#but like. making fun of his nose / hands / feet / etc

[rainbow-wolf120]

This was funnier in my head-

[rinhaler]

can I make a request pretty please?? step-brother Satoru no penetration 🤤

omg thank you for this req I had so much fun with it! I haven't written anything in so long and I'd like to say this is the start of the comeback but I don't wanna lie LOL

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, step brother!satoru, stepcest, virgin!reader, fingering mention, love bites, tit sucking, pussy job, photo taking ++ filming!, use of nii-chan, pet names (baby, princess, sweetheart etc.), manipulative!gojo.

words: 3.3k

“You’re lying.” Suguru says with ease, nose scrunching at the sight of his best friend grinning from ear to ear. A smirk that he knows, without a doubt, wouldn’t be on his face if he were a liar.

“I did.” he continues to smile. “She came in my room last night, said she was scared ‘cause she had a nightmare.”

“… And?”

“And, I dunno, man. She said she wanted to sleep but we were talking. Kept getting closer and closer ‘n we started making out.”

Suguru smiles, dumbfounded by the statement. He still can’t believe he’s being honest. But he looks at him, still smiling, only to say: “You made out with your little sister?”

“Don’t be weird. She’s my step sister, it ain’t the same.” he says, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly as he thinks about it. “She’s cute though, right? Think she’s a virgin, too.”

“She seems like one.” Suguru says plainly. “Come on, then. What else happened? I know you wouldn’t bring it up if you didn’t have something real to brag about.”

“… You know me well.” Satoru smirks. “… I just fingered her a little. Barely touched her ‘n she came like—”

“A virgin?” he chuckles, cutting him off as he speaks.

“Exactly.” Satoru smirks.

Suguru folds his arms and relaxes into his seat. He looks around, making sure no one is listening before he speaks again.

“Prove it.”

“Huh?”

“I don’t believe you, Satoru.” he laughs lightly, leaning forward again. “I don’t believe you fingered your little sister because it didn’t happen. She let you do that because she had a nightmare? Please. Girls like you, but not that much.”

“You know what?” he stands up, irritation evident in his tone before he laughs, too. He regains his composure, effortlessly, leaning over the table between them. “I’m not gonna chase her, I’ll let her come to me. And I’ll film it for you.”

“No, you’re not. It didn’t happen and it won’t happen.” Suguru snickers.

“We’ll see.” he says, finality in his voice before he turns to walk away. He waves without looking behind him, unaware of his best friend grinning wickedly behind his back.

“You’re too easy, Satoru.” he says to himself quietly.

He feels your eyes on him, and it’s almost constant. Your face flushes with heat each time he grants you the honour of looking back at you, a lazy, cocky grin etched on his face. You instantly look down at your feet or your hands when he does, unable to shake the events of last night out of your mind.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? You’ve been quiet all night. Are you getting sick?” your mother asks, obvious concern in her words as you sit between her legs. You’ve been letting her braid your hair over and over again for no real reason other than she finds it soothing. She stops, though, pressing the backs of her fingers to your cheek. “You’re burning up!”

“I-I’m fine.” you say, voice almost warning her to stop as Satoru can’t help but look at you again. It’s embarrassing enough to have her fuss over you in front of your older brother who is so obviously cooler than you’ll ever be. But seeing that obnoxious smirk on his face, both of you knowing the real reason you’re so flustered, makes it a million times worse.

“Did something happen, little sis? You almost look embarrassed.” Satoru grins, eyes glittering as he stares at you. You abruptly jump to your feet, body stiffening at the implication of his words.

“I said I’m fine!” you yell. “I’m gonna go to bed, g’night.” you say, hastily rushing off before anyone can stop you.

Satoru and your mother look at each other, and he acts oblivious. He pretends he can’t possibly imagine what’s gotten into you. But eventually, he smiles, standing up not long after you and heading towards the kitchen.

“I’ll get her a glass of water,” he tells your mother, placing a hand on her shoulder and offering the warmest, insincere smile he can. “I’m sure she’s fine.”

“Thank you, Satoru.” she smiles up at him. “You’re such a good boy.”

There’s a knock at your door not long after you get comfortable in your bed. You hope if you ignore it long enough, they’ll think you’re already asleep. But of course, you’re mindlessly scrolling through your phone trying to distract your intense thoughts.

“It’s barely been five minutes, princess.” your brother tells you from behind the door. He waits a few beats for a response, but you don’t give him one. You jolt when your door creaks open, quickly hiding your phone underneath your pillow and feigning sleep.

You hear the gentle thud of a glass hitting a coaster as he sets it down on your bedside table. He doesn’t leave after that, but he doesn’t say anything, either. He simply watches over you and you can’t help but panic. It’s like you’re being assessed, whether you’re really sleeping or not.

Your brother isn’t stupid, though. You both know that. He knows as well as you do that you’re wide awake. And yet, whatever snide comment you’re expecting him to make doesn’t come. Nothing but silence settles between the two of you. And soon enough, you wonder if he’s going to watch over you like this all night.

But instead, you hear movement. And then you are moving. Your body sinks as he places a knee on your mattress and you dip a little closer to his body as he crouches over you. His nose breathes softly against your cheek as once again, he doesn’t move or speak for a few uncomfortable beats.

“Goodnight, sis.” he whispers in your ear, and your body reflexively trembles from the vibration of his words. He always speaks so softly to you, whether he’s teasing you or being genuine. It’s a dead give away that you’re awake, so you decide to scrunch your eyes closed tighter. He chuckles softly, at that. Giving your temple a chaste kiss before pulling away.

“S-Satoru…” you say meekly, He stops when he hears you, changing his position to sit comfortably.

“Are you done playing pretend, now?” he smiles. “What is it? Look at your nii-chan if you've got something to say.”

You shuffle awkwardly as you angle your body to look at him, glistening blue eyes stare down at you while you feel your words begin to choke in your throat. It’s as if you have lumps of sand lodged in there. He tucks a stray hair out of your face and behind your ear, your eyes instinctively flutter closed. And even without being able to see, you can feel his smirk on you.

“Last night…” you start, looking at him to gauge his reaction. But his face is stoic, giving nothing away as you scramble to piece together the rest of your sentence. “It was… bad.”

“I know.” he replies. And it shocks you a little. You hadn’t expected him to say that, you thought he’d be proud. He’s been teasing you about it, after all. Making little comments and trying to make you crumble at any given moment.

“You—” you say, losing track of what you even want to say to him. “O-Okay… well, goodnight Sato—”

“Been thinking about it all day, though, haven’t you?” he grins. And there he is. This is more like what you’d expected. And soon enough, you’re burning up again. The dim light bleeding through the cracks of your door isn’t enough for him to see what he’s done to you again. But he’s sure he knows. You’re so easy to tease, after all. “Was that your first time?”

You don’t react, you roll back onto your side and fold your arms. He chuckles a little, at that. Your petulant reaction is just so cute. He smooths a heavy hand over your hair, feeling a few of the small braids still in your hair from your mother. He stands up, and you feel the mattress return to where it belongs.

“If you have another nightmare, you know where my room is. Goodnight.” he says calmly before departing.

Yeah, right. Like you’re ever gonna do that again.

Fuck.

It’s been hours since you came to bed. You slept for around an hour but now you’re wide awake. That’s always been your curse when you go to bed earlier than usual. You wake up at an ungodly hour and can’t get back to sleep until daybreaks.

You’ve spent a while reading since that usually helps you drift off. But no such luck tonight, not when Satoru is still raging through your mind.

He was right, after all. It was the first time you’ve done anything like that with a boy. And it was your step brother of all people. You’re ashamed, but you can’t get it out of your head. He’s such a good kisser. His lips are soft and his tongue played with your own so divinely.

Your pussy begins to throb as you think about the way he touched you. The way he made you cum. He had to cover your mouth so you didn’t disturb your parents. It becomes to much, and before you know it your hand slithers between your thighs. You’re eager to chase the high he gave you the previous night.

But, of course, he’s ruined you now. Your own fingers aren’t going to cut it anymore. It doesn’t feel nearly as nice as what he did. The way he alternated toying with your tits to rubbing your clit. The way he had you whimpering like a kicked puppy as his fingers plunged into your untouched walls. Your toes curled as he delved deeper to find your pressure point and abused it until your eyes crossed and you drooled all over his palm.

And you slept so soundly afterwards.

Without giving it a second thought, you throw off your duvet and get out of bed. The line has already been crossed now. What does it matter if you do it again? It’s not that bad. It’s not like you’re actually related. And it’s a nice feeling, knowing that someone as popular and cool as Satoru has taken an interest in you.

You always see girls flirting with him in the hallways while you’re with your friends at college. Even they fawn over how hot your step brother is. He’s got more than enough attention. And yet, for now, he seems the most interested in you.

As you reach his room, you knock gently on the door. It’s quiet, though you can hear the TV playing. Eventually, you hear him hum, a subtle signal for you to come in.

“Hello again.” he smiles. “Did you have another nightmare, sweetheart?”

“… Mhmm…” you nod, lying effortlessly. He pats the space on the bed beside himself and you hurry over to him. “C-Can’t stop thinking about you.”

“I know.” he says, not even looking at you as he talks. You have no idea what he’s watching, but he seems to be more fixated on it than he is on you. “But you were right. It is wrong, what we did. You can sleep here since you’re scared. Just sleeping, though.”

You freeze at his words, not expecting this response at all. Had you blown it by saying that earlier? Did you leave it too long to come to his room, giving him too much time to think and have the same realisation that you had after last night?

“… Don’t wanna sleep.” you tell him. And that, gives him cause to look at you. “That was my first time… with a boy c-can’t stop thinking about it, Satoru.”

“You’re gonna have to. It was a mistake.” he warns you. “I shouldn’t have done that with you, ‘m meant to be taking care of you and looking out for you. Took advantage—”

“No! No. I wanted you to do it.” you assure him. “All my friends like you… ‘n I pretend I don’t see it but I’ve had a crush on you since we met… so I’m glad I got to do that with you. And I wanna do it again.”

“… you’re cute. You’ve got a crush on me, hah?” he laughs lightly, pulling you closer to him. He grabs your jaw, thumb smoothing over your cheekbone as he looks between your eyes and lips. “You think I didn’t already know that, sweetheart?”

“S-Shut up.” you stutter, barely able to look at him. He forces you to, though. Piercing blue eyes stare into yours as he silently waits for an acknowledgement of what he’s about to do. And you offer it, leaning closer to him before he meets you halfway. His lips press against yours, and you feel him smile when he hears a moan accidentally leave you.

He moves you so that you’re flat against his mattress with your head in the pillows, caging you below him. You wrap your arms around him as he lowers himself to kiss you again, you moan as he pushes your legs apart so that he can hump his growing bulge against your sleep shorts.

“Satoru… touch me, please.” you beg, mewling as he bites your lower lip as he pulls away. You allow him better access to your body as he kisses your neck, sucking deeply against it to sign his name in pretty blue blooms.

“Wanna do somethin’ else, tonight.” he tells you. Your eyes open a little further as you look down at him. He grabs your vest, helping you remove it to expose your tits to him. “I wanna feel good, too.” he explains, cupping your breasts and suctioning his lips around one of your nipples.

You freeze as he speaks, but you can’t wriggle away from him.

“’m not ready to go all the way, nii-chan…” you whisper. He shushes you, quickly swirling his tongue around your other nipple before relinquishing it with an obscene pop.

“I know you aren’t, don’t worry.” he stands on his knees, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your shorts. You help move your body as he slowly peels them off you, a sodden patch in the seat of your shorts makes him smile. And it becomes more devilish as he sees the culprit at the apex of your thighs. “You’re drenched, such a good girl for nii-chan.”

“Fuck… stop it. S’embarrassing.” you tell him.

“No.” he responds, pushing your legs further apart to admire the way your tiny virgin hole clenches around nothing. You could barely take his fingers, he can’t imagine what you’d be like if he slipped you his length. “Can I take a picture? Look so pretty, baby. Don’t wanna forget it.” he asks you.

“U-Um…” you struggle. He looks at you with an intensity you’ve never felt before. And despite your better judgement arguing not to do this. You nod. For him, you can’t help it. You nod dumbly and proudly. He thinks you’re pretty. Of course you’ll let him take a photo.

It doesn’t really matter, anyway, when he’s taking snaps of your body rather than your face. You hear a vocal sound leave him that’s not quite a moan, almost a desperate grunt and he frees his cock from his sweats and begins to touch himself. His phone still in his hand as he jerks himself off over your body.

You’re none the wiser when he scrolls along his camera app and selects the video function, pressing the big red button as he focuses the camera on your pussy as he slaps his cock head on your swollen clit.

“Promise I won’t put it in, baby…” he assures you. “Gonna let me feel good with you, though, yeah?” he asks, the tacky sound of your pussy coating his tip is the loudest sound in the room, even with the TV playing in the background.

“Yeah… please. Wanna cum f’you…” you plead, jolting as he slaps his cock down on your pussy, sandwiching his cock between your folds. He slowly begins to rocks his hips, his pretty cockhead cautiously catching on your clit with each roll. You silence yourself, covering your mouth with your hand as lazy strokes become overwhelming.

“Baby… will you let me take a video of you?” he says, it’s low and guttural, somewhat out of character for your elder brother. It’s almost as if he’s losing his senses as he kisses your clit with his cock. “Won’t show anyone… promise.”

“S-Satoru… I— I dunno…” you whisper, whimpering a little as he grabs his cock and smacks it against your folds. He raises the camera, and you can’t help but look directly in the lens. “Is that on?” you ask meekly. He nods, smirking.

“Don’t make me turn it off, pretty girl. You look so good f’me, y’know? Wanna remember it forever.” he tells you. He watches as you swallow thickly, knowing what’s happening between you is becoming actual evidence. You nod, though. You want to keep being his pretty girl.

“O-Okay, Satoru…”

“No, want the camera to know who’s dick is gonna make you cum. Go ahead, look at the camera ‘n say it, baby.”

“Satoru…” you say again, but he shakes his head. Your eyes roll back as he delivers a particularly harsh thrust between your lips, rubbing so perfectly on your sensitive pearl that you squeak pathetically. “Nii-chan! Nii-chan is gonna make me— cum…”

“Goooood girl, that’s right…” he grins, lowering the camera to capture what is happening to make you sound so pitiful for him. “Nii-chan’s gonna make your pretty pussy feel good.”

Soon enough, you’re stifling yourself once again as he picks up the pace. The sticky sounds emiting from between your legs has your body heat rising. Your shimmering skin isn’t lost to the camera as you break out in a sweat. Whether it’s shame, embarrassment, arousal, or a deadly concoction of each, it doesn’t matter. The cool flickering light from the TV behind Satoru captures it all perfectly.

“You’re so shy baby, makes you even cuter.” he tells you. “You’re shakin’… gonna cum f’me?”

You nod, again, still too terrified to risk removing your hand from your mouth for fear of alerting your parents to the twisted tryst taking place in your big brother’s room.

“Love this little pussy, gonna let me fuck you one day, yeah?” he asks, but doesn’t expect an answer. He will. He’s determined. The thought of being the first to corrupt your tiny virgin slot is driving him wild. It’s evident in the way he’s bucking his hips, barely even aware to the way you’re pussy begins to clench and your toes curl.

You moan, boisterously, into your hand. And it’s the only thing that coaxes him out of his train of thought. But it’s too late to think clearly. He’s already sputtering pretty globs of cum as white as his hair on your clit and tummy. Your pussy lips decorated so sweetly in your big brother’s love as he moans and drops down from his high.

It was short, but sweet.

He’d be embarrassed if he thought you had something to compare it to.

It’s your own fault he didn’t last longer, you came first. And your pussy is made for him. He’s sure of that, now. He’s especially sure when he lowers the camera to perfectly capture your twitching hole and messy folds. Before raising it again to record your face. Hard evidence for Suguru, he needs to make sure he knows he wasn’t lying.

“Nii-chan… please.” you pout. “Promise you won’t show anyone else? S’embarrassing…”

“Awe, you think I’d do that to you?” he smirks, leaning down to kiss you. “C’mon. Who’d I even show?”

“I dunno…”

“I promise, baby. It’s our little secret.”

© 2024 rinhaler

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hey can I ask for a smutish fluffish matt smith fic where where they are filming their sex scene but she accidentally says Matt instead of Daemon and the directors like “not again 😒 start from the top”

I'm Into It

Matt Smith x Actress!Reader (lowkey Daemon x Reader lol)

Summary: You were finally getting to live out your fantasies of having Matt around you in that pretty blonde wig, but at what cost?

Word Count: >600

Warnings: fem!reader, established relationship, they be filming a sex scene for hotd, crackfic, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: Lol this was so much fun to write it's so meta i love it. I hope you like it nonnie <3 and since technically this is daemon related imma tag yallz @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony also im tagging @pearlstiare since this lovely dear seemed to enjoy my matt smith fic lol hehe i made another matt fic lol "Dark Kiss"

I was pressed against the wall, a blade to my neck, an arm pressed by my ribcage, pushing me flush against the wall.

I heaved, "do it," I spoke as the blade was pressed closer to my chin, "slit my throat," I chortled, "and then you'll realize just how foolish that decision was after you've spilt my blood."

"Demented hag," Daemon quips, pressing his arm deeper into me.

I lean into him, the blade on my neck presses deeper. I brush my nose against his, "hush, prince," I lick his lips, "we both know you don't think that."

Daemon throws his blade to the side and flips me over, pressing my chest and face roughly against the wall, one arm pushed behind my back. He breathes jaggedly against my neck, "tell me where you hid it."

"Make me," I huff, "you know how," I chuckle, "you know what I want from you."

I wince when he shoves me. I break into another chuckle, "I'll take it however you want to give it, pretty boy."

"Last chance," he warns, "while I'm being nice."

I hum, "I don't want you to be nice. I want you to ruin me."

I smile when he does not reply. I strain my neck trying to look back at him, "dragon lost his fire?"

All at once, I am released and turn back to deviously eye the prince. I bite my lip when he begins to undo his breeches, "you will regret it if you do not obey me."

My heart jumps to my throat at his words. I fall against the wall as he steps forward. I reach out to him as he bunches my skirt up.

I lean against his forehead and sigh when he places his hands on my hips. I raise my leg up to his side and pull him with me as I shift back. I steal a kiss from him and nip at his lower lip when he evades me. When he takes his hand underneath my thigh, I instinctively call out his name.

That was my mistake.

Instead of calling Daemon, I say Matt.

Matt pulls his head back upon hearing his name. He breaks into an airy chuckle, "baby," he coos, leaning into me, hiding his face in the crook of my neck, pecking the area quickly.

My eyes go wide and I slap my hand on my mouth, looking out to the director and the rest of the crew when I realize my mistake.

Matt pulls away from me, laughing, releasing his hold on my leg to look past the camera. He turns back to me, as I profusely begin to apologize under my breath. He is in a fit of giggles when he seals me into a tight embrace, kissing my shoulder affectionately.

"I am so sorry," I mutter in a guilty tone as I am lifted off my feet by the laughing Matt.

"I'm not," he says, looking out to the camera. He points, "you caught that, right?" He giggles, "I'm going to need a copy of all of these outtakes."

I feel blood rise up my neck, "Matthew, please."

"What?" he turns to me, "my male ego is thriving, lovie. What is this, the tenth time?"

"No!" I call, "... I think only five."

There is a chorus of laughs; someone corrects me by saying it's the seventh.

Matt kisses me cheek, "I'm proud of you, babe."

"Matt, please," the director calls, "stop being distracting."

The entire set breaks into a fit of laughs. I burn with embarrassment, wanting nothing but to be swallowed by the ground, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry," I turn to Matt and grab his face, "Daemon. Daemon. Daemon."

Matt grins, "Matt. Matt. Matt."

"Stop!" I warn, pulling away from him as I repeat my mantra, "Daemon, Daemon, Daemon."

"Rouge Prince. Dashingly handsome," Matt rubs his nose. He looks at the director, "from the top then?" He chuckles under his breath, "that's what she said."

"Stop!" I whine.

"Oh, alright," he smirks, turning to me, "do me a favor and mess up again. For me?"

"Stop!" I call out the same time as the director.

lol you wanna read another matt smith fic?

[sinsofsummers]

insatiable

1.3k | marc spector x f!reader

summary: you can never get enough of marc. and marc? he's not complaining. warnings: literally nothing but smut (duh), oral (m receiving), fingering, marc being a little shit, whimpering, begging, masturbation (f), throat-fucking, etc.

Giving Marc head during the worst possible times of his day is your version of fun.

There's nothing quite like the look of unbridled desire that blooms in his eyes every time he sees you sink to your knees in front of him, a pleading smile on your lips..

"Please, baby, I'm busy," he'll always say, as if to protest. But you know he just says it for show; he'll never stop thanking his lucky stars for how desperately insatiable you can be.

Because when your throat feels empty, it feels hollow, and the only thing that can make you return to yourself is his thick, veiny cock stuffed down your throat until your nose brushes the coarse patch of hair at the base.

If he's about to fall asleep? No better bedtime story than the sound of you gagging on the swollen head of his cock touching the back of your throat, your hands splayed on his thighs for balance.

He's on the phone? You'll kneel before him like a zealot bends to pray, and you'll take him into your mouth without a word, hardly even a look into his eyes, while he stifles his moans.

He comes home from another hard day as Moon Knight? You're there for him, ready to pull him down to the bed and let him lose his worries with your mouth around him.

And now? He's just gotten out of the shower, towel draped sinfully low on his hips, his chest a canvas of scars and muscles and droplets of water that still run down the rivets of his stomach.

You've been trying to distract yourself with...well, anything, but that's been awfully hard considering your favorite man is in much need of a relaxing shower. You'd almost gone in with him, but had refrained when you saw the hard look in his eye.

You could be his treat after the shower. Besides, you'd convinced yourself, he needed those quiet moments to come back to himself from a long day.

Of course, the temptation had been so strong that you'd had to resort to sinking your hand into your shorts to keep yourself from interrupting his alone time.

"Look at you," he muses when he steps out of the bathroom, leaning down to drop a kiss on your head. "Keeping yourself busy, I see?"

Your eyes open at the sound of his voice, and you can feel the droplets of water from his hair land on your arm. It cools your hot skin, and your fingers stop circling your clit. "Couldn't help myself," you shrug with a smirk, "what else am I s'posed to do when I know you're just a few feet away, looking as good as you do?"

His smirk remains on his face, but you swear you can see it grow wider when he flits his eyes down to where your hand has disappeared under the soft material of your lounge shorts. "You want something, sweetheart?" he teases, and your face burns.

"Only you," you reply, your voice thick. Pulling your hand from your shorts, you hold out your shining fingers to his mouth, tapping them against his bottom lip before placing them over your tongue, gently sucking your sweet juices from your own fingertips.

"C'mere," you coo. "Wanna taste you, Marc."

It doesn't take much more than that to get him to drop his towel, laying back on the bed with his feet dangling off the edge, just enough to reach the floor. His cock is already half-mast, a delicious challenge for you to conquer. Before you put your mouth over his tip, he reaches out to tug at your waistband. "Lemme see that pretty pussy, baby," he says, his voice always a quiet command. "I wanna hear you play with yourself while you suck my cock."

You bite your lip with a grin and obey. You usually allow him these little requests; it makes him feel like he's in control for the few minutes before you've got him writhing and whimpering beneath you.

With one hand on your clit, rubbing rhythmic circles on your bundle of nerves, breathy moans dropping from your lips, you lift your eyes to his and open your mouth, taking him softly.

At first. You like to watch his lips quiver as he tries to hold in the desperate moans. No matter how many times you find yourself in this position, Marc's moans remain loud and plentiful, turning into an unforgettable chorus of whines when you inevitably take him down to the base of his cock.

"Fuck," he curses under his breath, throwing his arm over his face. "You know just how to make me feel better, honey. That's it, fuck—"

His voice catches when you moan around him, the vibrations stiffening his cock in an instant. Your throat is deliciously full, and you hollow your cheeks for a moment, sucking hard and fast to watch him crumble to pieces.

Now you've got him where you want him.

"Do I make you feel good, Marc?" you ask sweetly when you lift your mouth from him for a moment's reprieve.

It's all he can do to nod, a whine squeezing its way from his throat. "Always so good, doll," he heaves, his hips straining up from the bed. "I wanna—please—"

You dip your tongue down and swirl it gently around his tip, lapping up the precum with an appreciative moan. "Ask nicely, baby," you tease him, your hand curling around his length and delivering a courteous, languid stroke.

His hips stutter. "More, please," he breathes. "Wanna fuck your throat. Please."

For a moment, you pause to look at him. He looks absolutely wrecked. You've never gotten him this desperate so quickly. "And you say I'm insatiable," you murmur. "Come on, Marc. Fuck my throat. Play with me how you want."

His hands come down to the back of your head with almost no warning but a, "thank fuck," and then your eyes are squeezing shut as he plants his feet to the ground, bucking his hips faster and harder into your mouth, watching your hair fall into your eyes.

"That's it, baby," he mutters, and you relish in the deep gravelly tone that his voice takes. "Want me to come down this pretty throat?"

You can't even reply; his hips don't stop until his groans grow louder, and longer, and his hands grip your hair in tight fists, nearly pulling it out from the roots. "Such a good girl, taking my cock so well," he hums. "Gonna come, baby, gonna—"

He loses all coherence when he comes, and it's music to your ears as his hips stutter once more before falling back to the bed, his hands still pulling you to the base of his cock as he pulses, painting the walls of your throat with his release.

When he loosens his grip, you lift your head and swallow, swiping a finger under your lip to catch any drops that might have fallen. Nothing but a smug chuckle passes your lips.

"What?" he asks, his chest heaving and lined in a sheen of sweat.

Your hand returns to your core, having removed it when he was fucking your throat. "Nothing," you say, feigning innocence. "It's just..."

His lips curl up. "Lemme take care of you, baby," he says with a hand reaching for you. Despite his fatigue, his arms are strong as he pulls you up on the bed. "Wanna return the favor," he murmurs, and his hands find your hips, pulling you to straddle his chest.

"Yeah?" you tease, and you can't help but wonder how fucked out the both of you look. No doubt your hair is knotted beyond belief, and with the way he's tugging you closer to his face, making your sopping core hover over his mouth, you're sure it'll be quite a bit longer before the two of you can clean up.

He nods feverishly with a devil's smirk and looks down at your clit, just inches from his nose. "How else would I say thank you?"

[beamiesbuddies]

Part 2: A Dream of an Autumn Garden

A few more photos of Mr. Morpheus, continuing from my post here!

As I said on the other photoset, I'm very happy & proud of him! I'm happy I decided to take my time to get him just how I wanted & edit the photos I took nicely. I hope you all love him too. Sweet dreams~

I have included a bunch of Cool Facts about how I made him under the cut if you are so inclined!

Started: Late Jan 2022 / Finished: Dec 30 2022

Approx work hours- 273 hours (worked on average every 3rd day out of 274 days; averaged 3h/session)

Times I remade something because I messed it up/wasn't happy with it: Hands- 2; Feet- 2; Head- 2.5; Body- 1; Clothes: 3

Pattern: trial, error & determination

Height: 3ft tall

Materials:

stretch jersey knit (body)

polyfill (stuffing)

brushed out acrylic yarn (hair)

star sapphire x2 (eyes)

pipe cleaner (hand armature)

wooden dowels/18 gauge wire (elbow/arm skeleton that keeps snapping I may add)

acrylic paint/pastels (shading & details)

acrylic thread (body sculpting & upper eyelashes)

stretch velvet/velvet burnout, cotton (clothes)

Fun facts:

his look was inspired by his overall appearance in the comics; I particularily like the depictions done by Jill Thompson, Mike Dringenberg & Marc Hempel!

his arms and legs are jointed in the same way as many teddy bears are: you use a washer, nut & bolt to butt-up the limb against the body internally and it gives the limbs full rotation. First time I have tried the method and it's definitely something I'll try again!

I had no idea how I was going to do the inset eyes, but I was determined to have them as some sort of stone. I had to redo his first head completely because I cut too far in! Eventually I got it to work by creating a "backcushion" with clay for the stones, and then closed and sculpted the eyelids overtop to secure them in.

You can't see in most of my photos but his eyes are star sapphire: when light hits them correctly, it causes a ✨to appear just like his eyes in the comics~!

making his hand & feet were a challenge, especially thinking about where to put the needle through to sculpt tendons, nails, etc (and also deciding how detailed to get without looking strange). I think I learned a lot tho and I'm very proud of the hands

my favorite sculpted parts are the collar bone/chest, the right hand & the nose~

because the skin is white, he gets very dirty with his black clothes, so I had to line all of them in white. He also has to soak in bleach once in a while to maintain his complexion (LOL)

A signature somehwere on his person xD

Thank you all again for your nice tags & comments so far on my work. If you guys would like for me to share some behind the scenes photos of this photoshoot, or WIP photos of me making him, let me know and if there's enough interest maybe I'll make a post down the road!

[upsidedownwithsteve]

HELL YEAH BABY 🌤️

my request is grumpy!reader not liking summer because it's so hot, everybody is sweaty, bad sunburns, and thigh chafing from being forced out of wearing jeans due to the heat. maybe she overheats easily and can get irritated/snappy and starts to feel sick when she gets too hot

and, of course, sunshine!Steve (who is summer incarnate) doing everything to change her mind: taking care of her to try to help with the things she doesn't like, showing her fun things to do that make her comfortable, doing everything he can to make her at least a little bit happy that it's bright and sunny and warm, etc.

love you emmy you're so talented and your brain is so big and sexy ok bye

myo! summer steve for u 🧡

“Y’know, you’ll feel better if you get in.”

Steve was in the pool - his pool - the back yard quiet for once, empty of kids who liked to raid the freezer for popsicles and argue over the one sun lounger that didn’t have the dodgy wheel.

Your boyfriend was in the water, had been all morning, hair damp, skin slick, shoulders tanned and nose freckling. Steve was slumped over the pool edge, the sun making the ripples reflect off of his face, honey coloured eyes and last nights stubble. His lips were shiny, chlorine flavoured, chest smelling like sunscreen and the perfume you’d left on his bedsheets.

“I don’t wanna,” you lied. You were perched in the shade, lingering in the gloom of the patio awning with a frown on your face that was barely concealed by the sunglasses you’d stolen from the boy. “It’s too hot.”

You were borderline miserable and happy to wallow in it, the Indiana sun making your skin prickle under its heat, too hot for jeans, too uncomfortably sticky for anything that made your thighs touch. You sighed, mournful.

“Baby,” Steve was soft with the way he said it, a placating thing that you knew too well. If you looked over at him, you knew you’d find him pouting. He was. “The water’ll help cool you down, c’mon.” He extended a hand, dripping dots onto the tiles that dried too quick.

“There’s no shade in the pool,” you argued feebly, but you were up and walking towards him anyway, scowling when the patio had the audacity to burn your bare feet. “M’gonna die.”

Steve tutted, staving off a grin. “Dramatic,” he muttered, eyes on you as you played with the tie on your dress, staring at the blue water in consideration. “I won’t let you die, promise.”

You were still frowning.

Steve tried again, “c’mon, honey. I’m getting real lonely here. Come play.”

Maybe it was his words, maybe it was the way his biceps flexed when he lifted a hand to push back his hair, ropes of muscle down his forearms. Maybe it was just because the sun was so fucking hot.

You pulled off your dress, cotton catching on your damp skin, uncaring where it landed. Bikini already underneath, peach coloured and almost too small to be appropriate, you made your way to the stairs. Steve grinned, triumphant, treading water as he watched you walk around the pool edge. A low whistle, flirtatious enough that it made you warmer still.

“There she is,” he called out, salacious in his tone. He made his way towards you, meeting you by the steps, hands held out for you to wade into. “Can’t believe you were gonna try n’ hide all that from me. Traitor.”

The pool water was cool on your skin even if Steve was warm. Slick body, rough hands, hard muscle, soft skin; you let him manhandle you until you were wrapped around him, allowing him to carry you through the water without complaint.

“Shut up,” you mumbled, face buried in the crook of his neck, embarrassed by his flirting, even after all those years.

You weren’t frowning anymore.

[rottiens]

What are our features that Kento, Satoru, Geto, Toji and Sukuna are obsessed with, in your opinion? (like hair, eyes, tiddies, etc.)

Disclaimer: Only physical characteristics and my personal opinion; this has no specific body type or hair in mind. Regardless of your physique, I wholeheartedly think your favorite character would love you easily, I have no doubt about that. CW: mentions of marks, bites, implication of size differences, feet.

I think Toji and Sukuna are the kind of boyfriends who are obsessed with your thighs. It makes them feel a little warm when they go out with you and you wear some outfit that highlights your thighs. They have this need to put their fingers on them whenever they can, and they're obsessed with admiring you when you're sitting down and your skirt hikes up a bit. Also, Toji loves your lips: biting them, playing with them with his fingers. He says you have the softest lips and your kisses are like those of an angel. His knees buckle when he thinks of your tongue running along his.

Sukuna is also the kind of boyfriend who loves your skin. I don't want to sound creepy, but I feel like Sukuna sees it as a canvas he can fill with kisses, little bites and marks. When you get out of the shower or after exfoliating your body, he loves to sink his nose into your neck or brush your forearms, back, etc., with the tip of his nose and feel your skin.

Suguru is a man who, while I have no doubt he loves thighs too, is a guy who loves your ass. No need to elaborate further on that. That's a yes. I should mention that he loves to see you smile; whenever you do, he immediately puts a smile on his face. Also, (no favoritism noted here lskd) he loves your hair and enjoys helping you wash and take care of it.

Satoru loves your hands. He likes to compare them to his own, intertwine his fingers with yours whenever he gets the chance, and if you're shorter than him, he makes fun of your height, but finds it adorable when you lean in so you can kiss him better. He also has a soft spot for your chest; he can't help slipping his hands under your shirt whenever you're cuddling and cradling them, without it having to be sexual.

Just like Suguru, I think Nanami really likes your hair. He loves it when you teach him how to take care of it, help you wash it and stroke your head while he holds you close and feels you falling asleep on his chest. It may sound controversial, but I'd rather die telling the truth: he likes your feet and secretly loves it when you wear painted nails. It's not my fault God chose me to tell the truth, but he's also fascinated by your back and how it looks from behind when he's [static sounds]

[b0r3dtod3ath]

Jealous! Andrey who sees his gf laughing and getting along with famously outgoing players on tour like tommy, grigor, ben shelton etc and thinks he’s too shy for her etc or something along the lines of that

an: i changed it up a bit, i hope you like it!

cw: make out, curse word

Being in a relationship with a person who’s also a tennis player has advantages as well as some downsides. Sure, you traveled, practiced and prepared together but the atmosphere of a competition was noticeable. You two weren’t competing against each other but the feeling of your significant other talking to a person you have to beat in a tennis match isn’t the best.

This tournament you were assigned doubles with Ben. You have spoken a few times before but nothing more. As Andrey didn’t play doubles that time, you had to get a different partner. Nonetheless, you were still happy with the result, Andrey not so much. It’s not like he didn’t trust you, he just didn’t trust Ben. You were in the middle of a practice when you got the news. "Honey, guess what? I'm playing doubles with Ben! Isn't that amazing?" Andrey's fingers clenched around his racket, a sudden surge of jealousy flooding his mind. He forced a smile, but inside, a storm brewed. “That’s great. I'm sure you two will make a fantastic team”. He felt a hit of insecurity. Ben was everything he wasn't - outgoing, confident, and effortlessly charming. Andrey, on the other hand, often struggled with his shyness and self-doubt, especially in social situations. And you knew it. You were always the person to ease his mind, to help him overcome his anxieties. He had completely opened up to you, shared all his worries and emotions. 

Soon you continued the practice. It was time for Andrey to do a few serves. As he hit the ball a ‘bwoah” escaped his mouth. Struggling you returned, slightly losing your balance. “That was a bit too fast, don’t you think?” you said with an alarming voice “You nearly took my head off”. Andrey’s brows furrowed as he mumbled a quiet “Sorry” under his nose. But as he lined up for his next serve, his frustration bubbled to the surface once more. With a grunt of effort, Andrey unleashed another powerful serve, this time aiming it directly at your feet. You leaped out of the way just in time. "Andrey, what are you doing?" you exclaimed, your eyes wide with concern as you retrieved the ball once more. "You're being way too aggressive!". You rarely called him by his name. His temper flared at your words, his frustration boiling over into anger. "I'm just trying to get it right!” he snapped, his voice laced with irritation. "If you can't handle it, maybe you should go somewhere else!". Your eyes widened in shock. He was never harsh towards you. “Andrey, I’m trying to help, you know? But if you are going to behave like that for no reason then yeah, maybe I will go somewhere else. I’m not your fucking employee, get somebody else to get your frustrations on”. You said as you gathered your things. You looked at him once before exiting the court, he didn’t say anything, he didn’t even look at you. 

He sat at the bench alone for some time. He felt his thoughts eating his brain. Doubt clouded his mind, what if Ben's charm wins you over? What if you realized you preferred someone like him - someone more extroverted, social and fun? With a weary sigh, Andrey gathered his things and made his way back to the hotel you were staying at. When he arrived, he found you sitting on the balcony, your eyes as if made of glass. You looked up as he approached, yet there was no emotion was visible on your face. “I’m sorry” he said with regret “I didn’t mean it”. You studied his face for a moment before speaking up “I know, I forgive you. But we have talked about it. You shouldn’t bottle your emotions. Remember, you can always talk to me. And if you don’t want to talk to me you can talk to someone else, we are happy to help you. I’m not angry, I’m just a bit disappointed. But it’s alright.”

As days went by and you started training with Ben more you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong with Andrey. You tried to spend some extra time with him, even more than usual during the tournaments, but as you two focused on your own matches it was hard. One evening, as Andrey sat alone in the players' lounge, Ben approached him with a friendly smile. "Hey, Andrey! How's it going?" Andrey forced a polite smile, though his discomfort was evident. "Hey, Ben. Just... trying to stay focused on my matches." Ben nodded understandingly, sensing Andrey's unease. "I get it, man. Tournaments can be stressful. But hey, don't worry about y/n and me. We're just having fun out there." Andrey's jaw tightened at Ben's words, his jealousy flaring once more. He didn’t know if he was going to punch him first or vomit. "Yeah, well, some of us have more fun than others," he muttered under his breath, unable to hide the bitterness in his tone. Ben's brow furrowed in confusion, but before he could respond, Andrey excused himself, trying to find you. 

Although you didn’t complain, you were surprised at how touchy he was once he found you. Yes, he usually was quite cuddly and clingy, in a good way of course, but he definitely wasn’t a big “makeouts” guy. Once you two were alone in a hotel room he kissed you. His kisses were hard, needy - almost desperate. The room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and wet lips. His hands rested on your waist as you gave in. You played with his long hair, you loved it that way. Before you could even register, his lips moved from your lips to your jaw, stopping at your favorite spot. You thought your legs were going to give up as he took care of your neck. He quickly switched from soft kisses to intentionally sucking on your skin. The intensity and sensuality of pleasure mixed with pain created a wonderful experience. It didn’t last long as he detached himself from you, leaving you with a confused look on your face. "Did... did you just bite me?" you saw the way his face was becoming red and he avoided your gaze “Now you're quiet, great”. 

Later that evening as you were applying your skincare you noticed the way your neck looked. “You must be kidding me..” you whispered as your fingertips ghosted over the bruises. “Andrey! You bastard! Come here!” The echo from the bathroom made your voice two times louder. You looked at him in the mirror as he made his way to you, looking like a lost puppy. “Are you going to explain yourself?”.

Your own makeup didn’t help a lot so the purple marks were still evident. Ben made fun of you because of it during practice, but when he saw he hit a sensitive spot he stopped. Before playing a match, your friend helped you cover it up. Nonetheless, it still left a mark on your ego, you wanted to be seen as a tennis player and not just as a lover of Andrey. He has apologized numerous times for his boyish behavior, you weren’t mad at him but the whole situation was getting more and more frustrating. 

Despite your best efforts and great chemistry with Ben you two lost just before the final. Your shoulders slumped as you walked off the court, disappointment visible across your face. Andrey couldn’t help but cringe when your teammate tightly hugged you. He felt like it should have been him in that spot, cheering you up immediately after a loss.

Later that evening, back at the hotel, you and Andrey found yourself alone in your room, the weight of the day's events hanging heavily between you, no words spoken. Andrey couldn't bear the tension any longer, his heart heavy as a result of his earlier behavior. With a deep breath, he looked at you, his voice hesitant but sincere, his face tired. “Look at me, please”. Your eyes met his glossy ones. His posture was slumped as he was sitting at the edge of the bed. “I want to apologize for my behavior. I acted like a stupid teenager. I was jealous of you and Ben, I was insecure. It wasn’t fair to you. I’m sorry and I promise I will be better to you. I feel awful with what I did to you”. You walked up to him and stood between his legs. He immediately wrapped his hands around your thighs, and rested his head on your lower belly. Your fingers played with his hair, giving his head a gentle massage as you spoke. “I’m sorry too, I should have noticed and I should have asked how you are feeling.” “No, no. It’s my fault. I was disrespectful. I have to work on my insecurities”. 

May 16, 2024

[somber-sapphic]

Hi!! Long time lurker here. I love your stuff, it’s just so warm and comforting!! Was wondering if you could maybe do a fic about someone getting sick and being a bit over dramatic about it, and her caretaker isn’t taking her seriously, is being sarcastic, is poking fun at them, etc… until she actually takes her temperature and realize she has way more than a little cold. I’m not picky about the characters, so please do whoever you feel is best suited if you choose to do this prompt!! -💕

Dead On Your Feet

〖Notes: It's wonderful to hear from you! I chose Natasha as our caretaker, I hope you love it ♡ 〗

〖Summary: Maybe if you had been less dramatic she would've believed you.〗

〖Word Count: 1450 〗

〖Pairing: natasha x reader〗

☾Masterlists☽

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“I’m dying.” You announced, dropping your chin onto Natasha’s shoulder. She rolled her eyes in the mirror and smirked, giving you a look that clearly said that she didn’t believe you. 

“I’m sure you are my dear. What kind of flowers would you like at your funeral?” She joked, applying sunscreen to her pale cheeks. The woman could go outside on a cloudy day and come back in with a raging sunburn. Her skincare routine always included sunscreen, even on days when she would only be outside for a few minutes. 

“Natty, I’m serious, I really don’t feel good.” You pouted, sniffling pathetically. She just sighed and turned, smearing a bit of sunscreen on your nose. You scrunched up your face in protest and pawed at your reddening nose. 

“You can’t get out of a run that easily. Go get changed, we’re leaving in ten.” Damnit. The run. She had been pestering you to go on a run with her for weeks now and you had finally agreed just to get her off of your back. 

The only time you ran was when you were forced into it by Cap or Tony for ‘team bonding’. How a bunch of sweaty superheroes torturing their bodies counted as ‘bonding’ you had no idea. 

Of course, she didn’t believe you, she thought that you were just trying to get out of what would probably end up being a five-mile run. With a quiet sigh and a rough cough, you went back into the bedroom and pulled out leggings and a T-shirt, mentally preparing yourself for something that you really didn't want to do. 

You trudged outside where you found Nat waiting for you by the trails, stretching the muscles in her legs in preparation. She was bouncing on the balls of her feet, a wide grin on her face. Her expression melted your heart and made you feel slightly guilty. 

All that you wanted to do was make this woman happy and on any other day you would’ve felt even a little bit excited to do this with her upon seeing her so full of joy. Today though you were breathing hard after the short walk, your lungs ordering you to sit the hell down and take some medicine. 

Your head had begun to swim, the beginnings of a fever making itself known. What had started as mild congestion had turned into a constantly runny nose that no amount of sniffling helped to clear. You sniffled nonetheless, unwilling to just let it drip. 

“Ready to do this?” She asked, reaching over to squeeze your hand. You squeezed back, but you weren’t sure what to say. You were definitely not ready to do this, but refusing seemed sort of mean. 

You opened your mouth to respond, but what came out was a fit of chest-rattling coughs that bent you at the waist. The assassin rested a hand on your back while you coughed, but she didn’t seem to think that the fit was a huge deal. 

“Wow, you’re really milking it, huh?” She grumbled once you’d straightened up, one eyebrow raised in mild annoyance. You felt your cheeks flush, but you were beginning to get frustrated. 

“I'm not milking anything, could we just get this over with?” You growled in return, your voice husky and weak. Natasha said something under her breath in Russian and turned away to start running down the trail. You huffed and followed her, breaking into a slow jog. 

Keeping up with her proved absolutely impossible. Even on a good day, she was fast and you were decidedly not. That fact was made worse by what was definitely a developing fever and the congestion filling your sinuses. There was no breathing through your nose anymore, just harsh wheezing through your mouth, each breath grating against your raw throat. 

The two of you had been running for about ten minutes before you had to stop, your body crying out as it begged you to rest. You slowed to a walk and stumbled into a tree, beginning to cough heavily into your elbow. 

It wasn’t the kind of cough that one got with a tickle in their throat, no it was harsh, wet, and completely exhausting. It shook your bones and made your head spin. You took a gasping breath, your lungs finally relaxing. 

Natasha was standing a few feet ahead, her posture tense and her bright emerald eyes were full of concern. She took a few hesitant steps toward you, but you waved her off, still annoyed with her lack of care earlier. 

“I told you I didn’t feel well.” You snarked your voice barely a rasp. She looked a bit butthurt at that comment but didn’t let that get the best of her. Without a word the assassin stalked over to you and pressed the palm of her hand against your forehead, her eyes widening at whatever she felt there. 

“Holy shit.” She breathed, her expression melting into one of pure worry. She cupped your cheeks between calloused hands and brushed away a tear that had escaped your eye during the coughing fit. 

You wanted to make another snarky comment but the telltale prickle in your sinuses force you to turn away so that you could sneeze (three fucking times) into your elbow. When you looked back up your eyes were full of even more tears and your nose was running. There wasn’t a dry spot left on your sleeve and your nose was still drippy after wiping it. 

Natasha stuffed a hand into her pocket and produced a napkin. You went to take it from her but she proceeded to clean you up, muttering under her breath about how stupid she was. When she pulled away she stuffed the gross napkin back into her pocket, offering you a gentle smile. 

“I’m so sorry Y/n. I should’ve listened to you. I shouldn’t have dragged you out here today.” She apologized, her voice riddled with guilt. You sniffled tiredly and shrugged, too tired to care anymore. All you wanted was to go home, but the idea of making your way back home made you feel even worse. 

“Should’ve just ignored you and gone back to sleep.” She chuckled quietly and kissed your warm forehead, grimacing slightly at the heat radiating from you. She was absolutely horrified with herself for not listening to you and was sure that later she would be beating herself up instead of sleeping, but for now, she needed to help you. 

“Can I carry you?” Wait, was she being serious? Did she want to carry you? You had no doubt that she could do it, but you were surprised that it was being offered. The shock on your face must’ve been evident because she had that look on her face that said you were gaping at her like an idiot.

“You look dead on your feet, let me give you a piggyback. I won’t tell anyone.” The redhead teased gently, bringing her typical humor to what could be considered a heavy situation. You sniffled and rubbed your bleary eyes, muffling another quiet cough into your shoulder.

“Whatever you want. I can walk.” Natasha spun around and you clambered up onto her back, feeling a bit childish and silly. Then you realized that you just didn’t have the energy to care. You wrapped your arms around her neck and put your head down on her shoulder, your eyes slipping closed almost immediately. 

When you emerged from your dream of floating in the ocean, staring at a sky full of stars, you were no longer on Natasha’s back, instead, you were laying in a soft bed, wearing totally different clothes, and there was a cool cloth resting against your forehead. 

Natasha lay beside you, her fingers tangled up in your hair as she very gently pulled her nails against your scalp in a way that always soothed you to sleep. A smile slid onto your lips and you shifted slightly, turning so that you could get closer to your beautiful girlfriend. 

“You awake?” She murmured, keeping her voice low just in case you were still sleeping. 

“Nope.” You replied, muffling a cough into the blanket. Natasha hummed and readjusted the cloth on your forehead, smiling as you sighed in pleasure. It was cool and it felt so, so nice.

“Alright, baby. When you wake up we’ll get you something to eat.” You made an incoherent sound in response, but she decided to assume that it meant okay. She would be right of course, you would do anything for the woman who you loved and you knew that she would do anything for you. Overall, dying wasn’t so bad. 

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[sunlightmurdock]

for thots night

i feel like older bf bradley would be rlly big on doing things u like - like seeing ur fav singer together, watching what kind of movies u like, etc. his love language is quality time/physical touch & u wanna reciprocate that so u decided to go golfing w/ him one morning & u quickly learned why u guys always do things u like (i feel like bradley is fun & all but his taste in hobbies & food & stuff is just bland/vanilla) but he looks so happy so u hold in ur boredom 😭

stop 🥹😭 you know he would try so hard to be interested in the things you’re interested in. From music and tv shows to your career and hobbies — he can name your least favourite coworker just as easily as he can name your favourite song. He knows you like the back of his hand.

And it’s not effortless either. He got it wrong — a lot in the beginning — but he never stopped trying. It took him three months to learn what your hobby involves, but he would always listen to you talk about it anyway. There are times he doesn’t understand. Times he’s had a long day himself. Times he really just doesn’t want to watch that movie. But you do, so he always will.

So, finally, you force yourself along to one of his hobbies. He’s thrilled to have you joining him for Saturday morning golf, beaming the entire drive there and telling you that you’re going to be a natural at it.

You’re not so convinced. When he sits at home and watches golf, you’ve never been particularly interested. But — he has promised to let you drive the cart. You’re trying not to kick your feet as you both head to the first hole. It’s early and this is going to take all morning. It would be wrong to be bored after all the effort he makes for you, but you just can’t help it.

“I’ll go first. Watch what I do. But I can help you if you want, too.” Bradley smiles, setting his ball on the tee. You lean back and give him a convincing enough smile and nod, propping yourself against the cart.

Bradley wraps both of his palms around the end of the club. He turns his head and stared down the green. Then, he pulls the club back into a high swing. His arms flex against the black fabric of his polo, his hat twisted backwards and his caravans set on the bridge of his nose.

Torso twisted, the club is only mid-air for just a second. It gives you just enough time to see the way his thick back strains against the fabric of his shirt before he swings hard and sends the ball flying along the course.

All too quickly, he turns toward you and smiles. “Your turn, honey!”

But, there’s already a cunning grin toying on your lips as you walk over and reach for the driver in his hand. You’re sharing his until he can convince you to join him more often. Bradley hands it to you pliantly.

“Could you help me?” You ask him, sweetness pouring from your tongue, disguising your motives. Bradley nods his head and positions himself behind you.

“Alright, so your hands need to be like this,” Bradley explains, his big hands wrapping over the top of yours and guiding them along the end of the club. “And then your feet kinda like…”

He wedges his foot between yours and gently kicks your ankles further apart. Really, he’s asking for you to mess with him. So, you do. You bend pliantly at the waist and wiggle your hips back against him, “Like this?”

And it turns out that maybe golf isn’t the hobby that the two of you will enjoy together — because there’s no way that Bradley can get through eighteen holes with a boner.

[cherubofthenight]

Manifesting my Dream Self 🍦🍓

i had to post this cuz i culdnt find it when i posted it privately yikes

if someone does read this, note that i do acknowledge 'her' as me and this is just to make it more fun :)

1) characterization

Determining her physical, mental and emotional traits. Her goals, her values, her morals. What is she like? How would you want people to describe her? Does she have a good relationship with her family? Does she have a s/o? Things like that.

2) bring her to life

Do as she would do. Dress as she would dress (if possible). Act as she would act. Stick by everything I decided for her. Positive self talk- which will be manual until I grasp it and it becomes automatically. Even if I slip. It’s okay, after all I’m human - I make mistakes.

3) staying on track

Keep a log of this by journalling. Create playlists that align with me. Pinterest boards that align as well and all of my social media will align with me (following blogs that align with me and my goals, subscribing to YouTubers who encourage what I'm looking for etc) so I’m surrounded by this energy.

Yuh, getting into it!

When I picture her, I see what I decided about her, thus that’s what I see when I picture myself.

So what I decided about her.

She has pretty, big doe eyes with perfect 20/20 vision, and long, full, cartoon-like lashes. Her lips are soft, plush, and two-toned, and her dark brown 4a/4b hair is healthy, thick, and long. She’s got the cutest button nose that makes you want to boop it, and her eyebrows? Absolutely perfect. Her face is beautifully balanced, with clear, glassy, dewy skin that’s soft and smooth. She’s got small hands and feet, and a pear-shaped body with curves in all the right places. And aside from her scalp, lashes, and brows, she’s completely hairless—taking care of herself is her priority.

People often compare her to a doll, but she’s known for her sweet yet take-no-shit attitude. She’s an absolute sweetheart and a treasure, and luckily, she knows it. There’s no one quite like her, and she only deserves the best. Anyone who gets to be in her presence is lucky, and she knows she’s her own muse. Despite the confidence she exudes, she’s always working on bettering herself, knowing growth is part of life. She values authenticity and surrounds herself with people who appreciate her strength and softer side.

She’s independent, self-assured, and deeply compassionate, striking the perfect balance between confidence and kindness. Her sweetness is just who she is—it’s not something she tries to perform. She’s all about meaningful connections and is always there for the people she loves. She moves through the world with a gentle grace, and her kindness reflects how much she loves herself. She never seeks validation because she already knows her worth. She’s happiest in her own peace, and her warmth radiates wherever she goes. She loves her own company and is her own greatest inspiration.

She recently moved into her own apartment, where everything reflects her style—immaculate and organized. She drives a matte black Audi RS, a white Honda CRV, and a pink Mazda Miata. Her closet is filled with the finest pieces, blending simplicity and elegance, so she’s always effortlessly chic. And of course, accessories are a girl’s best friend (besides herself, obviously). She’s committed to her well-being, practicing yoga or Pilates daily for balance and serenity. When she wants to push herself, she turns to calisthenics. She loves cooking healthy meals and experimenting with recipes to nourish her body and mind.

She’s got a boyfriend who’s intelligent, attentive, and hilarious. He has an incredible job with flexible hours, and he’s got two cars of his own. He can dance, sing, and is a family man, soft-spoken, a lover boy, and a bit nerdy, too. He’s obsessed with her (in a healthy way!) and always makes her happiness a priority. He even plans to buy her a pink Porsche 911 Turbo S (because she’s been dreaming of one).

She believes to be a pretty, artistic, strong, diligent yet delicate person.

Rules:

1. Starting to plan to start and end my day with a little prayer to myself, gratitude first and then reminder of the dream girl I am and will be.

2. Taking time to connect with nature or engage in outdoor activities

3. Practicing daily meditation or mindfulness

4. Surrounding herself with positive and supportive people

5. Setting achievable goals and celebrating small successes

6. Maintaining a healthy lifestyle by eating nutritious meals and getting enough sleep

7. Being willing to step outside of their comfort zone and try new things

8. Prioritizing self-care and making time for activities that bring joy and relaxation

Snippet of my Pinterest board:

what's mine will always find me <3

My spotify playlist:

Suggestions are welcome !

My fav affirmations:

what's mine will always find me

i don't chase, i attract

i'm not afraid to get what i want

my value exists out of what others think of me.

my potential is limitless, and anything is possible as long as I believe

and most importantly,

The reminder that I'm already her, no matter what.

I go more in-depth in my notion but this is basically the outline for what I’m gonna do.

And a small note:

everything that I claimed is mine has proven itself to be true.

From Bambi, To Doll, Love, you 😘 .

[jackiehicks]

‘Long Distance’

Wyatt Lykensen X Reader

request: wyatt lykensen x reader and they're sitting alone together at lunch and she's just admiring his long hair and they're both flirting and giggling and all of their friends are watching from afar because they all saw it coming.

A/N: this one was so fun to write!!! it’s only a dwtty one in comparison to what i usually write but i hope you guys like it 🫶

words: >1k

content warnings: none!

y/n had been waiting for the first day of school all summer, which was rare. she wasn’t particularly academic, very few extracurriculars, her favourite subject was ‘going home’, etc. it’s safe to say that school wasn’t her favourite place in the world, but today it may as well have been.

she had been visiting family in the UK for the summer, meaning that she hadn’t seen any of her friends in weeks. thank god for mobile phones; she’s been able to talk to her friends - and boyfriend - back home.

she had been dating wyatt since they ended up going to the prawn together last year, and the long distance had been pretty tough, but she got back to seabrook last night and was finally seeing him again today. to say she was excited was an understatement.

“hey!” y/n greeted her boyfriend over the phone.

“hey sweetheart, i’m almost at your place. ready to go?” wyatt had insisted on walking to school with her, gentleman that he is.

“yep, just gotta get my shoes on. i’m so excited to see you”

“i know, baby, me too. feels like it’s been forever since i saw you last.”

“ugh, right? i’ll see you soon though, ok?”

“see you soon, sweetheart”

and with a beep, the call ended. y/n grabbed her sneakers and wedged them on her feet. she was doing up her laces when she heard a knock on the door.

“one second!” she called, tying a bow in her lace and heading downstairs.

y/n opened the door, and had to do a double take. it was wyatt for sure, but his hair… he must have grown it out over the summer. y/n was in shock.

“hey stranger!” wyatt engulfed her in a tight hug.

“your hair looks… amazing” y/n stammered without thinking. wyatt laughed, running a hand through his locks.

“you like it? i figured i’d try something new this year.”

“i love it! you look incredible, honey.” y/n felt her face get hot. he looked really good.

“thank you, sweetheart. come on,” wyatt held out a hand for y/n to take, “let’s get going, yeah?”

she nodded, taking his hand and interlocking her fingers with his.

-

lunchtime had come dragging for the students of seabrook. first day of school after summer break was always slow, but y/n could hardly feel time pass. she just couldn’t get her mind off wyatt. don’t get her wrong, she loved his hair before the summer - she thought the white streak was so cute and she liked how he styled it all spiky - but this new, long hair was something else. it framed his face perfectly, the white streak now falling down the right side of his face, curls running through his soft hair… if y/n didn’t fancy him before, she definitely did now.

y/n and wyatt sat together at their usual lunch table, deaf to the world. y/n reached over and ran a hand through wyatt’s hair.

“i really like this.”

“yeah?”

“mhm. don’t like how you hid it from me though.”

“oh, but doesn’t it make such a good surprise?” wyatt teased. y/n scrunched up her nose in mocking.

“you’re lucky it did, because i’d never forgive you for all those rejected video chats otherwise.”

“believe me, sweetheart, that was torture. you don’t think i wanted to see that pretty face of yours?”

y/n blushed, giving wyatt a light push.

“don’t be cute. i’m trying to be mad at you.” y/n reached up once again and started brushing her fingers through wyatt’s hair, gearing up to start braiding whatever chunk of it she could reach.

“yeah, you’re doing a great job at that.”

“hey, i’m mad at you - not your hair.”

“oh, sure.” wyatt leaned over and gave his girlfriend a kiss on the cheek.

-

“they know that they’re in public, right?” eliza asked.

“ugh, i know. could they be any more gross?” willa replied.

they were sat a few tables over with the rest of the zombie/werewolf crew that had emerged from last year’s events, unable to take their eyes off the disgustingly loved-up couple.

“come on, guys. they’re in love!” addison interjected, cheerful as ever.

“i think they’re adorable.” bree agreed, equally as perky as her best friend. bonzo uttered something in zombie-tongue.

“you’re right, their food is gonna go cold,”eliza replied, “and seabrook cafeteria food isn’t particularly hot anyway, it’s gonna be inedible.”

“they’re too busy making goo-goo eyes at eachother, i don’t think they’re even gonna eat it.” wynter piped up, “ooh - if they don’t eat their lunch, do you think they’ll let me have it?”

“you guys don’t pick on addison and i like this, do you?” zed started, throwing a defensive arm around his girlfriend.

“nah, you guys are nowhere near this gross.” responded willa.

and with that, the end-of-lunch bell rang. the gang could see y/n pout, grabbing hold of her boyfriend’s hand and making their way over to their table.

“hey guys, what are you talking about?” y/n smiled.

“oh… nothing.” zed replied, smirking.

“can i have your lunch? you didn’t eat it.” wynter interjected.

“sure,” wyatt answered, passing a slice of pizza to his friend, “knock yourself out.”

bonzo reached over, poked the pizza, and nodded. it was cold. wynter growled. no one touches her pizza, even if it wasn’t hers to start with.

“i’m taking y/n on a froyo date after school, so we’re fine with no lunch.” wyatt snaked an arm around his girlfriend’s waist, pulling her in close and kissing the top of her head.

“see you guys in class!” y/n piped up, waving bye-bye and making her way to her next lesson, wyatt still attached to her hip.

“i, for one, think they make a perfect couple.” addison smiled, watching her friends walk out of the cafeteria. zed planted a kiss on her forehead.

“not as perfect as us though, right?”

[foryoufics]

Hear Me Out

Author's Note: I want to do the hear me out cake trend but I don't have anyone to do it with so...hear me out. I'm sorry I suck at describing actions/reactions of people I will do my best or use pictures I can find and gifs and this one is basically all dialogue (photos not mine, found via Pinterest etc credit to creators)

Summary: It is no special day in particular but you and Jin are having a sleepover and both have a sweet tooth so you think it will be fun to play the Hear Me Out Cake trend you've seen online lately on live

Warnings: none really, suggestive flirting?, you and Jin are just so goofy

Characters: Friend Jin! x Friend Reader! (the fandom ships you two)

"Hi Army~~," Jin gives his smile with the dimples as he appears to be talking to himself in your bathroom mirror in the bathroom in your room. The door is open and you're waiting for him with the cake you had bought on the bed. A red velvet with vanilla icing and you were waiting patiently. There's no way you'd ever finish this whole cake alone but Jin was here and you really wanted to do this trend. You wait patiently, sitting with your feet tucked under your butt and throw on his jacket he had tossed on your bed earlier because you're cold and to calm your nerves about being in a live video for the fans, despite it being your idea as well, you bring the sleeves to your face and inhale deeply

"I'm at YN's house for a sleepover and we wanted to play this game she found and I thought ARMY would have fun-oh, this is her bathroom, she manic cleaned it earlier-," he spins to show them your bathroom

"I didn't know what to do with my hands!!" You call out and he laughs

"So yeah, we are in her bathroom"

"Jin~~~, will you come on to the bed?"

"Ope, she's always begging me to come to bed~," he gives a little smirk and makes his eyebrows jump

"Shut up, you know I like cuddles," you whine as he comes out, "and this is her bedroom, we are having a sleepover, and that's right, but I'm sorry ARMY Y/N is my cuddle buddy only," he starts showing them and immediately stops. "That's bad posture, stop sitting on your legs. It is bad for circulation and you're short enough already," he scolds in his stern voice that he obtained in service. "Yes sir~," your tone and your eyes grow dark and sexual within seconds as you salute him and follow orders; if eyes could smirk, that was what you were going for. "And no, I like to cuddle anyone as long as they aren't stinky, I cuddle with all of the guys"

He gasps and feigns shock and disgust, making that face where he moves his neck back and scrunches his nose, "boo, you whore"

"Cootie queen"

"Who you calling a cootie queen you lint licker~?" You both say in unison and can't not laugh. "Okay, show them your jammies and the cake and we can get started"

"Okay, this is my jammies," he angles the phone to show the top of the set he wore in Jimin's birthday vlive and some grey sweatpants, he turns the camera to the cake, "what was it again?" "Red velvet with vanilla" "Yummy-hey, you're wearing my sweater again!" "Yeah, and?"

"It's cute, it's so big on you~, that's why you shouldn't sit on your legs like that, you're almost 30 and you're four foot nine. Stand up, show ARMY," you stand up and he helps you sit back down so your clumsy ass won't fall on the cake then he lays half on the bed, his top half, so his head is by the cake. "So ARMY, YN begged me to come to bed with her, and there is cake," he winks

"Will you come on?" You laugh and he sits beside you and sets up the camera so you could both have both hands available

"Good?" "Yeah" "K, got your characters?" He nods and grabs his sticks from your other side, having to lean all the way over your lap to reach, you clear your throat, "while you're down there~," you laugh when he glares up at you. "Keep asking," he warns. "Oh, you like me to beg~," you fake pout with your bottom lip and your eyes and he's trying his damdest to keep up the act but he's cracking and so is his smile, but he raises back up to be sitting next to you and you grab your sticks from the night stand. "Do we have nuts?" You ask without thinking. "We're on vlive your name"

"I meant walnuts or pecans! For the cake!" He laughs at how flustered you are, "explain the game to them"

"You know better than me," he reminds you

"oh right, okay, so, Hi ARMY," you wave and smile, "so um, I-Ive been seeing this game people are playing on tiktok, it's the Hear Me Out Cake, you pick unconventional characters that you find attractive and put them on sticks and take turns saying hear me out and sticking them into the cake and then you eat the cake but I thought it would be fun and we had a sweet tooth"

"Good job," he pets the top of your head, "she was nervous ARMY, claps for YN," he claps

"Thanks, who goes first?"

"You first. How many were we supposed to have each?"

"I don't know," you shrug, I guess we can limit it for times sake.....10 each?"

He simply nods.

"Okay, for my first entry, hear me out," you place your first stick into the cake, Dean Winchester, "I thought I would start off normal," you try not to laugh, "he's a human dude...... usually"

"Okay my turn-usually?"

"Well technically he's now a spirit traveling through the multiverse but he's also been a demon a few times, an angel, a ghost,uhm," you think and use your fingers trying to remember everything Dean Winchester has been and Jin looks at you simply blinking like the blinking guy gif

"Okay, my first entry, hear me out," he sticks his first one in, it's Blake Lively

"I get that," you nod, "is she unconventional though?" He shrugs

"okay, next, hear me out," you stick your next stick in, a certain Big Hero 6 character

"Tada~shi~!....get it?" You giggle and he's staring at you

"HE IS DEAD!"

You laugh, "I'm sure his friends can find a way to bring him back and I can make arrangements with him and his girlfriend, your turn"

He shrugs, "Fair enough," he sticks in his next stick, it's Emma Watson, at this point you see he didn't understand the assignment but you tap his shoulder, "I understand buddy, bless your heart. Hear me out," you stick in Flynn Rider

"You know YN, I'm honestly surprised you haven't put a woman in yet," he laughs at Flynn Rider, "I get his one," he says. "See~ and patience. Flynn gives you vibes really hard"

He thinks for a second and makes a 'you're not wrong' face, adding his next one, Zendaya

"Oh hells yes," all you can do is agree and nod and he laughs

"Hear me out," your next contestant is John Rolfe

"I'm not saying I don't understand, but most people say Team John Smith, please explain"

"John Rolfe left her and John Smith showed her things she had never seen before, they genuinely enjoyed each other and and when he was changing her like people like to say I could see he was doing it thinking she was enjoying it and otherwise he wouldn't have"

"That's.....really fair actually"

"And he's cuter," you shrug as he sticks in his next one, Fran Dresher

"Omg!" You excitedly stick in your stick that has her and Mr Sheffield on it, "they were my first crushes ever! Well them and Uncle Jesse on Full House"

"Wo~~....if we agree does the game end?"

"I think we can keep going if you want"

He simply nods, "so who should go next?"

"I think you," he nods and happily sticks in a stick with Tom Holland and after laughing you nod in agreement, "he's adorable," you both say in unison

"okay, okay, hear me out," next up you had Stolas from Helluva Boss

His neck goes back as if he were a sassy flamingo, "what is that!?"

"oh, that's just someone who Stolas my heart~," you laugh at your joke and his confusion and he nervously sticks in Betty White

"Yes," is all you can muster as you're nodding and dying laughing and he leans on your back doing so as well

"H-H-Hear me out," you stutter as you try to breathe and stick in your next one, "are we still doing only ten?"

"Nah, we may as well use all of our sticks," you nod in agreement

"Okay," you take a deep breath and place in another one

"Eda Clawthorne from Owl House? Really?" He gives you a look

"That voice just gets me hot in Cleveland," you shrug and he has to hide his face and laugh at the pun and gives ARMY a finger to say hang on a second before he wipes a tear slipping and sticks in Yennifer from The Witcher games

"We're just going to agree on all of yours I think, you good? You're crying," you laugh and he gives you a thumbs up as you stick in your next one, Gruncle Ford and Gruncle Stan. Jin looks at you and gives you a face that just says for a speechless person, 'please explain'

"They're great gruncles, and Ford especially is packing in more ways than one"

"Fair enough," you thought bless this man's heart as he sticks in Rapunzel from Tangled and you clap, "hey! It's me!" He smiles at you and you stick in someone you didn't expect him or anyone else to recognize, Charles Ingalls from Little House on the Prairie

"Any father issues you want to talk about?" He asks recognizing him

"Talk about? No," you laugh, "just be thankful and go"

He checks the comments, "We are all judging you"

"That's fair," you shrug and he sticks in Ella from Ella Enchanted

"Yes, I've heard you out and yes," you nod, "Can I put in multiple characters at once of they're all from one thing?" He nods and you stick in Sebastian Michealis, Agni, Pluto and Adrian from Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler

"You know, I really wish I had the ability to not agree with these," he sticks in Clifford

"CLIFFORD, now you have to explain"

"Apparently my cuddle buddy is cheating"

You shake your head, "wait, the cake is only so big," you count how many have been put in and he stops you

"Let's just use all of our sticks"

You nod and look at the sticks in your hand, "if I have two different characters from two different shows that have very different personalities but are the same actress should I put them down together?" He thinks for a second and nods, "for times sake yes," he yawns and you smack him and follow suit, sticking in Breann of Tarth from Game of Thrones and Principal Weems from Wednesday; still yawning he gives a thumbs up of approval and tries to say something but you can't understand.

"Huh?" "I said yes, perfection"

"Agreed, absolute perfection," you giggle and he sticks Black Widow

"Oh Captain Obvious-"

"I know you aren't saying I'm wrong though"

"Touche, you aren't wrong, hear me out-I've got five from Avatar the Last Airbender and Legend of Korra...." "Just choose one" "Okay, it's a obvious choice really," you poke Uncle Iroh into the cake and he looks at you, you feel the judgement burning through you from his eyes

"....Just.....pre or post prison Iroh?" He asks facepalming

"the fuck you mean or?"

He can't even fathom a response and dumbfoundedly adds in his next stick, "Dr Doofensmirtz

"I agree with all of yours~," you whine and he smiles smugly, you add in Eve Best

"Just for clarification, is this the actress? Eleanor OHara or Rhaenys Targaryen?"

"You have no idea how turned on it makes me that you know about Nurse Jackie, I have to choose?"

"Yes," he smirks

"Fine, to avoid the incest and death by dragon, Eleanor," you laugh and he adds in the News Anchor fish from SpongeBob

"Bro what the fuck!?" You start dying laughing

"You know I like fish!!" He laughs after pretending to be defensive

"Okay, I have a few from the next show but for the sake of space and time, I'll only use two of them, guys I'm sorry we have so many," you apologize to the ARMYs watching when you remember they're there

"Theyre loving it," Jin reads the screen and whispers to assure you when he senses you getting nervous and you nod and add Rumpled Stiltskin, both the human looking one and the other, and the Mad Hatter from Once Upon A Time.

"okay seriously, do you need to talk? Are you okay? Do you need therapy?"

"What for?" You ask innocently and he shakes his head, "I only got a few more," he sticks in the Corpse Bride

"I have a Tim Burton character too!" You had Edward Scissorhands and his face looks horrified, "I let Agni slide because he would be able to be gentle and aware of his power but Edward would slice you to pieces!"

"Aww, you're protective of me~," you tease and he blushes and lets you add in your next one, "aww~ poo~ the cake is getting full and I have more~," you pout as you add the last of your sticks that will fit, Ghoul from Fallout

"He has admirable traits," Jin nods, "you can show them the rest"

"Okay, I guess I got over excited. Okay," you show them, "so hear me out," you hold each one up as you say the names, "Sully from Monster's Inc, Mr Kim from Kim's Convenience, and these two last but certainly not least Chef from the live action One Piece and Nurse Joy from Viridian City in Pokemon Indigo League"

"Jin, hello?" You snap, he was frozen just staring at you

"ARMY, I am afraid. Cast a vote, should I a)run, b)accept that YN is a freak and stay to eat the cake or c) seek help for YN after I eat the cake?"

You roll your eyes, "So we know Jin can't match my freak anyways, let's eat. Slice for ARMY, and a slice for mwah~, and a slice for 'fraidy cat here," you wave and end the live, smashing his slice in his face

[candycandy00]

texasgirl1344 suggested this in a comment on a post I made (Dabi under a lust quirk). It sounded fun so here you go! 

Smut. 18+. Blowjobs, masturbation, fist time sex, etc.

There he is again. That guy who comes into the convenience store you work at and buys a random assortment of snacks, a hood pulled low, casting his eyes in shadow, a medical mask covering his nose and mouth. From his build and the glimpses you’ve gotten of his eyes, he’s pretty cute. He rarely speaks, but he seems nice enough. 

Of course he turns out to be a villain. 

At the end of your shift, you’re taking out the garbage in the alley behind the store when you see bright blue light to your left, further down the alley. The guy in the hood had only left a few minutes ago, and you’re struck by the fear that he’s gotten caught up in something, so you do a very stupid thing. You investigate the bright light. 

At the other end of the alley, you find your cute hooded stranger shooting blue flames out of his hands, his hood blowing back from the air pressure and revealing black shiny hair. In front of him, three charred bodies lie at his feet, smoke rising from their forms. You recognize him now, even with the mask still on. This man is a dangerous, wanted villain named Dabi. You’ve seen clips of him on the news, committing violent acts. 

Your first instinct is to flee, but you don’t want to alert him to your presence, so you try to back away quietly. And your foot hits a metal soda can, making a shockingly loud sound. Because of course it does. 

Dabi turns around and your eyes meet. There’s a brief pause where you both seem surprised and speechless. Then you turn and run back down the alley, some ancient prey instinct taking over your body. 

You don’t get far. He’s on you within seconds, grabbing you by the back of your shirt and jerking you backwards, into his grasp. He drags you over to the brick wall and tosses you against it, then slams one hand into the wall right beside your head. 

“Can’t believe you made a run for it,” he says, sounding slightly out of breath. 

“Please don’t kill me!” you blurt out, your whole body shaking with fear. Should you do it? Should you use your quirk? 

He pulls off the mask and takes a deep breath. “No point hiding my face now, huh? You know who I am.”

You nod. “Y-you’re Dabi.”

“That’s right. And I really didn’t want to kill you, but I can’t have you reporting to the heroes that I’m hanging around this area,” he says, then leans in close. “So what should I do with you?”

You shrink back as far as you can against the wall. “I won’t tell anyone! I swear!” You know saying things like that is pointless. He has no reason to trust you. 

“Sorry, but I can’t just take your word for it, can I?”

You start to sniffle as tears sting your eyes. You have to use it. There’s a risk involved, but it’s better than dying. You start to charge up your power, but you need to buy a few more seconds of time. “O-okay,” you stammer, “but please don’t burn me. You can stab me or bash my head in or whatever, but I’ve always been terrified of fire.”

He stares at you for a moment, then sighs and pulls back a few inches away from you. “Alright, I won’t burn you to death. So stop crying. I’ll just-“

Before he can finish the sentence, you hit him with your quirk. A massive cloud of pink dust explodes from your body, enveloping Dabi and causing him to cough and hack, waving his arm frantically to try to knock the dust away from his face. But it’s too late. He’s already inhaled it. 

Your friends have joked that your quirk reminds them of a skunk, because you once had to use it this way before. A man was trying to rob the store one night and had a gun pointed at your face. You hit him with the quirk and ran off while he was dealing with the consequences. 

Those consequences included a painfully sudden erection that didn’t go away for hours. At least, that’s what usually happened. To be clear, the quirk only makes people so aroused that they can hardly bear it. The quirk doesn’t make them attracted to you in the slightest. In fact, the few times you’ve used it (mostly on accident), the person hit with it ran to the nearest bathroom to furiously masturbate if they didn’t have a lover to run to. But you did realize the potential danger of using it on the wrong person, someone who didn’t care who they fucked and didn’t care about consent. Your quirk didn’t override a person’s mind or values, but someone who already thought nothing of raping someone would be very dangerous under the effects of this quirk. 

Dabi was a villain. It was certainly possible that he was the wrong sort of person to use it on. But it was either this or be killed. 

Presently, Dabi has dropped to his knees, panting heavily, looking down at his crotch in disbelief and then back at you. 

“What the fuck did you do to me?” he asks, his voice strained. 

“It’s a lust quirk. It’ll wear off in a few hours,” you tell him, backing away, getting ready to run back to the store, where a few other employees were still cleaning up before closing time. 

He groans, rubbing at his crotch though his pants. “A few hours?! Fuck!”

You pause and watch him, unable to take your eyes off his face, the healthy parts of his skin flushed red, his soft hair hanging in his eyes, his hand struggling to unbuckle his belt, stilted moans escaping his lips. 

Oh fuck, he’s hot. 

He looks up at you, and instead of looking threatening or angry, he just looks… hungry. Like he’s starving and you have a big plate of food in your hands. His eyes move over you, but he makes no attempt to grab you or even touch you. 

Suddenly you feel sorry for him. You step closer to him and say, “Do you want me to help you to a restroom?” 

He groans and tries to stand up, stumbling a bit. You take hold of one of his arms and help steady him, then you help him walk back to the store. 

The store is empty, and you remember that they had decided to close up early today. You feel like slapping yourself for forgetting, but it does make things less awkward as you lead Dabi to the men’s restroom and into a stall. He flops down on the toilet, fully clothed, and you turn to leave. 

Only, you can’t bring yourself to walk out of the restroom. You hear Dabi’s belt coming undone, and you go back to the open stall, where he’s in the process of unbuttoning his pants. He looks up at you questioningly. 

“Um… can I… watch?” 

His flushed face frowns. “Huh? You a pervert or something?”

“No! I just… Sorry, never mind! I shouldn’t have asked that!” You own face is flushed as you start to leave again. 

“I don’t care,” he says, those eyes looking at you hungrily again. Weird. Your quirk shouldn’t have that effect on him. 

“Really? Are you sure?”

He nods, finally getting his pants open and pulling his cock free. It’s huge, and so hard and stiff, it looks like it’s about to explode. You blush as you stare at it, watching his hand begin moving up and down the length, feeling transfixed as the tip glistens. He has three piercings that look like they were incredibly painful, but somehow they turn you on. You stand there in the doorway of the stall, holding onto the door frame, squeezing your thighs together to prevent the growing wetness between your legs from leaking out, watching this villain stroke his cock. You face is hot, tinted pink, your lips open. You’re beginning to breathe harder. 

Dabi looks at your face and, between ragged breaths, asks, “Did your quirk affect you too?”

“No,” you answer, “I’m immune.”

His eyes pointedly shift to your thighs, where your arousal has dripped down from under your short skirt and is leaving a trail down your leg. You gasp and reach down to try to cover it with your arm, but it’s no use. Dabi has already seen it. You squish your thighs even tighter together and say, “I’ve never watched someone jack off before. I didn’t know it would be so…”

“So what?” he asks, tilting his head back but still watching your face as his arm increases speed and force. The motion is making a wet sound as his hand spreads the wetness from the tip all over the shaft. 

“So… hot.”

He suddenly grabs a handful of toilet paper and covers the end of his cock with it. He groans and closes his eyes, then his whole body tenses. A few seconds later, he pulls the paper away and tosses it in the nearby trash can, exhaling a deep breath and leaning his back against the wall behind him. 

It only takes a moment for him to realize something is wrong and sit up straight, looking down at his still fully hard cock. “What the fuck?”

“Sorry, it’s because of the quirk. I said it’ll last a few hours, remember?”

“You mean it’s gonna stay hard the whole time?” he asks, looking at his own dick as if it had betrayed him. He groans as the feeling of uncontrollable arousal hits him again, and his hand is already beginning to move again. 

You shift uncomfortably in the doorway, your panties so wet that it feels like you’ve peed yourself. “I can help, if you want me to.”

His eyes shift to your face immediately, his hand freezing in place. “What?”

You step closer. “I just thought… since I caused this, I could help. If that’s okay with you.”

He opens his legs further apart and looks you in the eyes. “Do whatever you want.”

He must have expected you to reach down and stroke him with your hand, because he seems very surprised when you drop to your knees in front of him and lean your face forward. You extend your tongue and gently lap at the tip of his cock, causing him to moan. You’ve never even touched a dick before, something your friends tease you about, considering your quirk, but your instincts guide you. 

You close your lips around his cock, swirling your tongue around it as you move back and forward, letting it hit the back of your throat. You feel one of Dabi’s hands on your head, burying his fingers in your hair. You prod one of his piercings with your tongue and his cock twitches in your mouth. This all turns you on so much that you spread your knees apart, pull your skirt up, and shove one hand down the front of your panties. You have a well used vibrator at home but you’re so aroused, your fingers stroking your clit will easily get the job done.  

Seeing you do this must have turned Dabi on as well, because it feels like he just got even harder, if that was possible, and he moans as he presses your head down, making you fight to suppress your gag reflex. Then, all at once he pushes your head down so hard that you feel like you’re choking, and groans as he cums down your throat. 

You swallow it all eagerly, your hand still working between your legs. You only regret that he was so far down your throat when he came, you didn’t get a proper taste of his cum. You want it to coat your tongue. You want to savor it. 

He’s still hard in your mouth, so you don’t pull away even when he moves his hand from your head. You just start moving your tongue around him again, sliding your lips up and down him. You glance up at his face and see him looking at you with a strange expression. It’s unreadable, but he can’t take his eyes off you as you continue sucking him off and pleasuring yourself at the same time. 

You feel yourself getting close to climaxing, so you increase the intensity of your strokes, feeling your body quiver. Finally, you cum, and you let his cock slide out of your mouth just long enough to moan. When he sees this, he suddenly grips your chin and presses two fingers into your mouth, holding it open as he shoots his cum onto your tongue. 

You slide your tongue around in your open mouth, tasting his cum and spreading it all over the inside of your mouth. It’s so good, you think you might get addicted. You pull your sopping wet hand out of your panties, fingers sticky, and reach toward the toilet paper, but Dabi catches your hand in his and pulls your fingers into his mouth, licking them clean. 

He’s still hard. Of course he is. His eyes are looking increasingly wild and desperate, the lust completely over taking him. Soon he’ll be like a feral animal, doing anything and everything to cum again. If you don’t want to be fucked by him, now is probably the time to leave, before he loses himself completely. You stand up on shaky legs and look down at him. He’s breathing hard, one hand starting to stroke himself again, hair disheveled, blue eyes staring up at you. You look at his cock, and you wonder if that monster will even fit inside you. But he has that look again, like he’s positively starving for you, like he wants you more than anything else in the world. 

This man was going to kill you only a little while ago. Now you want his dick to obliterate your virginity. Maybe you’re not so immune to your quirk after all. You reach under your skirt and pull your panties down, tossing them aside. You step closer to Dabi and say, “I can help you some more if you want.”

He reaches up and jerks the skirt down so fast, you almost fall down from the force. He practically tears it from your body, leaving you exposed from the waist down. You feel a quick rush of embarrassment, but it quickly passes. You’ve been staring at his dick all this time. Why be embarrassed by him staring at your pussy? 

You position yourself above his cock, placing the tip right at your entrance. You rub yourself on him a bit, then prepare to lower yourself. “This is my first time, so be-“

He doesn’t let you finish the sentence. With a growl of pure, animalistic lust, he grabs your waist and pulls you down. You’re so slick from cumming earlier that, combined with him pulling you down so forcefully, his massive cock goes all the way in. For a moment, your brain goes complete numb. You don’t breathe. Your eyes go wide as tears fill them. You don’t move a muscle, you just sit there, impaled on his cock, your whole body twitching. Then you gasp, starting to breathe again. You’ve never felt pain quite like that before, but it also feels incredible. You’re so full of him, so warm, you want him to go even deeper. 

His eyes, clouded with desire as they are, stay on your face. “You okay?” he manages to ask 

“Yeah,” you say, “I think you just rearranged my insides, but I’m good.”

He laughs, but his face is still full of lust, arousal. He’s being as patient as he can, but he wants to move. You can feel it in the way his muscles are twitching. 

You take a deep breath and brace yourself, then you start moving, slowly and gingerly at first, just wiggling around a bit, and then you raise yourself up slightly so that you can slide back down. 

Dabi tosses his head back, grunts of “Fuck!” escaping his lips. His hands are still on your waist, gripping the flesh there for dear life. 

After a while, you start to feel more comfortable, so your movements get more bold. You’re riding him now, grinding against him, arms wrapped around his neck. The sounds he’s making almost bring you to orgasm again on their own. Soon after, his whole body stiffens, he moans again, and you feel him cum inside you. How does he have anything left? 

You slide off him and stand in the stall on trembling legs. He must know you need a break, because he starts jacking off again, using the sticky combination of your and his cum, and the small amount of blood from your deflowering, as lube. You watch him, mesmerized by the sight. Eventually he cums again, though only a few drops ooze out. 

He’s still hard, the poor guy. You start to feel sorry for everyone you’ve ever used this quirk on, even the guy who held you at gun point. You had no idea the effects were so intense. 

You have to take responsibility and help him out again. Two handjobs and another blowjob later, the quirk has finally worn off, and both of you are exhausted. You’ve collapsed onto his lap, breathing hard, clutching his jacket. You gather your strength and stand up, picking up your discarded clothing from the floor. 

You glance back at Dabi, who has his head leaned back, his eyes closed. Did he pass out? Should you take this chance to run away? That was the original plan after all. But no, something tells you not to do that. 

“So are you still going to kill me?” you ask, keeping your voice even. 

He lifts his head and looks at you. “I was never gonna kill you. I was gonna threaten you a little and try to scare you into not calling the heroes on my ass.”

“Oh,” you say, feeling stupid. 

He slowly stands up and buttons his pants. “I told you I didn’t want to kill you. Why do you think I keep coming in here?”

You still don’t get it. Maybe your brain is still fuzzy from all the orgasms. “Why do you keep coming in here?”

He gives you a weak grin. “There’s this cute girl who works here. I like seeing her smile when I walk in.”

You blush at that, your own grin spreading across your face. “What a coincidence. There’s this cute guy who comes in all the time but hides his face. I’ve always wanted to know who he is.”  

Dabi laughs as he heads to the sink and washes his hands. You watch him in the mirror, your mind drifting back to all the things you just did with this man. When he’s finished, he opens the door to the restroom. He looks at you over his shoulder and says, “That’s a hell of a quirk you have. Next time, let’s be a little better prepared.”

With that, he leaves. You look at yourself in the mirror. Hair messy, cheeks flushed red, drying cum on your face. All you can think is, “Next time?”

[nalonzooo]

you’re one of my favourite artists and one of the reasons I want to start drawing!!! >.< I’ve started and it’s a bit difficult but fun!!

I was wondering if you had any tips on how to draw face shapes and dynamic poses? I love the way you draw face shapes and the actual expressions!!! (it’s always so hard for me 😭) and your poses are super cute!!!

YAAYY NEW ARTIST🥳!! i’m SO happy to hear this -

and absolutely i’d love to share what i’ve come to learn (so far!) re: face shapes and poses as a hobby artist ^^

just to preface everything, when it comes to giving art advice there’s always a general disclaimer that there’s no right way to do art, in the end you should do what you like to do! sometimes i like to think of art as problem-solving, and there are many ways to tackle specific problems <3

for face shapes and expressions - lately i love to reference and do studies of Ami Thompson and Shiyoon Kim’s character design and expression sheets for Spiderverse. these are INCREDIBLY evocative and useful. you can study these expressions and poses and try to recreate them on different characters, and you’ll notice the difference in eye shapes, face shapes, noses, etc; studying these differences is what will help us avoid same face syndrome. what i generally like to do is find art that i like - comic/manga panels, fan art, anything i want to learn how to draw like - and copy it into my sketchbook for personal practice and study to see what elements i can incorporate into my own drawing.

another tip - any medium is good for drawing, but i highly suggest esp when you’re starting - learn to draw with ink! drawing traditionally and with something unerasable will help with your draftsmanship and line confidence. it’ll be wonky at first but you learn to be deliberate with every stroke. tbh becoming a digital artist has deteriorated my draftsmanship and has made me heavy-handed, and it’s something i’m trying to consciously remedy right now. digital art is highly convenient and best for sharing, but when i do studies i stick to pen and paper :)

as for poses - one v important thing i learned in creating dynamic art is to “push” or exaggerate the poses. what you see in a photo reference - if you try to draw that 1:1 on paper, it doesn’t always translate well—the energy is not always captured, and it usually looks so stiff. what is in 3D has to be translated a different way to 2D. so “push” it to create more energy - exaggerate the movements - even if they’re just standing, you can make it dynamic by being conscious of how they’re standing (where the weight is balanced, push one hip up, make them lean one direction, for example). i doodled some examples here:

^ first one is gojo just standing; now how i would “push” this pose is to show him putting more of his weight on one hip and maybe putting his opposite foot up a bit to suggest some movement (and balance). the third one is just a bit more variation where his body is still putting weight more on one side, his feet are more glued to the ground, but i put his hand out to do his signature victory sign just for a bit of flair. so it’s a lot of figuring out how to convey balance and weight and movement and personality :) start with exaggerating the pose - then you can create more and more dynamic art from there ^^

pushing and exaggerating applies to facial expressions, too! instead of merely drawing someone with a smile, try tilting their head a little sideways (and show how their hair might move as well bc of this), add some blush, raise their shoulders a bit, etc).

and i 100% recommend taking gesture drawing classes for dynamic poses ^^ there are a lot of artists who have draw-with-me tutorials on youtube, and i personally like to use line-of-action.com for timed sessions.

i hope this is helpful in even a little way—good luck on your drawing journey and remember to trust the process bc progress is def not linear as an artist but deliberate practice and studies WILL help you! <3

[artdcnaldson]

PUPPY ART NATION RIIIISEEEE BARK BARK BARK 🐕

need patrick to catch on to what y’all are doing, he’s not as dumb as everyone thinks he is. he knows art like the back of his hand and over the past several months he’s gotten to know you too. he notices the subtle shift in your dynamic, the “good boy”s that come out more and more often, the little scratches behind the ears he gets when he does something you like. it takes him a bit to put it together, but when it finally clicks it’s like a lightbulb turned on above his head and a whole new world opened up.

maybe you and art have messed around with patrick and tashi before, casual sex and sharing etc etc, but you’ve never let them in on this side of art. need patrick to somehow needle the info out of one of you. it’s probably art who breaks first because patrick knows all his tells. the words just fall out of his mouth in a jumble before he can stop them, something along the lines of: “she calls me her puppy and it’s really hot and i like when she tells me what to do please don’t fucking say anything or i’ll die.”

patrick doesn’t react the way art thought he would. he thought patrick would make fun of him, but it actually seemed like he was holding something back. it wasn’t laughter, the look in his eyes was darker, needier. art, already flustered and now rapidly growing hard, moved on quickly and that was that.

art comes to you after and sniffles about how he told patrick, burying his face in your boobs and sucking bruise after bruise into your skin like he always does when he’s stressed. he’s so embarrassed, but when he tells you about patrick’s reaction you instantly know he finds it just as cute and hot as you do. so you ask, “would you like it if patrick called you puppy, too?” and maybe you’re a little mean about it, running a hand up his thigh and brushing your fingers against cock while you say it. it’s a calculated risk, but it pays off. art breaks out in a full body shiver and his cock springs to life. so you dip your hand beneath his waistband and press further, “do you think you could be a good boy for him like you are for me? you wanna show him your tricks, puppy?” he’s cumming all over your hand before you even pull his shorts down.

the next time you work him into his headspace, you do it slowly. you build up and keep him just below the surface, scratching behind his ears, letting him mindlessly suckle on your nipples and your fingers, and massaging his cock through his boxers. that is, until patrick comes through the door, right on time, and gets to help you push him all the way down into his puppy headspace. he thought the conversations you’d had about it were hot, but they were nothing compared to the perfect, brainless look art was giving him, like he’d do anything the two of you asked without question or thought.

art’s mouthing at your tits when patrick arrives, already drooling all over them and mostly out of his head. he doesn’t even detach from your nipple when patrick steps up to the bed, just flicks his eyes up and blinks slowly, like he’s processing at a quarter speed. you scratch his head and smile, “go on, greet patrick, baby.”

patrick’s breath hitches as art clambers off the bed to sit on his knees at his feet. if he had a tail it’d be wagging and patrick stores that thought for another day. patrick’s knees nearly buckle when art leans forward and nuzzles his face into his jean-clad thigh, practically nosing at his dick. his hands fly to art’s hair and he breathes out, “oh— holy shit, you are a good puppy, aren’t you?”

art whines and nods his head, eyes already half lidded and drool pooling in his mouth again. and patrick…. well he could get used to this.

sigh sigh sighhh puppy art and patrick loves of my life ,, who knows maybe tashi needs some puppy art in her life too, our good boy should be passed around and taught new tricks by everyone he loves <3333

-🎀

BARK BARK PUPPY ART NATION 🐕🐕 we out here <3

Sighhh giggle sighhhhhh

The first thing Patrick notices is how mindless Art gets in this headspace. He’s always so calculating, so meticulous, so he fucking relishes in seeing Art reduced down to his need to please and base instincts.

“He’s been a good boy, Pat, give him a treat,” you say. Your legs dangle off the bed on either side of Art’s shoulders, and you pet Art’s hair as he looks up at Patrick eagerly.

And he fucking whines.

“Shit, okay, fuck—“ Patrick gets clumsy in his haste, strips off his jeans and Art’s mouthing at his cock through his boxers, mouth all wet and drooly. “Fuck, Art— god—“

He’s reduced to gibberish while you just sit there grinning. As Art eagerly sucks on the head of Patrick’s cock through his plaid boxers, soaking the fabric with his spit.

You click your tongue and Art whines. “Off, puppy.” And he obeys, buzzing with pent up energy and need as Patrick shucks off the boxers. His cock slaps against his tummy, and you can feel how badly Art wants to lap at it, to take it into his mouth. Feel the thin restraint.

You met Patrick’s eye, give a tiny nod. He gets the message. “Alright, Art. Be a good boy and take your treat.”

Art’s mouth is on him in an instant— licking and mouthing and sucking on anything he can manage. It’s clumsy, no real skill or method to it at all. But that’s not what’s getting Patrick off— it’s how fucking needy it is— how hot it is to see Art licking at his cockhead, drool spilling from his tongue.

“Good boy,” you coo, petting Art’s hair. You grin up at Patrick. “C’mon, tell him what a good puppy he is.”

Patrick groans, eyes screwed shut as Arts mouth moves down to his balls, sloppy as he licks at them, as he sucks them between his lips and gets them wet and messy.

“F-fuck, Art. Good puppy.” Patrick guides his dick between Art’s open lips, guides the blond’s head up and down on his cock. Art’s tongue laves against the sensitive underside, spit drips where his lips are stretched wide around Patrick’s length.

Patrick cums on Art’s tongue, and Art happily licks up the mess, blinking up at him expectantly, wanting more.

“C’mere, up.” You pat the bed and he hops up eagerly, licking at your throat. “Such a good boy. Isn’t he Patrick?”

Patrick kisses the top of Art’s head. “The best.”