone? 

A shout of your name was called over the roaring music. Turning to find the source, a ghost of a smile played on your lips at seeing one of your long-time friends. He was frantically waving with a wide grin, signaling you over. You quickly turned to Heeseung, having to yell for him to hear you over the deafening noise.

“Hey, I’m gonna go talk to one of my friends for a while!”

He didn’t even turn around to look at you. The only acknowledgment you received from him was a grunt before he suddenly straightened up and stalked off. You stood still for a few seconds, dismayed. Figuring he was just in some kind of mood, you walked over to where your friend, Yeonjun, stood, a pout slowly forming on your lips.

“Y/n!” Yeonjun called as you approached, a frown tugging at his mouth upon seeing you closer, “Why do you look so down at a party? Not having fun?”

In all honesty, you quite liked parties. Before you had started dating Heeseung, you and Yeonjun would go to parties almost every weekend just to hang out with people and have fun. It felt thrilling, and it was a way to escape from the monotony of your regular life. You were always a dazzling star at parties, a sunny expression aglow on your face whenever Yeonjun, or anyone for that matter, caught sight of you. So for Yeonjun to see you sulking at a party was quite unusual, and almost unsettling.

A sigh slipped past your lips, Yeonjun’s eyebrows furrowing at the sound. Looking up, you explained how your boyfriend had been practically ignoring you for the past hour and you couldn’t figure out why. Yeonjun looked more confused the longer you explained, a feeling you could relate to.

“But aren’t the two of you always holding onto each other? That’s, like, your thing.”

“Yea, but he won’t even touch me, let alone look in my direction.”

“What a bitch!” Yeonjun scoffed, “Whatever, just forget about him for now. Come on, let’s dance!”

A smile slowly returned to your face as you followed him to the crowd of people dancing. The music seemed louder here, if that was possible, filling your body and infiltrating your soul. You allowed yourself to get lost in the rhythm and the feeling of sweaty bodies pressed around you, the scent of alcohol filling your nose. The scene was familiar, and it allowed you to forget about Heeseung and whatever stick he had up his ass for a while. Yeonjun’s grin was bright under the flashing lights, and you wondered if you still had the same sparkling effect now that many had described you to have before.

“Feels like old times, huh?” Yeonjun yelled.

You laughed wholeheartedly, “You say that as if we are in our 50’s!”

The two of you broke out in giggles as you danced. The music began to switch to slower, more sensual songs. The crowd of people thinned, enough to be able to see the people further away. You watched as Yeonjun’s eyes focused on something behind you, and his gaze grew a little colder. He turned back to you with an impish grin.

“Don’t look, but Heeseung is watching us. He looks pissed.” He snickered.

Your eyes widened, forcing yourself to keep your gaze trained on Yeonjun. His eyes lit up with a mischievous glint, a smirk plastered on his face as he spoke again.

“Hey, do you wanna make him jealous?”

You don’t know what made you feel so inclined to say yes. Maybe it was the adrenaline rushing in your veins, maybe it was the loud music blurring your thoughts. Maybe, just maybe, you wanted to get back at Heeseung for acting like a douche without even giving you a reason. Maybe you wanted to show him you didn’t need him to have a good time.

“Yea, actually. I do.” You replied, a devilish grin on your face. Yeonjun mirrored your expression, tentatively placing his hands on your waist. The song changed, a sultry voice paired with a slow beat echoing the backtrack. The two of you moved in sync with the music, your hands resting on his shoulders. He leaned down to your ear, making direct eye contact with Heeseung as he did so.

“If you are uncomfortable or change your mind about this, let me know and I’ll stop. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”

Yeonjun smirked at seeing Heeseung’s mouth twist into a scowl, feeling you nod beside him, letting out a noise of acknowledgment to his words. 

Heeseung was seething. He had caught sight of you and your friend dancing a while ago and had been glancing over every so often. When the sensual songs began to play, he watched as Yeonjun put his hands on your waist, watched as you moved closer to him. Anger had begun to boil at seeing that, of course it had. Why the hell was Yeonjun acting like he was your boyfriend? Heeseung didn’t give a shit if you two had known each other forever, Yeonjun had no reason to put his hands on your body. As if the boy wanted to provoke him further, Yeonjun stared Heeseung directly in the eyes as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. Heeseung had no clue what he said, but there was no way in hell he was going to let this continue any longer. 

Heeseung slammed the cup he was holding down, startling the boys around him. He stormed over to your side, gently grabbing your arms and shoving Yeonjun away from you, not so subtly glaring at the boy. Yeonjun’s sly smirk only pissed him off more, and Heeseung turned to you, a stern tone lacing his voice.

“We are leaving.”

“But-”

“Now, Y/n.”

You didn’t even get to reply as Heeseung dragged you out of the house, pulling you along despite your yelling and attempts to stop him. He only got about half a block away before your yank away from his grasp, making him turn around to face you.

“What the hell was that, Heeseung?!”

“He was way too close to you! You’d have to be stupid to not realize that.”

A snarl was splayed on his face, his clear disdain over the situation unmistakable.

“You know Yeonjun and I are just friends,” you exclaimed, “You’ve never been jealous of my guy friends before!”

“Well normally, your guy friends aren’t holding you like they’re your boyfriend.” Heeseung scoffed.

“Hee, did something happen when I left? Ever since I got back you’ve been acting standoffish, like you were ignoring me.”

“Maybe if you weren’t so obsessively needy, then I wouldn’t have to completely ignore you for you to take a hint!” 

“Take a hint? What are you talking about?” You stared at him, confused and hurt. You blinked rapidly, attempting to will away the tears that began to form. Heeseung let out a deep, irritated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose before continuing.

“You are so fucking clingy! Why can’t I ever do anything on my own?! I just want to be able to go one second without you being all in my business!”

Even as the harsh shouts left his mouth, Heeseung believed his words were justified. Sure, maybe a little exaggerated, but it wasn’t like they were entirely untrue. He wanted a girlfriend, not a lost puppy who followed him everywhere he went. Heeseung was constantly engulfed by your presence, and it was beginning to suffocate him. He watched as your eyes flickered from his to the sidewalk, and your mouth parted as you tried to process his words.

Your silence stretched for what felt like centuries. Heeseung’s agitated panting was the only noise echoing through the evening air. You wouldn’t meet his stare, and your hands were trembling even as they grasped tightly onto each other. Heeseung opened his mouth to demand an answer when you spoke.

“I’m sorry, Hee,” you mumbled, eyes trained on the ground, “I’ll.. give you some space then.”

And with that, you turned your back to him and walked to your house alone for the first time in a long time.

Heeseung hadn’t even tried to stop you. He was still angry when you left, and only later that night did his temper dissipate enough to understand he may have been a bit rash. Still, he didn’t try to reach out to you. He thought you would come running back to him as you always did. If you needed him to give you space before you inevitably returned, then he would.

A week had passed since your fight, and the two of you hadn’t spoken a word. Your friends had been giving him sharp glares whenever they saw him on campus, and his own had tried to coerce him into telling them what happened, noticing your absence almost immediately. Heeseung brushed off every attempt they made, blabbering about how you had some big project this week that you really needed to work on. They had been none the wiser to Heeseung’s lies, and they gushed to him about how they missed you and wondered when you would be back. 

Ever since that day, there were no good morning texts, no surprise hugs, no giggles in between kisses. There was no you. It hurt him so much that he swore he felt physical pain. He had grown complacent to your company, and it only dawned upon him how much his heart needed it once you left.

Heeseung couldn’t sleep at night. He tossed in his bed thinking of how to fix things. He knew by now that he wasn’t “giving you space”, he just wanted to hide from the mess he made. Heeseung never hid when it came to you. He truly believed the two of you were meant for each other, and your absence made this fact all the more clear to him. He hadn’t meant what he said, but that doesn’t change how hurt you were by his actions. He needed to do something instead of wallowing in self-pity.

A ringing from his phone snapped him out of his daze, and he groaned before reaching over to check the caller. A small part of him hoped he would see your name, but alas, it was only Jungwon. Picking up the boy’s call, he answered with a flat greeting.

“Hey, Jungwon.”

“Hyung. I know something’s wrong.”

Heeseung stiffened, his voice caught in his throat. He should have known someone would catch on. It only made sense that it was Jungwon, the boy had always been far too observant for his own good. Heeseung was more tired than he had been in ages, and he didn’t have any fight left in him to deny the claim.

“I messed up, Jungwon.”

“What happened?”

Heeseung’s heart ached. God, he should have told someone before. Now, everything came crashing around him as he spilled the details of your argument and the stupid things that caused it, his voice cracking every 10 seconds. By the time he finished talking, tears fell continuously down his cheeks and stained his pillows. Heeseung had never felt more pitiful in his life.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay. You love her, right?”

“Of course I love her.”

“Then talk to her, hyung. Nothing will change if you don’t. It seems like you recognize you were in the wrong, which is a good first step. But you have to talk to her if you want to fix this,” Jungwon paused for a second before speaking again, “you do want to fix it, right?”

“I do,” Heeseung sighed, “I really, really do.”

He spoke to Jungwon for a little longer, the boy gently reassuring him whenever Heeseung’s sniffles got a little too frequent. When they said their goodbyes, Heeseung felt a little bit lighter, and a little bit calmer. Jungwon’s words bounced in his head as he drifted off to sleep.

Heeseung didn’t want to fix it, he needed to.

His heart ached when he saw you the next morning. Your eyes were a dull red, likely from crying, and you wouldn’t meet his gaze. How desperately he wanted to reach out and pull you into his embrace, shielding you from the rest of the world. He wanted you to look at him, and only him. Heeseung wanted to be the reason you smiled and the reason you laughed. He wanted to be your everything, and a sharp pain cut through him when he realized that before your fight, he was. 

As Heeseung walked home that day, you wouldn’t leave his mind. Your playful grin when you would tease him, your endearing giggles as he would leave kisses all over your face, your smooth skin, and your elegant features. He thought of every little thing about you until he heard ringing in his ears and his mind grew muffled. He stopped abruptly and stood still for a moment to recollect himself. Then he turned on his heel and began running.

Heeseung’s mind raced as he ran. An overwhelming need to be in your presence captivated him. He doesn’t know when they started, but he felt tears flowing down his face and the wind carrying them away. Heeseung could vaguely make out his own sobs as his feet pounded against the pavement, and it made him feel sick.

By the time he arrived at your doorstep, he was gasping for air. A wave of anxiety washed over him as he knocked. What if you didn’t forgive him? What if you had already gotten over him? He couldn’t even consider this possibility without bile rising in his throat, and he shoved the fear deep down. 

You opened the door to see the last person you expected. You noticed tear stains tracing his delicate features and the sight gnawed at your heart despite your attempts over the past week to become less dependent on him. You almost pulled him into a hug out of impulse, but caught yourself and stood still despite blood pounding in your ears.

“Heeseung? What are you doing here?”

You swore you could see some part of him break from those words alone. The idea that he needed a reason to see you was foreign, and in his eyes, very unwelcome.

“I’m so sorry. I was such a mess and I just said whatever to get a reaction out of you. This past week has been like a living hell for me,” As he spoke, fresh tears fell down his face. “I took you for granted and when you weren’t there I finally realized that. I need you in my life and I never want to have to go a single day without y-”

He was cut off by the press of your soft lips against his own, reaching up to hold his nape. He reacted almost immediately, letting his hands rest on your waist, pulling you closer with each passing moment. You had missed the taste of his mouth, and although it was mixed with his salty tears, it was comforting nonetheless. When you pulled away his lips chased after you, and you let out a soft giggle at the endearing action. Heeseung tucked his head into the crook of your neck, and he pulled you impossibly closer while you wrapped your arms around his middle. You simply breathed in each other’s scent for a second, letting the familiarity rest over the two of you. Heeseung was nothing less than ecstatic to be in your presence again, and you felt a similar joy healing your tender heart.

He pulled away from you enough to let his doe eyes meet yours. 

“I want you by my side,” he whispered, “forever.”

You searched his eyes for any trace of doubt, and upon finding none, you let your guard down to allow your lover into your heart once more.

“Then I promise to never leave again.”

He smiles before pressing a warm kiss to your forehead, silently promising himself to never let you go.

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Nct jaehyun as a boxer!

[12:16AM]

GENRE: fluff and smut

WARNINGS: boxer!jaehyun, kissing, unprotected sex, hair pulling, spanking, doggy style, slight clit play and praising mixed with slight degradation.

you sigh, after a 12 hour shift— you couldn’t wait to be home in bed with a pint of ice cream in your lap and your favorite show on.

also, having mind blowing sex with your husband.

wink wink.

“babe— i’m home!” you shout, dropping your backpack on the floor by the door and slip off your shoes.

being a nurse isn’t easy as everyone said it was.

“i hope dinner is made because i haven’t eaten in ten hours.” you say aloud, walking to the kitchen. “the fuck?” you pause when seeing the sink full of dishes. “are you serious?” you groan.

“let’s just.. take a nice long hot shower to wash this terrible day off.” you say taking in a deep breath. “that should work.” you nod and go upstairs into the bedroom.

you undress yourself and wrap yourself in a towel. you gather your work clothes and go to the closet where the dirty hamper was— it was overfilled with clothes spilling out.

“are you f—serious.” you sigh and take a deep breath, again.

calm, cool, collected.

calm, cool, collected.

contemplating if you should quickly do the laundry or hop in the shower— you stick with the second choice.

and, after your twenty minute long shower— you head downstairs to see it the same.

where the fuck was your husband??

you roll your eyes and head into the first basement— empty. then you head into the second basement where you’d found your husband punching the punching bag with force and anger.

ah, your professional boxer husband..

after a few minutes of standing at the bottom of the stair case— jaehyun notices you in the mirrors and stops. he pulls out his earbuds and turns— sweaty and heaving with a big, tired smile.

“hey, baby. when’d you get home?” you ignore him and stomp your way back upstairs— slamming the door as you do.

jaehyun is quick to following you. his feet racing after yours.

“babe, what’s wrong?” you unfold the blanket and sit, covering your legs with the blanket. “are you upset?” you nod, chin tilted up. “very.” you reach for the controller but jaehyun is quick to snatch it up.

he sits on the cushion across from you. “tell me why you’re upset, baby.” jaehyuns head follows your eyes as they gaze around the living room. “cmon, baby. communication is key.”

you roll your eyes. “i’m upset that after a long day of work.. i come home to find the sink filled with dirty dishes and the laundry hamper filled with dirty clothes.”

jaehyuns lips form into a smile— a sexy one.

“that’s what you’re upset about?” you nod and cross your arms. his eyes shift to your pouty lips. “yes!” you huff and roll your eyes, again. “i’m very upset and frustrated with you because i constantly ask you to help around but you don’t and it’s just,” you groan and jaehyuns grin just grows wider. “so frustrating, jeong yoon-ho!” his eyebrows quirk up at the government name as he fiddles with his gloves.

“is that all, baby?” you force yourself to not melt at the nickname and tone. “yes! that’s all— i have nothing else to say to you.” you shut your eyes to keep his face out of your sight. “oh, you don’t?” he tilts his eye and you crack an eye open. “i don’t. d. o. n. t. don’t.” jaehyun laughs.

“i guess we need to fix that, hm?” jaehyun goes to get up from the cushion but you lift your foot and his chest meets your feet. “you wanna fix it?” your eyes sparkle and jaehyun licks his lip. “you know i’ll do anything, baby.”

“anything?” jaehyun nods.

“anything.” he confirms.

that’s where jaehyun fucked up because now, you had him in gloves and scrubbing dishes. also— the laundry running in the washer.

“done.” jaehyun pulls off the gloves and hangs it from above the sink. “good job, baby.” you say looking over his shoulder and then planting a kiss on his cheek.

jaehyun turns and leans against the sink. “still upset?” you hum, looking to the side with your arms crossed. “mm.. kind of.” jaehyun uncrosses his arms and takes a step towards you. “i—?” you take a step back.

his body hovering over yours.

one step closer.

one step back.

it repeats until you’re cornered. his arms gripping the counter on both sides of your hips. “uh.. i..” you’re flustered— just by his hungry gaze and his snarky grin.

“we can fix you being upset, right?” your jaw quirks as you figure out what to say. “i.. well—?” jaehyun cups your jaw and kisses you. his lips dancing with yours.

jaehyun pulls away. “happy?” you were enjoying this. “no..” you shake your head. jaehyun smiles and picks you up, his hands resting on your ass as he carries you to the living room and then drops you on the couch.

“let’s figure out how to handle an upset brat.” brat?

you were not a brat. just upset!

“b—brat?? i am not a brat—?!” jaehyun slips his hand under your shirt and swipes it off until you’re naked from above. “you’re acting like one with your— ‘hm’ and your ‘mm.’” he mimics you with a pout.

he pulls off your shorts and tosses them behind him. “panties off or on?” jaehyun hums and you start to get impatient. “so off.” jaehyun confirms and yanks off your sunflower panties.

“let me take a look at this pretty pussy. tonight— i’m the nurse.” jaehyuns line makes you cringe. “ah, i see the problem.” you lift your head off the couch and look down. “it’s all wet and needs to be taken care of.” he frowns and slips into two fingers.

“ooohh, fuck!” you drag and let your head hit the couch cushion. “we can take care of this easily— cant we, mrs jeong?” you nod with a needy whimper.

jaehyun smirks. he was going to enjoy this.

“i have the perfect cure for this wet and needy pussy.” jaehyun stands up and pushes down his shorts. “ready?” you nod, biting back your desperate moans. “good, because it’s ready for you.”

he changes your position and props a pillow below your hips. “stay still and let doctor jeong take care of you, m’kay?” you moan— not caring if it showed your desperation, your husband was hot as hell.

“oh, my gosh.” you gasp with your hands gripping around for something to hold— to distract you from the pleasure. “i—im still mad at you— fuck!” you shudder when his fingers pinch your clit. “hm? did you say something, mrs jeong?” you shake your head and he lets your clit free.

“fuck,” jaehyun says, right under his breath as he slowly pushes his cock in more. “if only you knew how good your pussy felt.” he says with a hazy gaze and tired smirk. “it’s as if it was made for me.. like god knew your pussy was meant for my dick.” you whimper.

his tone, his dick, his gaze— everything about this man causing you to tremble and shrink.

“god, you’re fucking huge.” you sigh, letting your eyes rest. you prayed that you didn’t fall asleep— after all, you did spend your last twelve hours in the hospital. “mm.. but you can take me, can’t you?” you nod, of course you could.

jaehyun groans as he slams his hips into yours, slowly and slowly until his pace picks up faster.

your cries and jaehyuns grunts fill up the spacious area with a mix of skin slapping skin.

“that’s it, baby.” jaehyun grunts, his hands tightly hold your breasts as you cry in pleasure. “look at you— taking every inch of me.” every ten inch. “such a good girl.” jaehyun softly chuckles.

“b—babe, i need to c—cum.” you let out a shaky breath after. “mhm, go ahead, baby.” jaehyun rubs your clit with his thumb and you whine. “d—don’t do that!” you scold, attempting to push his hand away but, it’s no use.

jaehyun let’s out a deep and throaty laugh before it cuts off with a snarl. “i can feel how tight your pussy gets when you cum.” he breaths heavily as you clench around him. “and, if feels so fucking good.” he softly chuckles and continues fucking you through your first orgasm.

“h—hurry— i’m sensitive.” your eyes plead but jaehyun doesn’t listen. “sensitive the better— i love how you shake when you’re so sensitive.” you yelp when he lands a soft smack on your clit. “you dick!”

jaehyun ignores you, once again.

it doesn’t take him long to follow you— his load filling you up before he pulls out and pushes it back in with his fingers.

whispering to you while his lips hover over yours, that you’re the his favorite patient and that you did so good taking him like a good girl.

jaehyun comes back with a wash cloth and wipes you clean before hanging it over the arm rest of the couch. “all better, mrs jeong?” jaehyuns lip grow when seeing your lips form into a satisfied smile.

he dresses you back up and cuddles with you under the blanket. “hey, what’d you mean earlier when you said “you’re my favorite patient— have you done this with your ex’s?” jaehyun shoves a spoonful of ice cream in your mouth and you whine from the coldness.

“eat your ice cream, baby.” he shoved a spoonful in his mouth next.

was he going to answer your question or not? if he wasn’t, you were really going to be pissed.

“and to answer your question— no. i may have dated a bunch of girls back in my school days but i’ve never been like this with them.“

jaehyun presses a kiss on your temple and you roll your eyes. “kisses won’t make me forget my madness.” you mutter and jaehyun tilts his head off of yours.

“i know what will, mrs jeong.” you groan as he places the pint of ice cream down on the coffee table and grabs your hips.

“oh, fuck.” jaehyun giggles.

[yorshie]

hey icon buddy!!!!!

i heard you were doing blurbs. c-can i make a request?

30 and 33- my man mikey of course 😊- soft and sweet?

Icon Buddy! Thank you for requesting for Blurb Day! (though i know it's more like blurb weekend lol) And yes of course! Soft and Sweet Angelo coming right up! (went with pre-relationship vibe, Mikey's just a smidge head over heels for reader)

Mikey hopped down onto the fire escape outside your apartment, palms sweating and throat thick at the thought of knocking on your window.

He'd just worked up the nerve to do so, when the curtain twitched, and you peered out, eyes crinkling in hello upon seeing him. "Mikey," You greeted through the glass, and he smiled as you fumbled for the lock, sticking his fingers underneath the pane and helping you pull it open far enough to lean out. "It's so good to see you!"

Warmth settled into his chest, but the smile on his face slackened a little bit when your eyes ghosted past him to glance around.

"I uh... it's just me, sorry." He shrugged, hands coming together in a nervous tic as he smoothed one thumb over his knuckles.

"Why in the world are you apologizing?" You looked to him in confusion, before stepping back from the window, "you better get in here, though, before someone sees you."

"Well... I know Raph and Leo were suppose to stop by too, so-" He clambered into your apartment, though the soft touch of your hand touching his elbow, holding him steady as he moved, had him breaking off mid sentence.

"Angelo, you silly man," You smiled up at him, and he found himself holding his breath, leaning unconsciously into your space. "Don't you know you've always been my favorite?" The wink you gave at the end of your words was like the follow up to a two count punch against his plastron, and Mikey suddenly became aware of his sweaty palms once more.

"Uh." But you were already holding his hands, skin so soft against his own. Your fingers uncurled his own and slotted palm against palm, and he blurted out the first thing that popped into his head. "Oh! You're so warm!"

You giggled, honest to god giggled, and the happy sound had his heart swooping in his chest, mentally patting himself on the back.

He was hyper aware of your hands in his, the way your thumb softly trailed alongside the jut of his wrist, the little massage you worked against the hollow where his own thumb connected. He took the chance to reciprocate in both hands, literally, pressing his thumbs against the center of your palms and giving a little knead against the fine bones at the base of your fingers.

"So..." You drawled out the word, and he looked up too fast, eager to hear what you had to say, grip swallowing your hands before softening his touch with a silent reminder at himself to be gentle.

If you noticed, you didn't bring it up, "do you wanna watch a movie? Get some pizza?" You swung your paired hands back and forth, moving in a sort of swaying dance that Mikey felt himself being pulled into magnetically.

"Babycakes, that sounds like a perfect idea." He almost cringed at the usual slip into terms of endearment, almost felt the slap to the shell Raph would be giving him after the almost hour long talk on how to show someone you appreciate them. Don't use nicknames you use for someone else had been rule number 3, if Mikey remembered correctly.

But you didn't even stutter, though you did flit away from him, all but hopping over to your phone on the couch to place an order. Mikey followed a touch behind, an apology on his lips despite being unsure on how to deliver it, when you turned to him without warning and knocked against his plastron.

Mikey reacted instinctively, arms holding you steady, doubly concerned, before he froze, staring down into your upturned face. your eyes looking impossibly large, cheek pressed to his plastron, and he had to fight the urge to crush you to himself, mind not sure exactly what else he wanted because the sweat was now clinging not only to his palms but to his shoulders as well and you were so close-

And you surprised him once again. Instead of pulling away or shutting him down, you wrapped your arms around him in return, propping your chin on his pectoral scute and giving him a beaming smile that only added to the raging turmoil underneath his skin. "Good catch, Angelo. Do you know what type of pizza you want?"

Angelo. Only you called him that. He swallowed heavily, terribly conscious of your hands pressed against his carapace and how good the soft touch felt, and took another chance, gave you a nickname that he hoped one day you would realize the significance of, "I like all kinds of pizza, Sunshine, why don't you pick for us?"

And there it was, like sunshine parting clouds: your smile turned soft and sweet and he knew he was a goner.

[willsimpforanyone]

Jason grace x male Aphrodite son smut I love him so much 😩😩

ty for being so patient with me! i can absolutely do this for you

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"Bro, you gotta take a shower." Jason threw a towel at my head. "I don't care how cool you look after a workout, I'm not kissing you until you do."

I grinned, chest heaving, as I grabbed the towel in mid-air and winked at him. "You think I look cool, huh?" Not that a child of Aphrodite could look anything else.

He rolled his eyes, but the blush staining his cheeks spoke volumes. "Shut up, go shower."

Standing from my place on the bench, I sauntered over, just a little shorter than my boyfriend. "But it would be such a shame to shower, just to get all sweaty again."

The stain on his cheeks bloomed across his whole face and down his neck. "I-I..."

I slid a hand through my hair, pushing away the strands sticking to my face and I saw him watch the movement closely. We were only a couple inches away from each other, but it was too far for my liking. I trailed my fingers down Jason's arms, reaching his hands and pulling them behind me so I was surrounded by him.

"If you honestly don't want to do anything," I whispered, making eye contact so he knew I was serious. "Then you only have to say so. But if you do..." I slipped my hands behind his neck and twisted my fingers in golden curls. "...then you have to tell me that, too."

The poor boy was slack-jawed and I pecked his cheek. "Earth to Jason? I know I'm sexy but I gotta have your consent, babe."

He shook his head slightly to bring himself back to reality. "Yeah, yeah, I wanna do something, but can I just... do something to you?"

I pulled back slightly. "You doing okay?"

Jason smiled, a little sappy. "I'm awesome, but if I don't get to touch my gorgeous boyfriend in .2 seconds, I am going to explode."

"Have your way with me, handsome." I smirked, thoroughly enjoying being the focus of those gorgeous blue eyes.

Jason's hands were instantly under my shirt, my breath stolen by his lips covering mine. I melted into his grasp, and he sighed contentedly against me. His fingers ran over my skin, feeling the hard-won muscles over my stomach and along my shoulders. I shivered as one hand ghosted over the trail of fluff along my lower stomach and felt him grin against my lips.

"Oh shut up," I murmured, pressing even closer.

He trailed his lips along my jawline, nipping his way to my ear. "I didn't say anything," he whispered, tongue poking out to lick the shell of my ear and I shuddered, doing everything in my power to not grind into his hips.

Feeling my desperation, he chuckled lowly and a thrill shot up my spine. "Oh, I know you so well." A hand slipped past the waistband of my workout shorts and I felt, more than heard, the groan he made. "Damn, I always forget you only wear shorts."

I gave my best attempt at a smirk. "Easy access, babe, I look hot like this."

"Fuck yes, you do." Jason kissed me hard and strong, hand dipping even lower and wrapping ever-so-gently around my dick. I inhaled sharply, letting my head fall back. Jason's other hand was strong and firm, placed at the small of my back to keep me close and still. "I've got you."

Slowly, leisurely, Jason pulled and tugged at my cock, bringing it to full hardness. I whined and squirmed in his hold. "Jas, fuck, more-!"

He shook his head. "Nope, you'll be patient for me, won't you?"

Damn the man, he knew far too many of my buttons. "I'll try my best, hun."

He kissed a line up my neck. "I know you will, gorgeous, you're doing so well."

I was at his mercy as he slowly worked me up, hand twisting and slick as I moaned and clutched at his shirt. My legs were shaking, knees threatening to give out, a stark contrast to Jason's steady form keeping me upright as I sagged against him.

"You're so fucking gorgeous, my pretty boy." Jason's head was bowed, lips pressed to my ear. "Look so hot after you work out, drives me crazy, all I wanna do is get my hands on you and make you look more wrecked."

I laughed breathlessly. "You're doing a v-very good job, I m-must say."

My hips were giving little thrusts into his hand, wanting more and more. "I know I p-promised to be p-patient, Jas, but you-you're really testing my limits here."

"Just a little longer, pretty boy, I love seeing you like this." Jason was intent on ruining me, hand occasionally speeding up and slowing down in a maddening pace.

"Well, of course you do." I wondered how I was still talking. "I must look like a dream."

Shaking his head, Jason pulled back and winked at me. "Nah, I know exactly what you look like in my dreams."

That was the tipping point. His hand twisted so deliciously and the thought of him dreaming of me, of this, sent me over the edge.

My fingers dug into his shirt, my stomach spasming and I came hard, staining the inside of my shorts. He held me tight, hand slowly working me through my orgasm, not stopping until I tapped his arm to let him know I was wrung out.

I barely had time to process that I was coming down from my high before I was swept up into Jason's arms.

"Wha-"

"Bath time, babe."

I honestly didn't have it in me to protest, exhausted from a workout and... a very different type of workout, choosing instead to nod and snuggle against my boyfriend's chest.

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[sl-walker]

Today in Lines I Loved Writing

From the second chapter of Stardust:

“Heads up!” Ted shouted, cheerily, swinging off of a catwalk like some kind of acrobat, only to smack Random Henchman #3 -- on a shelf below him beside an open crate -- in the middle of his back with both boots, which--

--sent him flying down right into Booster’s outstretched arm, who clotheslined him neatly, saving him from a potentially bone-crunching meeting with the floor. “And down!”  The henchman dropped in a heap with a grunt and wheeze.  Booster winced, looking down at the guy.  “Oooh, might wanna watch the face, those ski-masks aren’t really much protection.”

Random Henchman #5 was running for the doors after #4 tripped and tumbled, because it had frankly only taken three minutes of chasing them around the warehouse to take most of them down.  “Grab him?” Ted asked, sounded surprisingly winded, and Booster glanced down at the guy he’d just dropped before taking off after the one running.

It was a quick collar -- literally! -- and just so he wouldn’t have to babysit, Booster hoisted and hung that guy off of a pulley by the leather belt he was wearing before flying back to make sure #3 and #4 were still subdued along with the others.

In the meantime, the Blue Beetle wasn’t looking so good even in the dim light; he was still hanging from the catwalk and something about his pallor was alarming.  “Hey, what’s wrong?” Booster asked, wasting no time flying over there.

Ted’s skin was sweaty where it was exposed, and up close, he was clearly having an incredibly hard time holding himself up. “Heart.  Ride down?” he panted, and sagged with a grateful sounding sigh when Booster took his weight and he could let go of the catwalk. “I’ll be okay,” he said, shivering. “Just need to lay down.”

Booster was less convinced, but he landed them soft and didn’t let his alarm show when Ted literally stretched out on the floor of the warehouse, thumping against his chest with the side of his fist.

“--should I tie them up?” Booster asked, even as he hit his wrist-comm. “Skeets, call the police, send ‘em to our position?  Then hone in on my position and get here.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Yeah, please,” Ted said, though he had picked up his head and was watching; he beamed despite looking like hell. “Do I get to meet your robot?!”

Booster smiled, shaking his head, and went to go figure out how to secure their random henchpeople.  “Your lucky night.  Hey, do you have anything I can use as handcuffs?”

Ted fished something out of that thigh holster, then held up a handful of zip ties that were sticking out of his fist like porcupine quills. “These work?”

“You came to a bust with zip ties?  And while I’m at it, do you actually keep a gun in there, or is it just like your all-purpose junk drawer?”

“Actually, I do have a gun!  It’s called the BB gun, because I’m clever like that.”  Ted let his head rest back on the floor and took a slower, more even-sounding breath.  “But yeah, I also stick random stuff in there because I don’t have pockets.  It’s got pouches in its pouch,” he added, with a snicker. “Like a Liefeld comic.”

Booster didn’t get the reference, but he did happen to think the word pouch was funny, which was why he was giggling like a twelve-year-old as he zip-tied their disgruntled henchfolk.  “And don’t want any civilian games of guess that lump?”

“Give the man a cookie!”

“I’ll settle for some all-night diner pancakes, but if a cookie’s all I’m getting for saving your butt--”

“It’ll be one of those really big cookies.”

“They do make some impressively sized baked goods in this era,” Skeets said, zipping through the half-open man door. “Also, the police will be here in approximately forty-five seconds.”

“Skeets!”  Booster grinned, then nodded back towards where Ted was sitting up gingerly. “Your new biggest fan ever wants to meet you.”

Skeets paused for a moment mid-air, a barely noticeable hesitation, then flew over to hover in front of Ted, offering a cordial, “A pleasure to meet you, Mister Blue Beetle.”

Ted made a noise that Booster might’ve ascribed to an overly excited young dog being shown a new toy.  Like-- maybe a verbal flail of excitement, if that was a thing.  Then he said, “You are so cool.  Booster!  I’ll buy the pancakes if the ‘bot comes with us!”

Booster sat back on his heels and watched, even as the sound of vehicles roaring up outside filtered in; something about the scene -- Ted sitting there in wide-eyed wonder and Skeets hovering at eye level -- grabbed him by the heart.  Good, mixed.  “Blueberry pancakes?” he asked, rising to his feet so he could go lead the cops in.

“Pal, I’ll get you the whole damn blueberry bush.”

“Deal!”

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Why I loved writing them: OMG, the dialogue. I've had the fortune of occasionally having pairs of characters who, if you give them even the barest kind of space, will take a scene and run away with it. And writing Booster and Beetle is just like that; one of them starts, the other builds on it, and then they just keep going, rolling it along and chasing it down the road.

So, I had fun having Ted taking a potshot at Rob Liefeld because I cut my teeth on comics in the 90s and don't even get me started. For all those fans out there who might be unfamiliar, Liefeld's not like-- the only reason 90s comics are just Like That, but he was a big contributor of it. Like, I really can draw a very clear, unambiguous line between Cable's design and Booster's look post-Overmaster arc. It's not even subtle. So, everyone who ever squinted at that really godawful run of really bad design, you almost have to blame it on Liefeld.

Ahem. Anyway. The other part is the whole bit--

“Give the man a cookie!”

“I’ll settle for some all-night diner pancakes, but if a cookie’s all I’m getting for saving your butt--”

“It’ll be one of those really big cookies.”

--starting with that. It's not the first example of those two kind of 'yes, and'ing' each other in the story, their introduction to each other was the first, but it serves as a good illustration of their easy patter and ability to build on one another. And there's something super charming about them basically turning a joking bit of banter into a decision to go out to eat together, which leads to them spending almost the whole day together, which--

I've also had friendships like that, albeit without the unresolved romantic tension. But where you just enjoy the other person's company so much that you don't want to let them go. LOL! @b-radley66 can attest. @shadowmaat can, too. And many, many other people over the years.

And finally, I just also really love the mental image of Ted and Skeets meeting, just as much as I love Booster's reaction to it.

[finniestoncrane]

How would each of the Riddlers ask for your hand in marriage, and what would the wedding be like? 💍💒

Marriage

Riddler Headcanons ok so i don't think they would all be on board, but i think they could be persuaded, if not for nefarious or sneaky reasons u-u wanna make them all my malewives i swear, sister wives if you will 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: some suggestive things

dano

he has so many ideas for a proposal!!

he could have bombs go off around the city, spelling it out!

he could have some rats bring it to you in their little paws!

he could spell it out in the blood of the corrupt gotham elite!

all very romantic and creative gestures

and he'll live stream your wedding!

a quiet affair, just you, eddie and the judge he's holding hostage

a public marriage will really show everyone who said he was a loser

arkham

he is 100% only marrying you if the situation calls for it

and not romantically, more financially or for the sake of visitation

since only spouses are permitted private 'meetings'

don't assume that your conjugal visits will be hot and sweaty

you're there to conspire with him and plan his escape

also he will marry someone out of spite

but there won't be a proposal

more a sort of vague suggestion and then a certificate to sign

gotham

you really have to want to marry him

because only then will you be able to focus your energy

otherwise his little treasure hunt for the ring will bore you to death

but he's so excited because he loves riddles, and questions

and "will you marry me?" is the best question!

the wedding will be so sweet, so vintage, so fun

swing music for your first dance obviously

but there's always a chance oswald will gatecrash

btaa

it would take him a while to admit that you were too good to let go

luckily miss tuesday is on side to convince him to propose

with a spouse, that means less work for her to do

you can bet the proposal will be creative, artistic... criminal

a grand gesture, perhaps involving a helicopter

which you two can then make a grand escape in

officiant waiting on board as you make your getaway

you don't want to spend your honeymoon in the conjugal rooms

capullo

he would get married, sure

it would make him look better, like someone wanted him

not that people don't want him, but a binding contract

that might be necessary for someone like him

he's not having a wedding though

he'd like to be able to keep his options open

not make a public statement that he's off the market

OH COME ON HE'S KIDDING come back, please marry him

young justice

definitely going to need you to propose

there's absolutely no way he'd have the confidence to do it

why would someone like you ever say yes to someone like him?

but that's ok, because he's adorable

and you'd do anything to keep him forever

it'll be a small wedding, too many people makes him nervous

mabye you could elope!

that way he can get to the sweet kisses and hugs and other stuff sooner

telltale

marriage for him is more of a comfort arrangement

he needs someone to look after him in his old(er) age

but if you annoy him less than other people

he'd be keen to make sure you stick around as long as possible

the wedding would be a very traditional one

but he'll insist that you don't wear anything "virginal white"

that's a treat to himself, an inside joke

making sure everyone knows he's already had his way with you

twojar

he absolutely loves the idea of having a spouse

someone to come home to, to spoil, to take trips with

also, it would be good to have something to use when begging

"please, i have a wife, don't beat me batman"

just enough that he can distract him before smacking him

i think it's the shirtless thing

but he's definitely a beach wedding guy

white linen pants, matching shirt wide open, bare chested "i do's"

unburied

an excuse to be the centre of attention?

to get dressed up and look like a fancy little gentleman?

for people to bring him gifts and say nice things to him?

yeah, sign him up!

get ready for the most eddie-centric, expensive affair ever

he won't propose though, he's not the begging type

he's malewife material, a kept husband if you will

and he'll reject you if the ring isn't big enough too

[astoldbyaja]

Bark like you want it! -Ch. 6~AU Demon Slayer~

Pullin' out the coupe at the lot

Told 'em fuck 12, fuck SWAT

Bustin' all the bells out the box

I just hit a lick with the box

Had to put the stick in a box, mmh

Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy

I got the mojo deals, we been trappin' like the '80s

She sucked a n*gga soul, gotta Cash App

Told 'em wipe a n*gga nose, say slatt, slatt

I won't never sell my soul, and I can back that

And I really wanna know, where you at, at?

I ground my hips with the beat of the music, flipping my hair and rotating my hips in a circular motion that made me smile as the music continued playing. I let my hands roam my body in happiness as I was engulfed in the ocean of people just wanting to forget their problems. I was one of them! I didn’t want to think about Akaza or Kyojuro or their lust of my body. No tonight it was all about me. A group of women came over, complimented my beauty and asked if they and their boyfriends could dance with me. It was a total of six.

I’ve seen then on campus before, so I was a bit familiar with who they were. I nodded and the men kept it respectful, only sensually touching their girlfriends who occasionally ground their hips and bodies on me of which I didn’t mind. Suddenly the music transitioned into 40 Cal by Hairatage and I was ready to really cut lose to the beat of the music!

I got some haters talking, they've been getting rookie nails They want to go to war, I chew 'em up just like my fingernails I roll with shadows, fuck the jail I can't afford the bail, but if I do they know I get it poppin' like the 40 Cal!

I curled my arms over my face, my braids over my face and popped my chest out immediately shaking my ass with the sharp rift of the music. Everyone was going crazy at the sharp music. The club was truly brought to life, the heat rising from everyone’s fast body movements and the smell now a mixture of different sweat. I wanted to drink tonight, I wanted to fuck tonight! I wanted to do whatever the fuck I wanted! As more relaxed dance music began to play, I began to move from the dance floor, letting my body droop against the bar. Since I needed to have my wits about me, I decided a water was the best I was going to get tonight. My heart was fluttering from utter happiness, the adrenaline overtaking me. My body was begging for more fun, the crowd felt as if it were calling me back into it.

I just needed to catch my breath. I pulled my phone from my dress’ pocket, happy it had a zip up fold so I would never lose it. I checked my messages.

Mitsuri: How are you doing?

Me: All good, shouldn’t be out too long. Hope your date is going well!

Mitsuri: Aw good I’m glad and yes it’s going well. Text me when you’re on your way home!

Me: Will do!

Kyojuro: Hey hope your night is going well. I heard you were going out to the club tonight. If things get weird with anyone there, don’t hesitate to reach out.

Me: Thanks, I’m good. Have a good weekend.

I did not need to ask him about his day, his evening or anything! His intentions were not pure, and I would refuse to think he could actually convince me otherwise.

Akaza: WYA

Me: The Unholy

Akaza: *Typing…* With who??

Me: Me, myself and I.

Akaza: Why didn’t you tell me you were going dancing! I would have loved to go dancing with you.”

I stiffened.

Me: That sounds like a date and I don’t do dates.

Akaza: So you’d rather go straight to the really sweaty work out then?

Me: I’m going back on the dance floor.

Akaza: I’m on my way over there.

Me: Fine then I’m leaving.

Akaza: Don’t be like that. Come on I can throw down! Besides nothing would make us both happier than to feel that ass grinding up on my-”

I tucked my phone back in my dress and looked at the bartender who was on the other side of the bar. He was a tall man with a handsome face and long flowing black hair.

“Hi, I’d like to pay for the water!” I replied waving to him. The man turned and smirked at me.

“On the house since you made my night with that hot dancing of yours!” he called out before winking at me. I smiled and dipped my head some in embarrassment.

“Thank you!” I called out. However, a flash of long black hair and a big grin is all I could make out before me.

“Hey cutie, how ‘bout I buy you the next round!” a boisterous voice said. Standing before me was a tall man in a black fishnet tank and green baggy jeans was leaning over the bar, cheek planted in his palm. I blinked rapidly.

“You wish to buy me another round of water?” I asked. He snickered.

“Of course! Gotta stay hydrated if you plan to dance again!” he said. “The name’s Karaku! I see you a lot on campus, so that makes us classmates in a way. What’s your name?”

Our campus was pretty big how exactly did he see me?

“Yara!” I said over the heavy music which only made the man lean in a bit so he could hear

“Yara? Wow that’s a pretty name! Never heard it before! So that’s makes you my first!” he said. I gave a polite smile however I wasn’t sure where this conversation was going, and I really wanted to dance to a few more songs before it was time to call a cab. “Say you have some really pretty hair, Yara, it makes you look like a goddess! Black women have the most exotic hair styles!”

And now he’s lost my attention and my tense face at his compliment told me so. I didn’t like the word exotic being used to describe me or anything on me. Made me feel weird.

“Thanks!” I said stiffly before leaning off the bar and trying to wave a goodbye to him, before he caught my hand.

“Say, I’m here tonight with three of my brothers! We’ve been studying hard cramming for the upcoming midterms you know how it is, and we were wondering if maybe you’d like to dance with us!” he offered before point pointing over my shoulder toward the very end of the bar where three men, identical to Karaku, were looking at me with different emotions on their faces. One looked to be glaring slightly, nodding his head up at me as if saying ‘sup with his eyes. He wore a red tank and black jeans. I could see the two sleeve tattoos that covered his muscular arms.

Waving happily beside him was a man in a black tank top under a yellow jacket and brown shorts. His wrists were wrapped with yellow bands and yellow beaded necklace sat loose on his neck. Beside him was a nervous, almost sad looking man in a blue and white striped uniform and he looked almost nervous.

Woah, I had never seen a set of quadruplets before, and I couldn’t help but look from then back to Karaku who just smirked.

“Wow, and all four of you want to dance with me, why?” I asked. There were many cute and attractive women in the club tonight and it made me suspicious that a group of men wanted to just dance with me when there were so many other options.

“Absolutely. The way you moved on the dancefloor was just stunning. My brothers and I couldn’t take our eyes off you! You seem like a lot of fun, Yara! So how’s about it, one more dance before the night ends?” he asked.

Suddenly, a beat popped in my ears from above and my eyes widened as well as my smile as the remix version of Enya’s Only Time, Crunk in Time, was playing. I couldn’t wait anymore I had to pop off tonight. I smirked at Karaku.

“If you and your brothers can keep up tonight, then sure, one dance.” I replied before pushing off the bar, taking his hand and guiding him to the dance floor, my hips dipping and swaying from side to side with the beat of the music. I noticed the three brothers moving off the bar and following us to the dance floor and slowly approached me with pleased looks on their faces as they each stood in a perfect square around me.

“I’m Sekido!” the brother in red said harshly making me jump a bit, but I smiled nonetheless from genuine amusement. He stood in front of me.

“I’m Urogi the fun one!” the brother in yellow said as he stood on the left of me.

“Ha as if!” Karaku shouted from behind me, his hand already palming my bottom which I didn’t mind.

“And I’m Aizetsu!” the brother in blue said on my right. He looked nervous almost.

“I’m Yara!” I said with a smile noticing how all four of these men smelled really good. I liked that. The men were moving their hips with the beat of the music as was I.

I began to move my hips in a circular motion so a part of me would graze each of the men’s body giving them each an inch of attention. I began to silently lip sync Enya’s part smiling at all of the men’s amused faces. The looks didn’t look malicious. Everyone around us was swaying themselves waiting for the real fun to start.

“Who can say where the road goes, where the day flows only time. Who can say where the road goes, where the day flows only time (SHAKE THAT-)

My mind was gone, captured by the beat of the music as everyone threw their hands up and shook their bodies giving their all to the music.

“GET CRUNK WITH IT, GET LOOSE WITH IT!” everyone sang shaking their hips and grinding against the partners. Karaku and Sekido kept their hands on hips grinding their hips on me when they could, while I had my hands on Aizetsu’s and Urogi’s cheeks smiling and laughing with them as they moved their bodies against my sides.

“SHAKE THAT ASS REAL FAST THEN DROP! SHAKE IT LIKE A SALTSHAKER! SHAKE IT LIKE A SALTSHAKER! SHAKE IT LIKE A SALTSHAKER!” people sang and shake it I did. I could feel my ass vibrating on command of the music digging into Karaku’s crotch.

“Fuck yes fucking shake it Yara!” the green dressed brother yelled behind. I let my hand move through my braids moving it to one side of my neck as I felt a pair of lips press into my neck from the man behind me. I told my mind to take note of it, but I found it hard from the hands moving over my body and beneath the top of my dress! I gasped realizing it was Sekido’s hand cupping one of my breasts and before I could attempt to push back, which would only get me blocked by Karaku, I feel the angry man’s tongue going down my throat. I realize my wrists are being held down by Urogi and Aizetsu, stopping me from pushing back against the man in front of me.

He's dominating my mouth, not letting my tongue get away from his as he explored every inch of my mouth.

“Sorry, Yara, but we had to see for ourselves what was so special about you!” Urogi said happily. I finally had the courage to bite the tongue that was invading me and Sekido leaned back with a growl.

“Naughty bitch bit me!” he snarled.

“Yes, Akaza was speaking so highly of you, I am sad to admit I was actually getting a little jealous.” Aizetsu told. What the fuck! Akaza… Oh damn these guys must be a part of the Kizuki.

“So, how’s about it Yara, want to play with us for a little bit? I promise you’ll enjoy every… inch of us.” Karaku purred, his tongue sliding up the shell of my ear. I stiffened heavily feeling that the grips on my wrists would not be loosened. Sekido wasn’t even going to wait fo a response because his hand came up to grip my throat as his face leaned in to mine to kiss me again.

But my feet acted fast, kicking him right in the groin.

“FUCK!” he snarled in pain as he was now caught up in the wave of dancing and being shoved into the crowd

I felt the grips on my wrists loosen and I used this time to move into the crowd and let the many shoulders push me about. I was looking for a way out of the crowd, the exit, and the four brother as a means to get away from them. I pushed my way from the crowd and pressed myself to the wall. I quickly grabbed my phone and texted fast.

Me: 911 (You shared your location)

Kyojuro: On my way! Find somewhere to lay low until I get there!

I could see Aizetsu coming from the crowd and hurried down the closest to me. I was looking for an emergency exit if anything, but I was luckily coming up on the front of the club. Where I could hide once out there, I didn’t know. The Unholy wasn’t a big place and it felt they would easily know I was in the lady’s restroom if I tried to hide there, and I didn’t need to get cornered there! Just as I was pushing myself out the door, I was immediately caught by someone I didn’t want to see.

“Yara! Wow your hair looks amazing!” he snapped catching my shoulders. I wanted to pull back, but he wouldn’t let me go.

“Please let me go, Akaza, I need to leave!” I said hurriedly looking over my shoulders. They could come at any minute! Okay, I couldn’t hide my fear through anger any longer. I was scared and I was scared shitless. I tore from Akaza’s hold and began to move down the sidewalk putting distance between me and the club. Akaza was speeding up behind me taking my hand.

“Hey woah what the fuck happened?” he yelled in panic. I needed to get out of here. I didn’t want his hand touching me. He’s one of them, they’re one of them! As I walked, a familiar shade of yellow was skipping in front of me.

“Yara, I found you!” Urogi said happily and I gasped as I saw red, blue and green appearing. I quickly back tracked and jumped behind Akaza.

“You stay the fuck away from me! All of you or I swear to God I’ll scream!” I threatened. Akaza looked at me then the four men who were walking up to him calmly and collectively.

“What the fuck did you do!” he snapped. Sekido just growled with annoyance.

“The cunt bit me and kicked me in my dick!” he snarled.

“Oh, calm down, Akaza, we were just trying to test her, to make sure she was being loyal to you and to the gang is all.” Karaku said with a purr.

“She attracts a lot of male attention whether she knows it or not. It’d be very upsetting if another guy tried to step in on what’s yours.” Aizetsu said with a pout.

“You’re all insane!” I snapped trying to step away from the group, but Akaza took my hand and wouldn’t let go as he held his other hand up.

“Okay can we all just calm the fuck down! Why the hell were you four out anyways when you were supposed to be… running errands?” he snarled. I could tell errands was code for something else. Sekido scoffed angrily.

“We earned. The club was our last errand. We saw your little toy here dancing like she’s single and couldn’t help our curiosity and thought we'd join in a dance!” he explained.

“The fuck is that supposed to mean! It seems like you wanted to do more than just dance!” I snapped still struggling from Akaza. He looked at me angrily noticing me pulling back.

“Will you please stop that!” he yelled before looking at the brothers. “Your business was not with her; you all should have left her alone!”

“Oh come on, you shared your last toy with us, we figured she was a new one to share with us!” Urogi told. My eyes widened.'

"Mother fucker." Akaza said shooting him a glare so dark, it almost caused me to miss the sound of tires screeching around the corner and now we all looked as I saw a black 2022 Toyota Tundra was jumping the curb of the sidewalk making us all jump back. I followed Akaza’s hand to the hem of his jacket and down to the back of his pants and the way he gripped the handle of his gun made my eyes pop as he pulled it from his waist band.

Gun! GUN! GUN! DANGER, DANGER, DANGER!

Popping out of the bed of the truck was Kyojuro and Sanemi, with pistols in their hands, all the while, Uzui’s window was down in the driver’s side, a very large gun in his hand that looked like it fired multiple rounds. Obanai’s body was sitting outside on the passenger window with two Glock pistols in his hands.

I looked at the four brothers to see guns in their hands pointed at the truck, and I felt my mind was ready to explode.

I noticed Kyojuro and Akaza’s guns were on each other, and I could tell they were waiting to take each other out, however I was in the line of fire.

I just wanted to dance and maybe fuck tonight. I wanted to have a wild and fun night and then go home and sleep the weekend away. Why was that so fucking hard!