#cannot be stopped 🙂‍↕️

[simonz-angel]

simon who’s a patient teacher

he admires, the haze of your eyes, the way you peer up at through your lids. he admires the crystals that gather on your waterline, the way your building tears glint and sparkle like the diamond strapped round your finger.

and his hand settles on your head, palm pressing at the back of your skull, forcing your throat to gape to account for the inches slipping down the back of it.

“yeah, yeah, that’s it, baby, nice n’ slow fr’me,” simon murmurs, teeth hugging up pretty on his bottom lip. he can feel every inch that dips further into your mouth, can feel every ridge of your mouth, the way your teeth slightly skim at the rim of his cock.

your fingernails, dig, cutting simon’s beefy thighs up as you hold back every gag working its way up. you’re forcing yourself to take deep drags through your nose, and heavy exhales out, throat tightening round him.

“relax, honey, no rush,” he whispers, patting at the back of your head in soothing pads. “take your time, baby.”

i’m truly sorry yall.

[bucksblr]

[sainz100]

2024 Las Vegas GP ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ by Irwen Song

[chrollogy]

HOME SWEET HOME TIME TO THINK ABOUT TWO DIMENSIONAL COCK

[mr-aftons-rotting-pussy]

only a TEENY BIT disheartening. i will say. and this isn't directed at anyone in particular just so we all know lol, but literally this always happens to me 😭 HHJABBSJSBD

like its nawt that big of a deal but i do put . a certain amount of effort into fnaf stuff that i dont in other fandoms n likeeeee !!! like ! its mostly my fault for not being too interested in the larger fandom for anything but alas. me when i have to live in the grave i dug: guess we diggin deeper boys *rubs hands gayly* 😏

ON A LIGHTER NOTE THO. i know no one on planet earth can stop me from getting maximum freek 😈😈😈😈😈 oh yeah babey..... the power coursing thru me !!!!!!!!!!!

[pineconnie]

ik they/them is used really commonly for just like people when you don’t know or don’t want to reveal their gender HOWEVER i do immediately take a character having they/them used on them as a new hc

[kitten4sannie]

kitten fever

pairing: cat hybrid husband! sannie x fem! reader

genre: hybrid au, smut

summary: after you put your baby to sleep and head to bed yourself, you come to the discovery that your dear husband just hit his rut and desperately wants to put another baby in you.

w.c: 2.6k

warnings: needy pussydrunk maniac! san, service sub! reader, they’re giving switch energy as well <3, san gets lost in subspace, big cawk sannie, only pet names/praise (baby, mama/mommy (only a few times trust), sweetheart, princess), san likes to be called kitty, san humps reader’s pillow out of desperation, kissing, wet and messy, possessiveness, grinding, nipple play (f/m receiving), lactation kink (muahahahaha), face sitting that turns into a 69, oral (f/m receiving), good ol fashioned unprotected missionary, heavy breeding kink, bulge kink, knotting, creampie, just so, so much cum……

a/n: i did a poll a lil while back to ask what vibe everyone wanted for sannie’s bday fic and soft, sweet love making with husband sannie won by a landslide ~~ but ofc i had to add my lil spin to it and made him a hybrid husband in heat hehe <33 i wrote this all in one go just rn bc i’m a ✨chronic procrastinator✨ so i had less time to perfect it but i hope it’s just as enjoyable as my other fics 🥹🫶🏼 that being said, enjoy lovelies~

song rec: same dream, same mind, same night by svt (this is a love making song and you cannot convince me otherwise 🙂‍↕️) - sex on fire by kings of leon - terrible love by boston manor (“tell me i’m everything you want~ tell me you need me~ give it everything you’ve got, so give it all~” <33)

“Hush, little baby, don’t you cry, mama’s gonna sing you a lullaby,” you cooed gently in a sing-song voice to the sweet angel laying still inside her crib, continuing your soft serenade until her eyes closed, surrendering to another night of much needed rest after a long day of adventure and learning, her tiny fingers slowly releasing the grip they had on one of yours, her tiny fluffy tail uncurling from your wrist. When you saw that your babygirl had fallen asleep, you gave her a loving kiss on the forehead, before exiting the bedroom and heading to your own.

It had taken a fair amount of time to get your baby to go to sleep, making you wonder if your husband had fallen asleep himself while he was waiting for you to come back. He must’ve been tired, especially after how worked up he was during the day, zooming around the house to get chores done despite there not being a rush, not even giving you the opportunity to make dinner either when he put his signature ‘kiss the cat’ apron on, and somehow still having the energy to run a few miles on his treadmill afterwards, claiming he still had the zoomies.

As soon as you cracked open the door, you could hear whimpering and soft, breathy panting coming from deeper inside the low lit room, a few candles burning away on your respective nightstands. Poor, sweet Sannie was probably having a nightmare of some sort. You would have to wake him.

“Baby, nnngh, need you, need you so bad, wanna be inside you, need to give you more kitties,” San voiced desperately to no one, hunched over and driving his heavy, leaking cock back and forth across the plush, pre-cum stained pillow that was kept on your side of the bed, his sweaty raven bangs sticking to his forehead, his tufted ears splayed out in opposite directions. He lowered his head further to take in your warm, flowery scent, letting out an instinctive growl and bucking his hips forward until he began to emit little breathy ‘ah, ah, ah’s’. He slowly dragged his throbbing cock along the feathered pillow, leaving thick, milky cum shots onto the previously pristine material. “Cummingggg, filling you up so deep, mama, it won’t stop….”

Well, it seems like you wouldn’t have to wake him. Your husband was already wide awake and seemingly trying to impregnate your pillow. You entered the room and closed the door behind you, causing San to look up at you with big boba eyes, his ears now on high alert, sheepishness overtaking his blushing features and a gentle, understanding one forming on yours. “Oh, my sweet Sannie, is this why you were so active today? Are you in a rut?”

San tried to cover up the evidence he left all over your pillow, his long fluffy tail curling shyly around one of his bare legs, his stained briefs riding up a bit near his inner thighs. “I-i didn’t wanna tell you because it’s hard for me to control myself when I’m like this…I can only think of one thing…”

You took a few steps forward until you were standing at the foot of the bed, hovering over San, your hands already making their way to his overheated face to caress it. “And what is that, kitty?”

San just about melted into your touch, his hot breath fanning over your skin when he sighed, gazing up at you past his fluttering lashes. “Breeding my beautiful wife…” he whispered softly, turning his head to press a lingering kiss into the palm of your hand. “I want to make love to you….feel and taste every single inch of you…remind you why you’re mine…” He whimpered, closing his eyes for a second, before they returned to you, his eyebrows upturned with desperation, his glistening lips parted ever so slightly. “I’m burning up just thinking about it…”

You leaned down to press a gentle kiss onto his forehead, then his cheek, leaving one on his trembling lips afterwards. “Then, what are you waiting for, Sannie? Let’s play.”

-

“Baby, your pretty kitty, mmmnn, feels so good,” San panted, breaking the heated, messy kiss you were sharing to moan from the way you were eagerly grinding yourself on his lap, his hardened cock pressing up directly into your slippery, hot cunt, a bit of drool escaping his lips, only for you to lap it up from his chin, before your tongue repeatedly swirled around his. “Wanna knot you…”

“Not yet, Sannie….wanna have more fun with you first…” When San began to whimper and squirm around, you reached past his head to grab onto the headboard with both hands, pressing your forehead to his to keep him locked in on you. “You wanna feel me all over, yeah?” You moved your hips in a more precise motion, the pronounced edge of his cockhead catching onto your clit each time your cunt dragged up and down his length, making the both of you let out a collective moan. You lifted up your body a bit so that your heavy tits were bouncing ever so slightly in his face, watching as your husband fell into a trance. “Wanna taste me too, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes, mama, wan’ it all,” San nodded drunkenly, repeatedly licking at his lips and fangs, bringing his hands up to your tits to feel the weight of them, squeezing into them slightly, his tail quickly slamming against the side of the bed as though he were a dog. He knew they were filled with milk, and it drove him absolutely nuts.

How adorable. Your kitten was too predictable. You pressed your tits together, holding them near his pretty blushing face. “Does kitty need milk?”

“Yes, please!” San opened his mouth up just in time for you to press your chest into his face, his lips closing around one of your nipples, licking and sucking at it until he began to taste the sweet essence of your milk. Deep purrs reverberated from his chest and throat, clearly content, letting go of one tit to focus on the other, pinching your nipple to watch as your milk spurted out of it and landed on his small pink tongue.

“Nnngh, that’s good, baby…” Humming, you ran your fingers through your husband’s soft hair as he gently coaxed more of the milkiness out of your tits one by one, eventually reaching down to rub your thumbs over his nipples, rolling them in circles until he began to let out muffled moans and whimpers. “Sannie’s so sensitive, hm? Even more sensitive now that he’s in a rut…so desperate for Mommy’s kitty.”

San gulped your sweetness down, a few drops dribbling down his chest, before he gasped at the sensation of you pinching his sensitive buds. “Y-yes, Sannie wants to be inside mama so bad….” He nibbled on one of your puffy nipples, dragging his rough tongue over it just to hear you whine, looking up at you to take in your suddenly submissive gaze. “My pretty girl’s sensitive too, I take it.”

“Always, because of that tongue of yours…” you murmured, digging your nails into the headboard when he forcefully pushed your tits together and ran his tongue back and forth over your nipples, biting them with his fangs for good measure.

“S-sannie…!”

When San felt a fresh wave of slick leak out onto his lap, his eyes started to narrow into slits, his instinctive urge to dominate you beginning to slip past the surface of his hazy mind. “So wet for me, aren’t you, sweetheart? It’s all going to waste too….Such a shame…”

“Wanna lick it up, kitty?” you asked sweetly, bringing your lips down to his, tasting the sweetness of your milk on his moving tongue.

“Mm. Sit on my face, princess,” he commanded in a slightly deeper tone, waiting for you to climb off of him so that he could lower himself down onto the bed. Just as you faced away from him and lifted your leg up to go over him, San grabbed you by your soft hips and pulled you down onto his face, immediately getting to work.

San dipped his tongue between your slick lips and dragged it up, painfully slow at first, so that he could savor your warm taste, licking a long stripe toward and then over your clit. He repeated this action until all that could be heard in the room was his wet tongue coming in contact with your soaking cunt, along with the groans he was letting out with each lick. Opening his eyes to admire your pretty plush pussy, he pressed a kiss onto your bud, before sucking on it with varying degrees of intensity, reveling in the way his pretty wife moaned desperately for more. “That’s it, huh, babygirl? Your pussy’s getting so messy, you must be getting close already….”

“F-fuck, yes, I’m close…don’t stop, Sannie,” you sighed out, suddenly distracted by the sight of your husband’s throbbing cock standing at full attention between his thighs. Licking at your lips, you carefully lowered yourself down until you could slurp and suck the pre-cum that pooled out of his reddened cockhead with ease, opening your mouth wide enough to take most of his cock down your throat inch by inch.

“Oh my god, baby, I won’t last if you do that….” San tossed his head back for a second, temporarily losing himself to the pleasure of having his cock buried inside the hot, wet heaven of your mouth and throat, moaning hoarsely all the while. Feeling more of your slick drip onto his heated skin, he remembered about his current mission. Once his tongue returned to your dripping slit, you started to rock your hips in time with San’s lips, your clit even bumping against your husband’s nose, your thighs beginning to tremble.

You took San’s cock down your throat as deep as it would go, using your spilling saliva to jerk off the rest of his length that you couldn’t reach with your mouth, hearing him begin to emit muffled whimpers and curses against your pulsing cunt, feeling his thighs tighten up underneath your touch.

You continued to move in sync, your hips now desperately rocking against San’s splayed out tongue, your moans playing a hypnotic rhythm. You always seemed to fall into this matching pattern of giving and receiving, losing yourselves in each other’s love and pleasure. Just as you began to squirm around, San’s hands slipped from your thighs where they were previously squeezing to your waist, wrapping them tightly around your middle to keep you still as your release poured out onto his tongue.

“Sannieeee, so good, so good, gonna cum,” you whined out once you pulled yourself off of his cock, your lips connected to the sticky tip with a few strands of milky saliva.

“Me too, baby, me too. Fuck, take it for me, okay? Be good and take it all,” San moaned against your convulsing cunt, lapping up the rest of your arousal, just as he began to shudder, forcefully tossing his head back into his pillow.

You caught the seemingly endless stream of cum on your tongue, some of it shooting into the back of your throat. You swallowed it all without hesitation, before climbing off of him and leaning down to press your lips onto his.

He eagerly kissed you back, gently lowering you down onto the mattress so that he could climb on top of you, the both of you desperately exchanging your warm arousal with one another, only breaking the dizzying kiss when neither of you could take a proper breath. “I love you, Y/N…” he whispered near your cheek.

“I love you too, San…”

Gazing deeply into your half-lidded eyes, San gently lowered his body weight onto you, not having to ask to know what you both needed when he positioned himself near your entrance and slipped right in, the both of you moaning in unison.

“Ready for my litter, baby? I’m gonna fill you up over and over, okay? I won’t stop until you tell me to…” Saliva pooled in San’s mouth as a low, deep purr rumbled inside his chest. Part human or not, your husband’s cat-like traits still made themselves present when he was sheathed inside you like this, especially now that he was in a rut.

“Yes, give it all to me, Sannie, I want your kitties,” you begged breathlessly, hardly able to think now that you were getting stretched out by your husband’s thick length, your legs hooking around his small waist once he began to recklessly drill himself into you.

“I’ll give it all to you, baby, have it all, have all of me.” Huffing and puffing, San pounded his cock into you, slipping out a few times due to how incredibly wet you were, taking the time to slap his cock down onto your abdomen, just to show the both of you how his length just about reached your ribs, watching you swallow hard, your hazy, tear filled eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“I can take it, Sannie. I can, I promise,” you reminded him gently, just as he slipped back inside you, pounding your pussy as if he had never stopped.

“Yes, you can, you’re gonna take it all, because you’re mine, mine, mine,” San groaned out near your ear like a mantra, his heavy body flush against yours, your legs hanging off of his broad shoulders, slamming his cock into you like you were just a toy, your cunt taking it like you were made specifically for him, his tail wrapped tightly around one of your ankles, almost acting as an anchor to keep the both of you from slipping out of reality.

“Yours, yours, yours…” you chanted back, your nails starting to dig and rake down his back, starting to fade away once your high rapidly took over. “Sannieeee, give me your knot, please…”

Almost as if on command, San’s knot began to form inside your cunt, stretching you out to the max. He pulled back slightly so that he could press his hands into your abdomen, feeling just how thick and heavy his cock was inside of you. “That’s my good girl…Look at you….my pretty little wife, taking all of my knot like this. It’s gonna break and your womb’s gonna be flooded with my cum, you know…You wanna get knocked up again for me, baby?”

“Mm-hmm!”

He nosed at your neck, taking in your pretty scent, whispering, “Help me breed you, baby.”

“Breed me, kitty….Make me yours forever…” You clutched your hands into his waist and pulled his hips taut to yours, your cunt clenching around his cock just as San melted into you, whispering countless promises of love, mixed with involuntary curses into your ear, the dam finally breaking.

A short, broken cry tore out of your throat as you squirted onto San’s twitching cock, endless waves of hot cum pouring out past your cervix and filling your womb up with his potent seed, rendering you vulnerable to the very real possibility of impregnation by your dear hybrid husband. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

Purring, San pulled you into his arms and began to lick at the tears that had stained your flushed cheeks, grooming you in his own special way. He nuzzled into you, his tail coiling protectively around one of your wrists, his lips ghosting along your jaw, one of his twitching ears tickling your own. “We’ll have to paint our baby girl’s room half blue if we end up having a boy.”

You giggled, nuzzling into your husband’s loving touch. “Bold of you to assume we won’t have another girl.”

San smiled at you, his brown eyes sparkling with love and adoration for you. “That’s fine. I’m a girl dad, after all.”

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© kitten4sannie, 2024.

[hedwig221b]

Not the same anon but your fav jealous and possessive Derek fics? I’m talking toxic possessive, Stiles always in sight and scented and being touched cuz Derek just CANNOT STOP 💞💞💞😌👆🏼🙂‍↕️

Hi, hello, here you go 🔥💖 (p.s. we need more obsessed borderline toxic Derek pleek)

As it Should Be by KuroKitty (HaleYes)

Stiles comes home from his 18th birthday party at the bowling alley to find a surprise waiting for him in his room.

Or, the one where Derek has no chill.

Assume I'm just An Asshole by mannersmakethmine

the pack always finding Stiles and Derek in coupley situations and assuming they're fake dating because there's a new threat in town, and Stiles and Derek because the shits that they are just go along with it.

Deflowered by astrugglingstoic

In which there is a prince, a knight, sequential sword fights, and an anecdote about pressed flower petals.

Feral Formalities by Aleandri

"There was silence as no one seemed to breath at the table. Derek had just gifted Stiles, an unmated Omega, with food. Right in front of another Alpha. Who he was on a date with. To discuss being heat partners…." In which, Stiles presents as Omega, and everyone wants a piece of the alpha-baby-making ass!

five times derek is protective of stiles and one time it's the other way around

Yeah, okay, so maybe Derek was a tad too protective of Stiles. So what? Sue him for worrying about his best friend, whom he totally does not have a raging crush on.

Okay, so maybe he does.

Shut up.

Hung The Moon by BurnItAllClean (nrnyx)

Slowly Stiles got control of himself again. His heart calmed. His breathing evened out. The anger was gone. In its place, a bone-deep weariness settled. He couldn’t do this. He wouldn’t survive this.

Might be a Predator by churkey

Derek's mom once told him they were predators. It never occurred to him to ask, 'If werewolves are predators, what do we hunt?'.

Oblivious Misadventures, and Other Such Tales by Little Spoon (JaydenNara)

Going to college was exciting and new, a chance for new friends and a fresh start, and the best part was, there was a supernatural fraternity on campus, meaning Scott finally had the freedom to be himself.

Then he met the resident human who came with a stalker alpha. What was the point of a supernatural fraternity if he still had to pretend to be human. And seriously, did Stiles ever fall asleep somewhere normal?

of gods & monsters by Dexterous_Sinistrous

“I’m not the best at conversation. I’ve been told I have no finesse for it.”

Stiles took a step closer to Derek, pushing the billowing silk out of the way. “And what would you say if you looked at me now?”

Derek looked up, startled for a moment when he realized he was now looking at Stiles’ unveiled face. He was silent for a beat, taking in Stiles’ features for the first time, convinced he would never see such beauty unveiled for him alone.

Oh my (let me look at those eyes) by Gorgeousgreymatter

A few months ago, he might’ve been able to solve this with some force—a little man-handling, a snarl, a glimpse of teeth. But he looks at Stiles’s broken face, knows he’s seen too much horror and blood and evil, the whole Big Bad Wolf routine is just going to fall flat. Because Derek looks at Stiles and he doesn’t carry himself like a teenager anymore. He carries himself like a soldier.

The Alpha and his Spark by sandyde03

Stiles is pregnant. Derek is perpetually horny and possessive. Stiles is confused. Not by Derek sexing him up. He loves that. It’s the fact that ever since he started to show that he was with pup everyone has been avoiding his eyes.

The Boy Is Mine, You Bonkers! by frownypup

It turns out that the words ‘a painfully smart and brave unclaimed human who is stupidly unutilized in Beacon Hill’s pack’ became the hottest gossip in werewolf underground. Yes, what the hell. Stiles’ existence has changed from a plankton to a rising sun.

Derek Hale has something he needs to say about it.

Three Little Words by Chloepioneer

“Oh god,” he whines, slapping a hand over his mouth to quell the vomit that boils the back of his throat. “Derek, is that the mailman?”

or Derek has a bad habit of killing people that take an interest in Stiles. Stiles might like it a little bit.

won't you torture someone else's sleep by redeyedwrath

I love you, Derek thinks, but he doesn’t say it, just watches Stiles throw his head back in laughter that isn’t for him and never will be. I love you, I love you, I love you.

Maybe if he thinks it hard enough, Stiles will hear him.

you are an obsession (i am your possession) by EvanesDust

Once Derek catches that tantalizing scent, he can’t stay away. Stiles. Derek’s completely enthralled by him. Obsessed. But all he can do is stand in the shadows, watching and waiting. Until he can make Stiles his, that is. And when that happens, Derek will never let him go.

Pack nights are not for getting laid by igotdamn

Stiles goes out clubbing, Derek doesn't like that very much.

Obsession by Rae666

Derek gets hit by a witch's curse and is confined to his loft as his uncle searches for a cure and Isaac stands guard. But as the curse grows worse and Derek's obsession with a certain pale skinned person becomes increasingly intense, how long can the team keep Derek and Stiles apart, especially when Stiles decides to take matters into his own hands?

Other fic recs: pack mom!Stiles | angsty fics | historical AU | baby/mpreg | outsider POV | smut | mafia | hurt/comfort | magical!Stiles | Stiles gets kicked out of the pack | BAMF!Stiles | omegaverse | witch!Stiles | creature!Stiles | bad friend Scott | unrequited love

[logansbaby]

imagine Logan just eating you the fuck out like thanksgiving dinner? He just ain’t stopping, even after your 4th orgasm, and like, the overstimulation is overwhelming but his tongue? God, and the way he’ll bite your clit playfully? The way he’ll rub his thumb on your pussy as you’re about to cum again??? Him calling you a good girl and princess?????? Him playing with your breasts?????? Like, im dying for this man. I CANNOT.

ANON… are you trying to kill me😣

no but he would be SO feral for his girl like if it was up to him he’d never be anywhere but between her legs. he’s definitely the type to get you off at least twice with his mouth, ruin you by absolutely fucking you silly, and then going back to eating you out🙂‍↕️

[chsopnk]

「 ✦ TOMORROW IS ANOTHER DAY ✦ 」

☆. # SHIP — nanami, gojo (separately) x m!reader.

☆. # AUTHOR’S NOTE — the boys had a bad day and need to be pampered. ;; requested.

☆. # WARNINGS — none.

NANAMI.

this man is chronically stressed + tired but he would also never admit it to you

yeah, he’ll come home after a particularly stressful day at work and be like “today was stressful, my love” but he’d never actually talk about just how much it’s getting to him

but anyway.

when nanami comes home, you can kind of immediately tell how he’s feeling. he’ll try his best to still be the sweetest husband ever (because he’d never wanna take his mood out on you) but it’s still obvious

he’ll take his tie off and sit down on a kitchen chair, leaning his head back

and he’ll just sit there. for like fifteen minutes. trying to calm the ranging headache that’s pulsing behind his eyes.

so you get him some aspirin before let the tub fill up with nice, warm water just the way you know nanami likes it

you turn off the light in the bathroom so it doesn’t make his headache worse and set the mood by lighting a few candles around the room—making sure it’s a dim lighting instead of a whole ceiling light shining down

he would definitely complain. he’d tell you “you don’t have to do this” and that he’ll be fine with just a little bit of sleep

but what kind of husband would you be if you let nanami suffer when you’ve got the means to help him, right??

sometimes he just needs a little help remembering that in a relationship, it’s a give and take.

so with a bit of convincing, he’ll let you help him wash up as he relaxes in the bath. make sure to rub his sore shoulders and neck! it gives him so much relief when you do that 🥹

you’ll wash his body gently but for now, there’s not much talking going on. give him a bit of time, let him relax for a while and then ask him. he’ll just shut down id you immediately jump at hime with questions about his day.

he does love hearing you talk about your day during this part of the routine tho! tell him what you did today, how you were feeling, what’s for dinner—anything that gives him some sense of normality. he loves hearing about your day! <3

once you’re in bed together, pls hold him! let him rest his tired head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat because that always calms him down so so much

maybe he’ll talk about his day, maybe he won’t. don’t force him to tho! he really just wants to rest with you

GOJO

a baby.

he will come home, whine and complain about how stressful it was and how hard he works 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

(please praise him. he wants you to praise him soo bad)

will throw himself on the couch and act like he’s been shot and cannot move.

you know what would really cheer him up tho?

some sweets. and kisses. and cuddles. and maybe you could scratch his back too…

he’s one demanding mf but he also deserves it so who are you to say no to him let’s be so fr

fair warning: he will not stop whining and complaining until you give him what he wants.

“satoru, you can’t eat sweets, dinner’s almost ready”

and he’ll throw his head back and be like, “guess i’ll just die here then.”

dramatic hoe 😒

BUT. he really really does deserve and need to be pampered every now and then even if it does feed into his act </3

also 100% certain this man will melt in your arms id you give him head and/or back scratches

if he used his six eyes a lot, maybe you could bring him a cold towel to put over his eyes since (imo) using them too much gives him a headache + burning eyes !!

also.

once you’ve started cuddling, he will not let you go. forget going to the bathroom. forget the dinner on the stove. no more getting up until he thinks he’s been cured

will ask you to feed him sweets tho. pls he’s so dramatic. he’ll act like he’s lost both arms in battle with the way he’s acting

but he’s cute so he’s forgiven

[ghastlyfilters]

Pleeease write some headcanons of Art trying to cheer up a GN reader who's stressed over school/work/etc. 🥺🥺🥺 pretty please 🤧🤍🙂‍↕️

art with a s/o who’s struggling with work!!

pairings; implied art the clown x gn reader

warnings; mentions of violence (this is what ya get when your fictional crush is a murderer babe 😔) stress, and gotta add in fluff

gifs made by me!! :)

THE HEADCANONS:

• If there’s one thing about Art that everyone should know by now, is that he is INCREDIBLY curious. However, when it comes to anyone studying, this man is bored out of his little clown mind.

• He thrives off your happiness when you’re in a good mood, but when you’re stressed.. Art’s kinda at a loss..

• Despite Art absolutely living for other people’s misery, seeing you so stressed actually freaks him out in a sense. He’s a ticking time bomb. And his brain can’t handle shit when your brain also cannot handle shit 😭

• His horn’s practically his best buddy at this point, and if it cheers him up, it’ll maybe cheer you up? Right?

…. Right??

• Yeah, him honking his horn in your ear whilst you were trying to study your ass off did not seem to sit well with you. When you told him to stop, he gave you that sassy judgemental look, raising one drawn on brow. He knows the power he has over you. Art could’ve honked that fucking horn all day if he liked. It’s not as if you could stop him.

• But.. your boyfriend has respect for you.. sometimes. And he did in fact stop honking his horn whenever he noticed that you were studying.

• Art is awake literally ever single hour of the day. He doesn’t necessarily need to sleep, he more so sort of lounges around. But he can sleep if he really wants to. This makes him literally ideal for going out and getting you food if you’re up at three in the morning studying.

• He did it so much now that you didn’t even ask anymore. You’d be up in the early hours of the morning on your macbook, and Art was already out the door. He could care less if anyone saw him. Most people think he’s some asshole just dressing up as the Miles County clown.

And that’s the mistake the cashier at Subway made that night.

• Art is so SO prone to being insulted easily. So if someone does think he’s trying to dress up as himself, it pisses him off. BAD.

• You learnt this very quickly when he came home with two blood stained Subway bags. And when you went to open one.. dawg.. it wasn’t your food.. ☹️

• It had been the severed head of the cashier he killed. But at this point you weren’t even squeamish anymore. Art always walked around smelling like someone’s insides. But it just made it incredibly awkward when he stood in the doorway blinking at you, making that O shape with his mouth, realising your food was in the other bag..

• One night you’d fallen asleep on the couch, exhausted from filling out all the files your professor had sent you. Art smiled down at you before waltzing past with his usual looney tune, cartoonish looking walk. He wanted to raid your snacks again from the kitchen. Art could be a fat shit when he wanted to be. Your laptop was on the dining table, wide open. He hadn’t noticed at first, before a notification sound filled the room in under a second. Art had snapped his head round and squinted, noticing your professor’s name pop up. The prick sent an email lecturing you regarding not enough work being sent back, despite the fact he was sending a shit ton of files. This caused Art to type a very lovely little email back. And when you awoke, he was gone.

… So was your professor apparently when the head of your college sent everyone emails that morning to note that he would not be returning.

• When Art came strolling back in, covered head to toe in that familiar red liquid, you immediately knew.

And this was your long awaited break.

• At last you weren’t having anymore documents sent to you for a while. Atleast until they found a replacement for your old professor. So finally you could relax, watching your lanky boyfriend on the couch across from you, grinning like the madman he is at the horror flick on the TV.

Maybe that clown could cheer you up with everything after all.

HII! this was so fun to write. i adore art so much and i’m desperate for more requests for him!! (also ik a 24hr subway isn’t that common, don’t come for me 😭)

[bucksblr]

i love how, in s6, when eddie's tia makes him go on all those dates, it's literally the gayest we've ever seen him be - the outfits, the mannerisms, like that closet was fully made out of glass edmundo diaz you're not fooling anyone

[dimlylittorch]

18+ drabble MDNI

My Masterlist🌱

Viktor x pre-op!transmasc!reader

he always knew when he had a rough day you’d be there to help

crawling into bed after a long day, Viktor moved to settle in on your right. his leg had been killing him all day, his head throbbing from a never ending headache. but it all seemed to calm down when he was with you.

you let out the prettiest noises while you were sleeping, especially when his hand slipped down between your thighs, playing with your soft cunt. he couldn’t help himself- the idea of making you feel nice made him feel nice. what better way to end his day on a nice note?

slender fingers circling your little bud, occasionally rolling it between the pads as a shiver wracked through you in your sleepy state. he always adored how his boy’s thighs would get tighter and tighter around his wrist, having to fight to keep up his pace.

“i know, i know love. it just feels too good, hm?” he whispers against the shell of your ear as his cock starts to chub up against the curve of your ass. “you deserve nothing but pleasure” he murmurs softly as he slips a finger into your tight hole, being careful as to not cause any pain.

as your eyes flutter slightly, he slows down his pace, coming almost to a complete stop. he couldn’t dare wake you up, not when he was being so selfish as to use you for his own amusement. “forgive me” he breathes against your neck as he starts to place the gentlest of kisses along your skin. “do not let matters of the flesh concern you, hm? just sleep, my love. you need your rest.”

making a small noise as your eyes close again, his fingers pick up the pace slightly as he every so gently grinds against your arse. “fuck” i whispers breathlessly when he slips a second finger into you. “so tight- my boy is so tight” he murmurs against your soft skin.

he can’t help but let out a weak moan when he feels how your cunt is sucking on his fingers, pulling him deeper. even in your sleep you needed him so desperately. “you are such a good boy” he breathes as he kisses along your bare shoulder. “the best boy- taking me so well. how amazing are you, no? being able to sleep while taking my fingers up your pretty boycunt. a marvel, you are.”

as you shift in your sleep, he smiles against your skin as he peppers kisses along your shoulder blade, his left hand positioning so he can run his fingers through your hair comfortingly. “the sweetest thing i’ve seen, i swear it” he says comfortingly. “in all my life.. nothing as beautiful as you.”

“hm?” you hum faintly as he attempts to add a third finger while his thumb rubs your clit, the rough pad of his fingers causing a nice friction- one of the better parts of him often working with his hands.

“remarkable.” he sighs against your skin. “such a sweet and soft creature.. no survival instincts” he teases against your ear. “what if i were dangerous, my love? what if i wasn’t your Viktor?” he questions faintly.

a little noise of confusion slips past your throat as your thighs squeeze together, starting to feel and recognize his touch.

“oh, but you’re so right, little love. it would be no one else. i wouldn’t let them.” he murmurs. “you’re safe” he adds comfortingly when you start to stir. “you’re in good hands. my fingers will carry you to where my legs cannot. always.”

requests are open, let me know if you’d like this continued🙂‍↕️

[cameronsprincess]

dating drew means his face is buried between your thighs 24/7 genuinely i see him just loving pussy that much sometimes he doesn’t even fuck you or want you to suck his cock he’ll just get comfy and start lazily dragging his tongue through your folds for as long as he wants. once you were close to your third (fourth?) orgasm when you feel him slowly stop and when you look down he’d fallen asleep with his cheek pressed against your thigh and your juices soaking the bottom half of his face

no i agree! that man wants to have his face buried between your thighs 24/7. if you’re sitting on the couch reading a book? he’s falling to his knees before you and going to town, telling you to be a good girl and keep reading while he makes you feel good. he wakes you up in the middle of the night or from naps just to eat your pussy. the two of you do not get out of bed and get ready for the day until he’s had his fix of your pussy on his lips. y’all don’t go to bed before he goes down on you and makes you cum on his face at least 3 times. family dinners? he’s dragging you to the bathroom once everyone is finished so he can have his “desert” (i see him doing this after every meal). drew 100000% loves eating your pussy, man cannot get enough of it!

him falling asleep on your thigh with your juices covering the bottom half of his face is the cutest thing too, and definitely something he’d do. and you’d either wake him and tell him to climb in bed or on the couch with you, or you’d just let him lay there, adjusting yourself so his head is laid comfortably on your thigh while you try and get a nap in yourself🙂‍↕️❤️

[fastboatsmojito]

that scott size kink had me gnawing at the bars of my enclosure i want to kiss your brain 🫦

please something based on casual dominance with that nerdy ass loser if you can 🫶

PSLDHS thank you 💏 HELLLYEAHHHHHHHHH

Scott Miller + Casual dominance 🙂‍↕️

|A/N; I cannot stop thinking about this man it’s HORRIBLE over here ANYWAYS

|CW; a tiny bit suggestive in the beginning but not really 🙇 scott being scott

It’s all day with him and he doesn’t even notice, taken aback by your needy attitude at the end of the night like he wasn’t torturing you for hours.

It started as soon as you woke up, it was all pretty routine by now but it took some getting used to nonetheless. He was accustomed to your long morning routine and planned ahead for it, waking you up extra early so you’d both be as punctual as he always had been.

This didn’t stop him from getting antsy in the last few minutes before you had to be out the door. Pacing around as you gathered your things, shaking his head and glancing at his watch every few seconds like it’d been hours after just a few minutes.

“Jesus, still? Get it together, let’s go.” He complained, hands on your shoulders as you walked over so he could get you out the door even quicker.

——

It didn’t stop at work either, watching you through his sunglasses as you talked to investors, just giving you a slight nod when you waved at him. As soon as you were done talking he walked over, ignoring your greeting and wordlessly recentering the little pendant on your necklace before walking back off, leaving you confused and all warm from his hand hovering over your chest.

When you’re sitting in the car with him, your eyes locked on the cloudy sky in front of you. Going over the numbers with him before his hand that was previously resting on the center console moved to your thigh, squeezing it lightly like his own personal stress ball. He looked over when you paused, raising a brow at you, crisp spearmint filling your nose as he spoke.

“Why’d you stop? I know you’re not done yet, keep going.”

——

Opening doors for you wherever you go, smug smile planted on his face when you thank him, shrugging off every kind little gesture like it’s nothing even though both of you know he wouldn’t do that for just anyone.

+ bonus for him taking care of everything without mentioning it, refilling your water bottle when he notices before you do bc he knows you take it everywhere. It’s just so easy to not have to worry about anything when he’s around 🧎🧎

[b1mbodoll]

HIMBO LEEHAN…. himbo leehan 😵‍💫…i simultaneously love and hate you for putting this idea into my head /hj Himbo leehan that gets soo pussydrunk and dumb the moment he puts his dick in you.. the only thing on his mind is how wet and tight your cunt is and also how soft your skin is…. buries his face into your neck and goes crazy from the smell of your shampoo😵‍💫 BIG big fan of kissing and moans loudly and drools sm too(yes hello its me again) himbo leehan is like a puppy :( so clingy.. and needy… and just feels the happiest when hes ruining you..

loves fucking you slow and deep 100% touches your tummy while doing that too🙂‍↕️

pairings: leehan x f! reader

warnings: himbo! leehan + oral + fingersucking

💌: since we r sharing thoughts i Need to share this. but i cannot stop thinking abt himbo leehan getting hard from his sweet lil gf doing The Most mundane things.

it’s the simple things that drive leehan crazy; when you get all dolled up for a date with him and he’s sat on your bed while you apply lipstick at your vanity, pursing and puckering your lips while dragging the pigment over them. he really tries his best to refrain from pulling you into his lap for a makeout session, but poor hanie’s a weak man 🌀__🌀 he can’t hold out for long and it doesnt take much before you’re on him, trailing kisses along his jaw and across his throat, leaving smudges of your lipstick on his soft skin n he loves being marked up by you. he’s so desperate to feel your lips wrapped around his cock, his tip hitting the back of your throat when he brutally fucks it and he gets dizzy when you pull away and there’s a ring of the pretty color you chose around his length.

you could be sucking on a lollipop, scrolling on your phone n paying him no mind but all of a sudden his large hand swipes you phone n tosses it on the couch, taking the lollipop from you to tease your mouth with it, groaning deeply when you peer up at him before taking the sucker in your mouth, circling it with your tongue n making a show of moaning for him.

even worse if it’s a particularly hot day n you decide to treat yourself with a popsicle. leehan’s clenching his fists n jaw, afraid that if he relaxes he’ll end up drooling on himself at the sight. you’re such a tease, he thinks; hollowing your cheeks and moaning in delight at the sweet flavor, the heat causing it to melt faster and sticky juices make a mess of your fingers but your sweet himbo’s so quick to clean them up, grasping your wrist n using his tongue to lick them. god forbid the treat dribbles from your mouth and down your chin because leehan’s gaze is locked on you, watching how your tongue darts out to clean it up n he nearly blows his load picturing you on your knees and savoring his cum just like that.