#fuck it let's be self indulgent and babble a little

[tinta--branca]

Thankuuu for the tag @gendervapor14 im assuming i just share the 5 songs I've been listening to a lot recently?

Either way! it's what I'll be doing wahoo

It's all over the place i know i know 😳 there's just so much music out there to love and listen to

Tagging u guys bc i Know your taste slaps mwah: @rimetin @not-today-solas @rustmountain @fly-for-a-lifetime @handern @giselberts

[monstersflashlight]

A/N: This is a longer version of this story and it’s purely self-indulgent (like 99% of my stories lol). Enjoy!

Set up by a baby-orc

Orc x fem!reader || sfw, meet-cute, possibly soulmates

There was a little orc pulling at your hand, taking you with him to the door. "Come on, teacher, come with me." You let him drag you out, chuckling at his insistence.

He was such a cute kid, you knew you shouldn’t have favorites, but some kids made your heart all soft because they were just so fucking cute. And the tiny orc dragging you to the door was one of them. He was so shy when the school started, and in only a month he’d come out of his shell so much you couldn’t be anything but proud.

"Where to? I have job to do, hon, the other kids might need me," you tried, amused at his antics. But he wasn’t having any of that, grabbing your hand stronger and pulling until you follow after him with a laugh.

"You need to meet him!" He insisted, pulling harder and making you wince internally. Baby monsters had an amazing amount of strength even when tiny, you had to remind them to be careful with the humans, especially with you. Ouch.

"Who?" You asked, genuinely curious, following along with him out of the school and into the little patio where the parents and guardians could wait until the little ones were ready to go.

"My uncle!" He exclaimed, pointing across the patio with his tiny chubby green hand. You walk next to him for a few more steps before you look up.

You were about to tell him you couldn't get out of the school when you looked up and faces the prettiest orc you've ever set your eyes on. He was looking at you with the same level of amazement, and something inside of you just... knew.

You walked like a zombie next to the baby orc, not even registering what he was babbling about next to you as he pulled you along until you were right in front of him. You had to look up, and up, and up to be able to stare at his face, but you felt like it was too much, too soon, and ended up looking back down to the baby who was still talking animatedly.

“I told you she was human! Look! Look! Her skin is not green!” He sounded so excited you couldn’t do anything but laugh as his uncle blushed in the greenest green, making him look impossibly cute, probably even cuter than his nephew.

“I can see that,” he said in a low voice, so deep and so growly that made you want to press your legs together. You bite your lip not to giggle when his eyes fixated on you. He had such dark eyes you felt like he could see into your soul, and when he focused his sole attention on you for a fraction of a second, you felt your heart-beat spiking, your mouth suddenly very dry.

“Isn’t she pretty? She doesn’t have tusks like me!” He says it as if that’s such a feat and you have to cover your mouth to avoid laughing out loud.

“Yours will grow eventually, though,” he explained, kneeling on the floor so he was closer to the kid’s height even if that’s not near close to the baby sized orc. He was on his knees and he still was a couple centimeters taller than you. Your inner size queen was screaming very loudly.

“They will?!” The baby sounded so shocked that you choked on your saliva trying to avoid laughing.

“Yes, hon, yours will grow until they are as big as your uncle’s,” you explained, touching his head affectionately.

You tried to avoid looking at his uncle, but every time you caught a sight of him on the corner of your eye you felt a shiver ran down your spine. You were shivering with the need to touch him, even if it was just a poke in the cheek, and you had to physically close your hand to avoid doing exactly that.

You didn’t know what was with him or why you were feeling like only looking at him, took all the air out of your lungs, but you were giddy and shy about it. You didn’t know what to do or what to say. “I should go back to the kids,” you let out, breathless after looking at him for less than ten seconds.

“Yeah. Yes. I guess so.” You were walking back to the school when he said behind you: “I’ll be seeing you again… that’s a promise,” his gruff tone made you shiver as you smiled as big as the sun, not daring to turn around and look at him one last time.

But when you were about to enter, you turned around slightly and saw him still on his knees, looking intently at his nephew as the baby told him something. He looked up and your eyes met, and your breath got caught in your throat, your heart beating fast and your face flushed. He smiled at you with his beautiful tusked mouth, and you almost had to fan yourself, smiling back as you ran inside, your hand on your chest trying to calm your frantic heart.

Maybe the kid had a point about meeting his uncle.

A/N: Let me know if you want a part 2 of this, if enough ppl is interested I’ll write it.

[userchai]

ROOOOWWWWWWW

REQUESTS ARE OPEN YOU SAY???

Self indulgent because I’m that bitch.

Maybe shy/ditsy reader (cause I love her) who is like so innocent and quiet out in public and in private is the neediest horniest depraved little slut for her man (obvs can be gender neutral) with either Steve or Eddie, or steddie x reader whatever your heart desires.

I HOPE THIS ISNT A SHIT REQUEST ITS TWO AM AND IM TIRED

- hellfiremunsonn (Lillie) 🩷

Freak Like Me - E.M.

thank you so much for the request lovey! I hope this is everything you envisioned! @hellfiremunsonn ily! 🫶🏽

Word count- 1.3K

Warnings - pussy slapping, dirty talk, p in v sex, female masturbation (Eddie helps), Eddie teases you, if I miss something please tell me and I’ll be sure to add it here!

-feel free to reblog & interact it’s much appreciated thank you all for reading! I really hope you enjoy this! 18+ only!

“Where you going sugar?” Eddie’s husky voice says from behind you. One of his ringed hands coming up to grip on your shoulder. You feel your knees go weak, trying your best to remain standing as you look around at all his friends. They’re all watching you as you turn to look at Eddie. “Back to the van… if that’s okay, Sir.” You mumble out. A few of his friends chuckle as you hide your face, flushing from embarrassment. He nods, leaning forward and kissing your cheek softly before handing you the keys. “It’s all yours baby be there soon.” You listened as Eddie continued talking about some dnd campaign, the sound of his voice drowning out behind you.

He’d made a spectacle of you all night long, teasing you in front of everyone. He knew exactly what it did to you, you’d almost not agreed to come out tonight because you knew this would happen. Eddie loves teasing you, and his friends love it even more, watching you babble when he asks you a question because only a minute before he had said something incredibly dirty. The wide smirk on his face causes you to stutter as you squeeze your legs together, praying that no one will be able to see. They do. This time you decide not to stick around to hear the remarks they’d make.

You slowly open the door to his van, hopping up inside and slamming yourself back onto his seat. The uncomfortableness of your panties sticking to you is too much to handle, so you lift your hips, sliding them down your legs before throwing them in the back seat. All you can think of when you slip your fingers down to flip up your skirt is Eddie’s voice, the way he mocks you, laughs at you, the sweet nothings he’ll whisper to you once he has you all to himself. “Fuck.” You whimper out, your fingers lightly grazing against your clit.

You shuffle around a bit angling yourself so when Eddie opens the door he’ll have a perfect view of what belongs to him. To his friends, you’re shy and reserved, innocent even. Eddie knew the real truth about you and you were none of those things. Your eyes close as you get lost in the moment, you bite your lip hard enough that you’re sure it’ll bleed as you circle your fingers around your clit, the sensations running throughout your body as you moan quietly. “Please Eddie.” You cry out, sliding down against the passenger door.

“Well ain’t this a pretty picture.” Your eyes snap back open as a sick smile breaks out across your face. “Knew you wouldn’t keep me waiting long.” You say, giggling as Eddie climbs up into the drivers seat. He’s quick with the door, slamming it before turning to look back at you. Your fingers are still working over yourself, only going faster now that he’s watching. You go to stop but he grabs your wrist, guiding your hand down. “Oh please honey, don’t stop because of me. Let me see how desperate you are.”

You nod, your eyes half open from the pleasure as Eddie pushes two of your own fingers inside yourself. You groan at the feeling, it’s messy but you couldn’t love it more. The sounds of wet squelching and your moans fill up the van as Eddie’s eyes burn with lust. They’re latched onto where the both of you are moving together. “This is so good, but I really need you Ed’s please.” You beg. He shakes his head, holding your hand down, rocking your fingers in and out slowly. “I didn’t say you could stop babydoll.” He whispers as you buck your hips up, grabbing at his wrist with the hand that isn’t buried deep inside you.

Eddie leans back, sitting on his knees as he watches you. He pulls his hand away slowly and makes you do all the work as he palms himself lazily over his pants. “I wish they could see you now baby, absolutely pathetic and I haven’t even given you the real thing yet.” He says, your eyes threatening to roll back into your head as a loud moan rips its way from your throat. “Fuck. Please.” You whine, your heartbeat speeding up as the tight cord winding itself in your stomach threatens to break. A bead of sweat makes its way down the side of your face as you buck your hips up again, meeting the thrusts of your own fingers.

You sit up a little, your body trembling as you watch Eddie slowly unbuckle his belt. You trail your eyes up to his face where he’s biting his lip, his eyes staring into yours as you continue to pleasure yourself. He laughs a little when he sees tears on the corners of your eyes. “Aww darlin’ you’re so ready aren’t you? Go ahead, let me see you cum, give me a show baby.” It takes you no more than a small thrust of your fingers before you’re letting go. Your wetness spreads all over yourself and down onto Eddie’s seat as he watches. You can hear him talking you through it but the blood rushing behind your ears keeps you from hearing what he’s actually saying.

He gives you no time to recover, you hear something rush past you into the back of the van before Eddie’s on you like a wild animal. He slowly strokes himself a few times, rubbing the head of his cock right against your clit as you squirm underneath him crying and begging for him to fuck you already. He stops teasing only to reach down and slap your pussy, once, twice, three times. You yelp and just as you go to sit up to scold him he thrusts into you, practically knocking the wind out of your lungs. “Y’gonna scream for me sugar? Let all my friends hear how much of a slut you really are for me?”

“F-uckkk Eddie please!” You scream out, the slapping of Eddie’s skin against yours growing louder as he thrusts harder than before. He reaches under your ass to pull you up some, angling you just right so with every thrust his cock rubs up against your g-spot. “That’s it sugar, it’s okay I got you, let go. Cum on this dick and let everyone hear who makes you feel this good.” Your body trembles beneath him, your stomach flips at his dirty words as you look down and watch him sliding in and out of you. The drag of his cock, enough to make you feel like you’re on another planet entirely as you finally give up. Your eyes roll back as your mouth babbles on, Eddie grips onto your hips, his blunt nails digging into your skin as you feel his cock twitch inside of you. His deep moans blend with yours creating a delicious melody as he fills you up.

You hear him laugh as you both come down from your high, he slowly pulls out of you leaving you empty and sore as you open your eyes to look up at him. “What’s so funny?” You say, your voice rough from how loud you were being, he smiles at you before leaning down to kiss your forehead, moving some of the hair that’s stuck to it away. “Oh, s’nothin. Just thinking how funny it is that you’re a freak, and they have no idea.” You bite your lip before giggling, slapping his arm slightly as you sit up to fix your clothes. You don’t bother with finding your panties as you watch Eddie reach into the back of the van, grabbing his pants. “Well, next time maybe we’ll have to give them a real show, Eddie.” You whisper, running your tongue up the side of his ear, his cock throbs at your words, a low moan slipping from his lips.

tag list- @voyeurmunson @vecslut @littlexdeaths @xxbimbobunnyxx @josephquinnsfreckles

[kissedsuns]

oscar thot incoming, i'm thinking of oscar holding reader's legs open as he overstims her until squirting 👀

content warnings! overstimulation, fem!reader, explicit sexual content, dom + sub undertones, oral, fluff, pet names, suggestive behaviour, slight dumbification, dirty talk, dacryphilia, swearing. (i’m not huge on piss so i just left that out)

oscar is a good boyfriend—strong, stern, and most importantly, he knows things. he knows that you’ll start tearing up when you’re about to cum, that when your hips begin to writhe frantically, your thighs will clamp around his head, and he’ll need to act fast, or else he might suffocate. above all, he knows you’re just a simple girl who needs a good orgasm from her boyfriend to calm down.

you can practically feel oscar smile against your clit as he laps at your pussy with insatiable hunger. it’s delicious—the way his tongue glides through your folds, swirling around your clit while he lets out soft grunts that only push you closer to the edge.

your throat is raw, every sob choked out with each eager suckle of oscar’s mouth, which is quite literally glued to your clit. there’s cum everywhere, drenching both of you and filling the air with wet, lewd sounds as oscar fucks you with his tongue. his movements are sloppy, almost messy, but he can’t bring himself to stop, not when you’re falling apart beneath him.

you’re dizzy, lost in a haze, and oscar is just as faded as you are, murmuring filthy words that have you almost cumming right then and there.

that fucker takes pride in knowing no one else has ever managed to take you to cloud nine like he does—again and again. oscar has you squirming, your hands desperately clawing at anything within reach, whether it’s the sheets, his soft hair, or the hand gripping your thighs, holding you in place so you can’t snap them around his head.

he kicks it up a notch, his lips curling around your swollen clit. his tongue swirls over it again and again, causing your breath to hitch. it almost hurts how good it feels. you’re spent beyond comprehension, yet he continues. he sucks on your sensitive bud, the pleasure so intense that your knees buckle. gasping for air, you feel him flick his tongue hungrily against your sweet spot, slick with the creamy nectar he loves so much.

he moans into you every now and then, reveling in the way your eyes glaze over from the vibrations that are sending shockwaves through your whole body. this self-indulgent act is greedy, he knows it, but he can’t help it; you’re just so fucking gorgeous when you gush all over him.

oscar gives your clit one final, teasing suck before releasing it with a soft pop and looking up at you.

“tired?” he asks, watching as you nod—this small response is all you can manage. he licks an evil stripe up your pussy, grinning maliciously when you whimper and squirm on the bed.

you're practically drooling, jaw slack, little "ah ah ah" sounds spilling from your lips—the only noises you can make as oscar relentlessly works your clit with that infuriating tongue of his. you want to kill him for not stopping, but the only thing keeping you from trying is his large palm, splayed over your thighs, pinning you in place.

you babble incoherently, tears streaming down your cheeks in frustration, but oscar doesn’t seem to care, his grip on your legs only tightening.

"i can’t make out what you’re saying through those tears of yours, baby." he detaches himself from your pussy, only to bring his free hand up and rub slow circles over your swollen clit. "did you say you wanted more?" your hips buck frantically, thighs trying to clamp together again, but oscar’s iron grip holds them apart. "uh-uh," he tuts, "you know better, silly girl."

the overstimulation becomes too much, and you cum all over oscar’s nose from the constant nudging against your sensitive clit. the look on his face when he pulls away is ethereal.

his nose is caked in your slick, a shit-eating grin dancing on his lips. that’s all you can focus on, apart from the white dots swirling in your vision.

“you can give me another, yeah?” those pleading puppy-dog eyes pierce right through you.

you have to physically yank him away when you need a breather because he just doesn’t. listen. his appetite for you is truly something else, but really, who are you to turn down a perfect man, like oscar, who’s only wish is something as simple as spending the entire day eating you out endlessly, without restraint?

[satorhime]

front row seat + gojo satoru ── ◜ ⪩⪨ ◞

── ◜ ⪩⪨ ◞ content : minors do not interact, f!reader, explicit smut, pussy drunk!gojo, hentai tropes ( internal view / satoru uses his six eyes ), messy sex, squirting, mating press. w.c ˓˓ 2k ˓˓

── ◜ ⪩⪨ ◞ synopsis : sometimes you forget that your boyfriend sees everything.

“h-honey, i ever tell you how pretty this pussy is?” 

he has, multiple times, because satoru is obsessed with watching you while he fucks you. 

in a way, you don’t blame him. the two of you are beautiful together and on the days when your boyfriend is merciful enough not to fuck you flat into his mattress, you love lifting your gooey head up to watch the pretty bounce of your tits, the squishy sink of satoru’s cock disappearing into your pussy and how the taut muscles in his abdomen twitches, tensing up whenever you suck him in with a widowmaking squeeze,

but tonight satoru is … tonight, something has him frenzied. 

his quicksilver blue eyes refuse to close down, and no matter how good he feels inside you, he refuses to throw his head back in ecstasy. it’s like he’s watching the performance of the century, one such cinematic masterpiece that he can’t afford to miss and you’re the pretty young starlet acting centerstage.  

his gaze trails all over every inch of your plush body, from the way he leaves his fingerprints in the soft dimples of your hips, the tousel of your hair as you thrash against the pillows underneath him, and now his new personal favorite— a sight only his six eyes are allowed to see. 

a sweet treat he’s never thought to indulge in before now, the fact that if he drags his gaze down to your body and let the six eyes focus a little further, past your soft belly until it becomes a translucent screen to him, he can see everything. it feels perverse, being able to watch the raw way he fucks into you but it’s so intoxicating, maddening and white hot, how heavenly you look spread out underneath him with your cunt laid bare to his eyes, he wouldn’t be able to resist it if he tried–

so he watches, milky lashes fanning out over petal-pink cheeks as his lidded eyes focus below your hips, right between the jiggle of your thighs. “g-god,” he moans out through gritted teeth, lilting baritone low and shaky. he’s sitting back on his heels, chin tucked to his chest and lip bitten raw. sweat drips from his brows onto your belly in rivulets and he’s attempting to rally the last bit of self-control he has in order not to absolutely wreck you as he watches himself fuck his cock deep into your weeping pussy. “wish you could see how easy this little lady’s opening up f’me, angel.” 

“nnngh, i can’t see-!” you squeal, and you don’t know if it’s because of the sticky tears blurring your big doe eyes or because it’s one of those nights where he fucks you flat, where the weight of his cock leaves you writhing and unable to move properly. where the only thing you can do is toss your head back against the pillows and take what he gives.

how such an innocent night ended up like this so suddenly, you don’t know. your head had been on satoru’s strong chest, cocooned in his infinity while his arm was curled behind his own head, scrolling aimlessly through a shady porn website on your phone with the intention of finding a cheesy hentai episode for the two of you to watch and dissect for jokes, a tradition in your relationship when you were in between streaming shows. satoru ended up choosing one from your recently watched, and as the two of you watched the exaggerated, almost comical movements of the animated couple fucking on the screen, you had expected his boyish jokes to begin and make you giggle, but he’d been silent— eyes darkening with something worse than lust at the sight of the x-ray view of the male character’s engorged cock sinking deep into the female character’s pussy while she wailed and babbled incoherently.

this what gets you hot ‘n’ bothered when i’m not around, angel? 

the rest is hazy, lost in the way you’re splayed out on the sheets now, knees bent to your shoulders and fingers desperately digging into the backs of your trembling thighs to hold them in the air for gojo. the position is uncomfortable and you’re not flexible like that, joints in your poor hips aching but you don’t care, not when he’s got your breasts bouncing lewdly with each repeated, dirty slam of the tip of his cock right up against your womb until you can practically feel him in your throat, stealing the desperate screams right from your vocal cords. 

“that’s a real shame, princess,” he coos, an egoistic smirk on his lips but it falters when you squeeze ‘round him just right, sore cunt twitching against the hard swell of his cock. his ocean blues dim, fingernails scratching against your squishy sides for leverage not to fuck deeper but to push you away because while he’s practiced, you feel too fucking good and he needs a minute, damn it, he’ll cum too fucking fast and ruin the perfect view of your cunt and it’ll be all your fault—

“wah-why did you stop-... please, miss your cock so much,” you simper, needy.

but he ignores your sweet little cries, drawing his hips back until his cock slips out of you and he lays it flat against your seam, greedily drinking down how fucking pretty you look beneath him like this, so good for him in the way you struggle to hold those sweet thighs up so he can have easy access to an even sweeter cunt. he wraps one hand around the root of his sticky girth, can’t help himself when he slaps the tip hard against the hood of your clit, just to earn that cute little yelp you make. “you’re so good for me always, sugar. such a good girl, huh? but i’m not sure of that anymore after tonight. you’ve been holding out on me.” 

“w… wh- i am a good girl-”

“but that’s okay,” he cuts you off. “i’ve got a front row seat now. know why?” 

he loves watching the pretty picture that confusion paints on a fucked out expression like yours. you fumble for the answer like a teacher’s pet, even though you’re distracted by grinding your clit against the tip of gojo’s cock for desperate, greedy friction. you’re too drunk on him to understand the true meaning behind those slurred out words and he knows it. head always caught up in the pleasure simmering in your belly that you forget the man fucking you is considered the strongest sorcerer in the world for a reason and oh … oh, there it is.

sometimes you forget that he views the world differently than normal men. the x-ray porn you secretly like may be an unrealistic act seen only in hentai, but gojo satoru wouldn’t be the strongest sorcerer if he couldn’t bring fiction into reality.

“y-you can see inside me,” you whisper, a little awed, and the thought of it is so fucking hot. you squeeze around emptiness when he nods, wanting to suck his tip right back into your tight pussy and you can practically feel the slick dripping out of you as he flashes a devastating, heartbreaker smile at you. “the six eyes. y-you can see how much i want you to fuck me again.”

“smart girl,” his praise warms your veins until your blood feels honeyed, running through you thick and slow. gojo flicks the tip against your clit one last time for the road before he reaches down, spreading one side of your folds open so he can nudge at the creamy ring to your cunt. “i can see everything.” 

“i can see how this little cunt is stubborn, how she never wants to stretch properly f’ me, the way she twitches when i hit it just right. i can see everything,” and he can, his technique zeroing in on his girth sinking in and stretching you wide, his answering whine almost louder than yours, eyes threatening to clamp shut as he feeds you the long stretch of his cock once more. the air in the bedroom of his penthouse makes your bodies slippery with sweat while you squirm underneath him on hot sheets, your breath wheezing out of your lungs until you can’t breathe. “look at that.” 

“i- hng, can’t-!”

it’s a hotter fuck like this, knowing those pretty blue eyes can see every rib and ridge of the inside of your pussy. that satoru knows the exact way your gummy walls, pretty pink against the white of his cock, look when you swell and squeeze for the stinging stretch, smeared in his precum. it makes you feel delirious— expression cracked wide open with pleasure, tongue lolling out of your pretty mouth, gaze fluttering releasing desperate whines as gojo fucks too fast, cockhead bullying your g-spot into overstimulation so that you can’t even fight it when you gush, the lewd sound of slick squelching out of you burning heat into your cheeks.

“look at you, squirtin’ all over me, angel,” gojo groans, stamping down the fast approach of his orgasm as arousal streams down the curve of your ass, wetting his expensive sheets. watching the way your swollen, puffy pussy spasms and tries to force him out but it only makes him drive deeper, his pace brutal— his hips rouged red from the friction of your bodies slapping together. “prettiest pussy in the whole world. you know that?” 

“y'r gonna cum inside me, right 'toru? s-so i'll look even prettier?” you simper under the praise, big doe eyes staring up at him behind a dreamy haze.

“shouldn't have said that, sweet girl. ooooh, f-fuck. you shouldn't. have. said. that. fuck fuck fuck, i'm gonna put my cum right here, ” he babbles desperately, a big hand splaying out on your belly, pressing down hard as his thumb dips low, circling your sticky clit almost desperately. the words punctuated by the heavy slap of his balls against your ass, headboard knocking violently into the wall. his spine tenses, orgasm building in the pit of his gut and he can’t wait to see it, the sight of his cum painting against your pretty walls. “and you're gonna take care of it f’ me, aren’t you? promise ‘toru you won't spill a drop?”

“i promise-! i promise i promise i promise, give me your cum- ‘toru- pleas-”

“shut up, angel face. you’re about to make me miss the best part of the movie.”

[nymphoniah]

hellooo :33 i've been thinking about old man!logan lately.. could you do something nsfw (specifically overstimulation?) with him and a crybaby!reader? thank uuu!! 💌

pretty when you cry | logan howlett

pairing: old man!logan x crybaby!reader

AN: you absolutely read my mind, anon..! the way in which i need old man!logan is actually concerning to feminism. like im gonna actually go feral. but anyways, hope you enjoy this little self indulgent drabble! <3

content/tags: nsfw, minors DNI, overstimulation, spit as lube, oral sex (female receiving), daddy kink, implied age gap (logan is over 200, reader is in their 20's), afab!reader, swearing, pet names (princess, babydoll, etc.), porn without plot, dacryphilia

there he is kneeling at the edge of your bed—salt and pepper beard glistening with your arousal, his lips placing wet, sloppy kisses against your clit.

he ate you out like a starved man; his tongue was flattened, lapping adeptly between your folds, occasionally pulling away to catch his breath, then continues to work at your cunt.

“so fuckin’ wet for your old man,” he groans out against your womanhood, his hips thrusting into the mattress to feel any sort of friction against his cock. “feels good, huh princess?”

logan teased your entrance with the tip of his tongue, licking a stripe from your sopping hole to your clit, then back downwards. he’d continue this motion, making sure to nudge his nose against your clit every so often.

“s’too much logan,” you whine out, gripping at the tufts of his hair, his beard prickling the soft plush of your inner thighs.

“she can handle another orgasm,” he mumbles against you, speaking to your cunt. he pulls away to admire the mess he’s making of you, and a smirk forms across his face. “isn’t that right, babydoll?”

hastily, he spits on your clit, and his stern eyes watch the way his saliva leaks downwards on your cunt. “such a dirty fuckin’ sight” he grunts, moving his face a mere centimeter away from your womanhood.

he blows air gently against your cunt—the cool breeze of his breath contrasted the ever raging heat you felt down below, sending a shiver down your spine.

your eyes tighten as you hiss out in frustration. logan notices this and lets out a small chuckle, seeing the way you squirmed underneath him.

the calloused pad of his thumb runs between your folds, collecting his spit, bringing it back to your clit. he rubs lazy circles against your bundle of nerves, paying sweet attention to how you writhe.

“can’t do it lo,” you whine, tears forming at the the corners of your eyes from how tight you were shutting your eyelids.

“‘course you can, darling” he encourages you, his broad arm stretching over your torso to reach your face. he cups your cheek with his free hand, his thumb brushing away the tears that continued to fall down endlessly. "y'look so fuckin' perfect like this, all ruined for your old man"

“i know you got another one in you, doll.”

at this point, your brain is all fuzzy; you couldn’t form a coherent thought, and you could only babble logan’s name—or rather, the words daddy… s’too much… fuckin’ can’t…!

“make your daddy proud, darlin,” logan coos, his thumb now rubbing tighter, faster circles against your clit. his mouth finds its way back to your entrance, and he’s now fucking you with his tongue.

as his nose bumped against your clit, along with the added pressure of his thumb, you were a whining mess beneath him. all you could think about was how badly you needed to cum, regardless of how fuckin’ bad it would hurt.

tears rolled down your cheek, leaving splotches of gray against the silky white pillowcase you lay your head on—eyes shut so tight you could see stars floatin’ around.

with a couple of more flicks of his heavy tongue, all of a sudden, that pain transformed to an insurmountable amount of pleasure. “logan..!” you whined, pulling his face closer to your cunt.

“what d’ya want from your old man, huh?” he grunts against you, rutting his hips faster against the mattress, trying to chase his own release. “ask like a big girl for daddy”

“need to fuckin’ cum…” you whimper out, “please daddy, please let me..!” logan smirks against your folds before pushing his tongue deeper, hitting that sweet spot that pushed you past your breaking point.

your velvet walls tightened around his tongue, and he lets out a primal growl at the feeling. your slick coated his mouth, his beard—fuckin’ damn near his entire face.

his thrusts eventually came to a halt, but he continued to lap at your cunt, making sure not to waste even a single drop of your arousal.

as he finally withdrew his face from your cunt, he rested his cheek against your thigh, his gray sideburns tickling your soft skin.

his hazel eyes bore into your own. the intimacy of the silence allowed you to take in the moment and collect yourselves.

letting out a deep sigh, you run your fingers through his silvering hair, tangling the strands between your manicured fingertips.

“knew you could do it,” he murmurs, his tone of his voice deep and sultry. “now doll… what do you say to daddy?”

you let out a little giggle before the words slip from your lips. “thank you, daddy.”

[jiyansthesis]

TRUST ME GIRL, TAKE ALL YOUR SINS!!

this is super short, quick, and self indulgent (i will forever headcannon scar as a thigh lover), coming out w/ a full length scar fic later but i needed to practice how to even write him... fem-bodied reader || i like thinking of scar as mean n loud in the bed yepyepyep

READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION || NOT PROOFREAD

scar pawed at your thighs, sharp nails catching in the thin fabric of your pure white thigh highs. his hair tickled your stomach as he shuffled in your lap, mismatched eyes gleaming up at you.

"y'know how much i love these on you, right sweetheart?" his fingers ghosted the sides of your legs, eliciting a shiver out of you.

you nodded, trying your best to stay focused on the movie in front of you to not miss any scenesー but it was hard to when his fingers strayed to the apex of your thighs and stayed there. you glared down at him, only to be met with a cheeky grin and a seemingly innocent pout.

"don't distract me," you chided him, placing your attention back on the screen.

scar pouted, opting to instead play with his favorite clothing item on you, snapping the top band of the lacey cloth multiple times, the sound echoing with the background chatter of the movie. he became bored after a few minutes, one of his hands finding its way under your shirt. his cold gloved hands were not the only reason why you jolted, but how his head quickly left your lap and his unoccupied hand spread your legs apart.

"what are you doing?" you quipped, averting your attention back on the white-haired man.

"you're just so fucking hot in these," he nearly growled out as his hand under your shirt went upward to tug at your bra.

you flushed, realizing as you looked down that his pants looked unusually tight on him.

"are you seriously turned on byー my thighs?" you were incredulous, not understanding the sexual appeal of them to him. he didn't bother answering your question, too absorbed on his mission. he unclasped your bra, a finger flicking one of your nipples to earn a surprised yelp.

"gonna let me fuck your thighs, baby?" the end of his question nearly ended in a whine. "i've been wanting to ever since i saw you in these."

you whimpered at the lewdness of the statement, legs closing as a means to tame the growing heat in your tummy, but scar took a hold of your knees, his sheer strength preventing you from even moving your legs an inch.

"pleaseee," he gazed at you with puppy-like eyes, desperate. the sight alone had your pussy throbbing.

you slid your panties down as far as you could, to where his grip stayed on your knees. "as long as you fuck me right after."

as soon as you gave him consent, it was like you'd released a starving man. he effortlessly flipped you over so that'd he'd have a clear view of you back as you gripped the armrests of the couch. all you could hear was the shuffling of his clothes, jolting when you felt his fat cock rub against your drooling cunt.

"you don't know much i dreamed about this," he slowly rubbed his dick against your pussy, reveling in the little noises that escaped your mouth and the way you'd slightly hump against him. the fat of your inner thighs kept sucking him in with every thrust, which were becoming harsher with every moment.

he shamelessly moaned in your ear, clearly knowing what he was doing to you as he'd occasionally slip the head of his cock in your cunt and then take it out. the teasing led to tears pricking your eyes as you pleaded with him to finish inside you. slick dripped down your trembling thighs, a mix of his and your arousal.

"puh-pleasee," you moaned out as you clawed at the couch. "wan' you inside so bad."

his fingers tangled in your hair as he pulled your head back, causing you to cry out.

"y-you really want me to fuck this pussy? ya' sure?" he ferally growled into your ear.

"yes, yes, i need you," you babbled. he studied your tear streaked and hot face, deciding to flip you over and effectively fold you in halfー knees up to your chest as he locked you in with the weight of his body.

"always so greedy," he enunciated the last word with a unannounced thrust into your puffy pussy, earning himself a surprised moan.

"haah- w-wait!" you reached out, your hands grasping onto air as he immediately began brushing against your cervix.

"taking me so damn well," he whined in appreciation as your spongey walls tightened around him. "love you and this pussy."

"all yours!" you mindlessly chanted, closing your eyes in embarrassment. he didn't like that, deciding to search for that spot in you that'd have you choking out moans against your will and your back arching.

he knew exactly when he found it, your mouth widening into an 'o' shape as you then quickly flung your arm over it to muffle your sounds.

"awwh, you're not gonna let me hear those cute little sounds of yours?" he frowned, hand splaying against the bottom of your stomach to feel his dick pressing up against it with every ram.

his own noises were almost pornographic, reverberating around the room and causing your cunt to clench on himー to his amusement. he pried your arm away from your face, holding it above your head as his hips slammed against your clit.

you kept twitching as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten, your whines increasing in pitch and intensity.

"scar, m' gonna, m'gonnaー " you squeal out, pushing your head back into the sofa as your eyes nearly roll back, little droplets of drool trailing out your mouth. scar buried his head in your neck, biting down harshly as his hips stuttered.

"gonna let me cum inside, yeah?" he murmured against your neck, licking the little bruise his teeth caused.

you nodded fervently; your mouth unable to make any coherent sentences. chasing his own high with the newfound goal of breeding you, the way he cried out your name like an incantation.

with one last rough thrust, you felt him fill you up to the brim, creamy rings pooling around the base of his cock as his pace slowed to a stop. his shivers were almost incomprehensible, the only way you noticed them were because of his arms rapping around you and his chest pressed against yours.

with an exception for heavy breaths from both of you and the now uninteresting movie, the two of you laid in complete silenceー until scar's hands found their way back to your quivering and wet thighs.

"did i ever tell ya' how much i loved these?"

PLEASE THIS IS SO BAD THIS IS JUST PRACTICE GUYS || reblogs appreciated!

[hitomisuzuya]

SUZUUU HII!! I don't know if you remember, but I was the one who requested about Scaramouche camboy, so I was wondering if you could write a little more about it?

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Fingering. Degradation. Praise. Cream pie. As always, consensual participation.

I absolutely can❤️ I got a little carried away and self indulgent.

You were now a constant presence during Scaramouche's livestreams. There was a particular request for you this time: for you to wear only thigh high black stockings.

Your legs were spread, your back to Scaramouche's chest, facing the camera. One arm braced you against his chest, the fingers of his other hand squelching in and out of your cunt.

You rested your head back against his chest, your eyes rolling closed as three fingers consistently hit your sweet spot, making tears sting in your eyes. Your legs shook as you bucked your hips up, nearly breathless as pleasure burst white hot behind your eyes.

"Makes for an obedient slut, does she not?" Scaramouche purred, looking at the camera for a moment, chuckling when a moan of protest keened from your throat as he pulled his fingers from your pussy. It was soon silenced, shaky moans sounding as his fingers played with your throbbing clit.

Responses of agreement popped up in the chat box, some of them saying they enjoy the way you moaned when Scaramouche degraded you. His eyes flicked up to read the chat box, slowly rolling your clit between his fingers before your pussy sucked them back in.

"I promise you her greedy cunt was clenching around nothing," He confirmed, increasing the pace of his fingers as his eyes scanned more of the comments:

"Make her cream like the good girl she is."

"Make sure she thanks her master."

You squirmed against his arm, tilting your head up to nuzzle into his neck as you started to twitch from your approaching orgasm. Your hand flew up to grip his arm, your fingernails digging into his skin the tighter your walls clamped around his fingers. "Scara! Scara, I'm gonna..gonna!.." You barely finished your sentence before your orgasm washed over you. You gripped his arm tighter as you shook.

Scaramouche fingered you lovingly through your orgasm. "Look at you, quaking for me like a good girl," His tongue flicked along the shell of your ear, rubbing his thumb around your clit as he praised you.

"What do we say?" He purred, licking his fingers before pushing them inside your mouth.

"Thank you, Master," You moaned, curling and lapping your tongue in worship on his fingers as you sucked.

"Get on your knees and elbows, kitten," He said, making you gasp in pleasure as he gave your clit a light smack.

Your head spun a little as you did as you were told. Scaramouche turned your head to side so you couldn't muffle your cries into the pillow. You whimpered blissfully feeling the soft sting of his hand across your ass. "Cry like a good girl and tell me how much you want my cock," He commanded, stroking and pumping his aching cock.

"I want it! I want your cock so badly, please!" You pleaded, drooling as you felt the head of his cock press and drag across your clit. You grinded back against it, letting out a strangle cry of pleasure as he hastily pushed his cock inside of you.

His thrusts were merciless, his hips pounding feverishly into yours. His fingers gripped your hips, his cock pulsing as he pounded himself inside of you. You clawed at the pillows, melting as his cock nudged accurately into your sweet spot.

"Fuck, I abused your pussy with my fingers and you still feel fucking tight. What a perfect slut," Scaramouche moaned, caressing your hips in appreciation for the way you obediently pushed back against his cock.

"So good..so good!" You moaned loud and incoherent, melting into his tightening grip on your hips.

"That's it, slut. Babble and enjoy my cock," Scaramouche groaned, his body shuddering as your walls squeezed around his cock.

His name tore from your throat in a scream as your second orgasm hit you. A few minutes later, he pulled out of you, warm cum spurting onto your cunt. He fingered his cum inside of you.

Scaramouche gave everyone a few minutes to drink in your fucked out expression. "Thank you for watching. I'm gonna clean her up and treat her to a long back massage," He cut the stream and focused on tending to you, starting with a soft kiss to your lips once you rolled over onto your side.

[joelsmochi]

indulge - joel miller

summary: part 2 to every man gets his wish

warnings: not proofread, porn no plot it just some self indulgent cunnilingus ;)

wc: 850

a/n: couldn’t sleep so i wrote this in 30 minutes to tire my brain >_<. enjoy <3

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The camera was in the way.

Your hips hanging off of the bed was prompted by Joel happily getting on his knees. He had a dream of what the angle might look like: camera on the floor, watching him destroy you with his tongue from below.

You couldn’t help but say sure when he asked, although it wouldn’t have taken you much convincing to begin with.

The camera was angled perfectly, showing off how sweetly your cunt glistened from the filthy mixture of your juices and Joel’s spit. His tongue was seen doing every trick in the fucking book, God it was fucking amazing.

But it didn’t feel quite right. Joel’s body wasn’t pressed against yours like usual when he ate you out; his arms weren’t wrapped around your thighs while he brutally suffocated your pussy with the intensity of his mouth. He was holding back, and you hated feeling teased.

The camera was in the fucking way.

Joel sensed it when you moaned but let out a slight huff at the end of it (for the thousandth time).

“What, baby? What’s got you irritated?” He sighed after pulling away.

You sat up slightly, shooting a pout at his puppy eyes.

“You’re holding back, you’re not on me,” you explained. “The camera’s in the way.”

He chuckled, “Well, yeah, darlin’. I gotta keep the camera steady.”

“Fuck the camera!”

You tugged his hair to shove his face back into your sopping wet skin, then shifted your body deeper into his.

With hands melting into your thighs and pressure from his shoulders you felt that lick of intimacy that your body required. His warm tongue lacing the letter of his name into your precious little clit while his stubble scraped tickles into your flesh set your body on fire.

The pitch of your moans grew higher every time your core took another daring step closer to the edge. Your knuckles were pale from your grip on his greying hair, thighs pushing the remaining air out of his lungs.

This was Joel’s favorite part of it all. The torture. The pain.

Fucking you so good you could only tighten your grip or your squeeze or scream into his ear — whatever it was — it was a high Joel’s would never fucking live down.

He figured from the last twenty minutes of teasing he’d wanna see this orgasm over and over and over again, so he slowed down just long enough to put the camera back on the tripod and angled it to see both of your bodies.

Then his eyes peered up and found your sweaty beet red face. Your ponytail was a mess and your baby hairs were stuck to your forehead.

Good God, he’d never seen you so pent up.

You were tired, worn out, and Joel was going to take care of everything for you.

Moaning into your clit, you shuddered, grieving the constant waves of your climax coming and going. He was working you up to the very last moment you could hold onto, knowing how much you needed this orgasm to break you even if you didn’t know it yourself.

The moment you began softly grinding against his face he knew it was time; he traded licking for sucking because it drove you fucking insane. Not just the motion, but the constant tug of your sensitive bud between his lips that made it so puffy and red kept you wanting more.

And when it broke you, Joel held you steady, watching you arch off of the bed and into his hold without making a sound. Your throat and chest filling with unheard sounds, eyes watering and flooding your cheeks with tears, until your body finally let you exhale.

“Fuck! Ahh! Holy— fuckfuckfuck—yes, Joel! Oh my fucking God—“

Loud, praising babbles emptied from you and flooded his ears.

He couldn’t stop now, could he? No fucking way you’d want him to let up. You were shaking and shivering and screaming for him like your life depended on it.

You looked so perfect to him as you died from pure bliss, not tapping out if it meant your orgasm would prevail forever.

And he held out as long as his body could live without air. His lips parted lazily, allowing him to take a deep breath.

“Fuck,” he exhaled, tasting the remnants of you that coated his puffy lips.

You laid back, body still shaking, allowing Joel to give you a few kisses down your thigh and one last lick between your swollen folds. He smoothed a hand over your stomach to help relax you, soothing you into a lightweight slumber.

He took care of the camera and the mess between your legs before carefully moving you up the bed to lay next to him. He pulled his navy blue covers over you and kissed your forehead, watching the smile that appeared on your face afterwards.

“Told you the camera was in the way,” you said cockily despite your sleepy tone, making him snicker.

“How ‘bout you keep that pretty little mouth shut ‘fore I find somethin’ to shove in it?”

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[k4tsukiis]

NERD!EREN! BRAINROT!

nerd!eren who reaches out after 9 pm to ask about your day

nerd!eren who jerks off to you rambling about your day through the phone

“‘ren baby, you okay over there?”

“yeah-*gulp* yeah it’s just really hot in my room.”

nerd!eren who dresses nice for you to take you on a date. going home straight after work, changing from a blue button up and khakis to a black v neck sweater with a white collared dress shirt underneath and black dress pants. he even takes off his glasses bc he thinks it makes him look ‘sexier’

nerd!eren who picks you up straight at your door, holding an umbrella because he didn’t want you to get wet from the rain.

nerd!eren who geeks out and babbles about random things that interest him like batman

nerd!eren who thinks he doesn’t look good in glasses, but you disagree, demanding he puts them back on

nerd!eren who tries to take you on a date but the night ends up with him in between your legs

nerd!eren who looks up at you with foggy glasses while eating you out

nerd!eren who loves eating you out for his own pleasure

nerd!eren who cums in his pants just from eating you out

nerd!eren who secretly has a 8 inch dick (well it’s actually a little more than 7.5 but who’s counting)

nerd!eren who sends you videos of him stroking his dick throughout the day to lyk how much he misses you

nerd!eren who hasn’t lost his virginity yet bc he’s “too big”

nerd!eren who begs you to ride him after overstimulating him for hours

“f-fuck- ngh- please please please ride me princess.”

“you’re so beautiful baby.”

nerd!eren who lets out the loudest, gutteral moans with that deep voice

nerd!eren who goes to take his glasses off before fucking you

“glasses stay on.”

nerd!eren who slides his glasses back up with his three fingers

“yes, ma’am.”

nerd!eren who acts submissive but changes as soon as it’s his turn to fuck you

“spread your fucking legs before i do it for you.”

“god baby f-fuck you feel so good-“

nerd!eren who fucks into you with no remorse, head leaned back with his lips formed in an ‘o’

nerd!eren who ends up being the biggest slut yk.

may or may not be self-indulgent. may or not be a true story. may or may not be my guy best friend.

[poppy-metal]

idk if u plan on making clingy!Reader an AU but I imagine the first time they hook up she’s just crying and babbling about how thankful she is for this, that he’s the first guy to ever want her, no one would even look at her ,, and Patrick just kinda melts and goes even harder

This may or may not be a tad bit self indulgent 🙂‍↕️ (ugly loser core)

please patrick taking readers virginity is so 🥺 he doesn't expect it to be a big deal - i mean, he knows it is for you - and he'll make it good, of course - you're not the first virgin hes fucked, and a part of him likes it. the scummy part - the part that likes that hes leaving a mark, not on your particularly, but on anyone. virginity is a construct blah blah blah, whatever - he's your first. you'll remember him. he's important, he matters.

he knows he's a bit fucked when you shake under him - and he has the urge to soothe you - so he does. strokes his hand up your trembling thigh and tells you how pretty your pussy is - parts your shining lips with his fingers and has to swallow because fuck you're small down there. he knows he's gonna stretch you out and you're gonna choke his cock - fuck, fuck fuck.

he pumps you full of his finger - crammed tight in your wet squelching cunt - forcing it open as you twitch and whine and you're so cute, you grip onto his forearm where its flexing and you let out these little hitching breaths - cant get out full sentences, hes already making you feel so good.

he wants to put his tongue on your pussy - wants to spread you all the way open as wide as he can so he can lick you where you're all pink and wet inside - tongue your clit till you cry because if you're this overwhelmed by his fingers his tongue will drive you insane. and that's bad because this is a one time thing and he knows he's not sticking around for a second, even if your sounds are cute and your pussy is so fucking hot and tight and he wants to lean down and really make you gush on his face - tongue down between your cheeks until he - but no.

he fists his cock and when he works it inside you he looks down at where you're struggling to take him in but fuck, you take it. the flared lips of your cunt splayed around the thick intrusion of the first cock in your body - he should've fucked you on a nicer bed - not his shitty fucking box spring that creaks under his knees as he forces more of himself into you - you deserve better but it doesn't matter, does it because you picked him and you're fucking gagging for it -

"so big - so big, i - oh its -"

and you reach down to feel where hes splitting you open - eyes wide in wonder like you can't believe he fits - that you're really being penetrated by a cock - and its thick and heavy and wide and pushing pushing pushing - making room where you thought there was none.

"patrick -"

you say it kind of helplessly - like you're almost scared, shocked by how much you like this new feeling. your eyes roll back and then he feels your walls clamping around him and fuck - he looks down, lips parted -

"oh fuck, baby - are you coming?"

he cant believe it. not the coming part - he's fucking golden on making people cum on his dick. its the fact that its your first time and he hasn't even gotten to the whole fucking part of you know, fucking - and you're already spasming around him and arching like its an exorcism and jesus christ he thinks this is the most turned on he's ever been in his life.

he hunkers down over you, knees sliding against the backs of your shaking thighs to spread them wide - bears down and starts working his hips - needs to feel that pussy as it cums on his dick for the first time - you wail. hands flying up to his shoulders like you dont know if you want to claw him closer or push him away.

he makes the decision for you - overpowering you easily with your wrists in his hands, pinned down on either side of you - legs forced apart to bear the brunt of his thrusts -

he gets in your face. the dogtag necklace he wears bumping your chin as his lips skim yours - "that's so fucking hot - little virgin pussy likes this big dick inside er'? dont push me away - you fucking came all over me - can fucking feel it on my balls, you little slut - fuck -" you're going cross eyed at his thrusts at his words - he can feel the effect of it, the ripple of that pussy right on the veins of his dick as he fucking pounds you. "- was gonna be gentle but you fucking botched that - you fucking take this cock -"

he thinks you're perfect - perfect and beautiful and you cling to him and take everything he gives you like its the best thing you've ever felt. his lips crash against yours - less of a kiss and more of just a hungry mawing - you open your mouth to him and let him lick inside it - fuck his tongue down your throat and when he pulls back and wraps a hand around your throat, testing, you arch into it.

and when he says "open your mouth." it opens, wide and pink inside - and when he fucking spits in it and tells you to swallow that shit you do that too, a dazed look in your eye and he realizes you'd probably let him do anything to you.

and that might be too much power for him to have.

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

#𝗗!𝗟𝗙 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥.

𓆩♡𓆪 hot dilfs in your area! no sign up, no bullshit, just hot dilfs ready to fuck! minors dni!!

feat. zhongli, jebrael, regis adri floyen, claude alger de obelia, yoo joonghyuk, młynar & lee.

cw. fem! reader, sub!reader, modern au!, established relationships, consensual somnophilia, marriage (zhongli & regis), slight degrading, dilfs, mentions of age difference, size kink/size difference, big cocks, cervix fucking, belly bulge, rough sex, kitchen sex, quickies, mating press, doggy style, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, cockwarming, blowjobs, deep throating, creampie, strength kink, sleepy sex, overstimulation, clit stimulation, squirting, pussy eating, fingering, biting, hickies, dry humping & office sex.

lati. bc i'm horny for dilfs and i just wanted to post something self-indulgent for once ajshbxa,,

#𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗜。。。!

dilf!zhongli would always find ways to trap you against the kitchen counter when his two kids, xiao and ganyu, are too busy watching cartoons. he loves how you shift here and there against his bulge, flinching when it rubs against the curve of your ass and when you have to choke back a whimper when his hands begin to rub at your hips. you don't see the way his cheeks flush when you push back into him, or the way his pupils dilate when you just barely moan, the sound like heaven to his ears. but you have to be quiet, yeah? can't let his kids see you two getting heated in the kitchen.

seeing you pamper xiao and ganyu oh so lovingly makes zhongli fantasize about pushing your legs back to your shoulders and breeding you till your tummy is all heavy and swollen with his baby. he's always using a condom when he's pounding into your messy cunt, but there's always the burning temptation within the back of his mind to fuck your gummy walls raw. he finally gets his chance when the two of you are so lost in your lust-filled frenzy that you forget all about a condom. but you just beg zhongli to cum inside, too lost within your own arousal to even care about the possibility of pregnancy and craving the newfound warmth that spills into your belly. you make him cum just like that, and zhongli doesn't waste any more time in doing his best to knock you up.

dilf!zhongli who loves to kiss and suck on your puffy clit, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs. he's addicted to the taste of your slick arousal, drilling his tongue in and around your puffy folds like a starved man. each squeal and breathless moan of his name only further spurs him further until he has to pull away to breathe. streaks of your release is swiped with a finger, which his tongue swirls around fervently in desperation as he looks at you with such intensity that lulls you further into this sensual spell.

#𝗝𝗘𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗘𝗟。。。!

jebrael who's always having to finger your pussy bc he's just so big and thick and he's super worried abt hurting your pretty cunt. but even his fingers are thick, stretching out your tight little cunny nice and wide so you can take his fat dick without becoming a sobbing whiny mess. even if you plead and whine for him to stick it in already, he gently eases you into lying back down and insists that he properly stretch you out. he knows just how big and strong he is, and he doesn't want to accidentally hurt you and leaving your pussy achy n messy.

jebrael givin' you constant creampies inside your needy cunt over n over bc he just can't stop thinkin' about how pretty you'd look with your tummy all nice and swollen with his baby. he likes to watch the cute little bulge from his hung dick pop up and down your tummy bc he knows you can barely take his dick but still you do your absolute best to accommodate his length. a babbling crying mess beneath him, you take load after load of his creamy cum until his heavy balls are completely emptied. by then, he's sure that you'll surely become pregnant with his baby.

getting manhandled into positions that let you feel just how heavy n fat jebrael's cock really is bc you keep palming his crotch just out of jeht's view or purposefully bending over to expose those pretty panties that just barely hide your cunt. leg thrown over his big broad shoulder and fingers toying with your achy clit until you messily cream around him, but you're loving every second of it. you love it when he fucks you like a dumb little slut, pushing his fat dick deep inside your needy cunt and grinding up against all your sweet spots. and he knows it too, which is why he doesn't bother holding back as much as he used to before.

#𝗥𝗘𝗚𝗜𝗦 𝗔𝗗𝗥𝗜 𝗙𝗟𝗢𝗬𝗘𝗡。。。!

sweet sweet regis who always pampers and spoils you during each love-making session, lips trailing over every inch of your body that he can reach. he makes sure to kiss and suck each and every one of your sensitive spots, leaving your skin hot and tingling as he trails lower and lower. when he reaches your dripping cunt, say goodbye to whatever free time you have bc he's gonna be there for a while. calloused thumb rubbing circles against your swollen clit while his tongue flicks and scrapes inside your gooey walls, he'll make sure that you cum at least once before the two of you become one. but with how skilled he's gotten over time, it's a given that you'll probably end up squirting by the time your husband is satisfied.

regis who wakes up to sloppy blowjobs from his pretty little wife bc she was getting so desperately needy for his fat dick. taking his cock all the way down to the base makes your jaw ache and your lips burn, but you're just so desperate to have even the tiniest sliver of your dear husband's manhood inside you right now. your husband doesn't mind having this done to him, though he's always embarrassed about feeling your pretty lips wrap around something so obscenely dirty, no matter how many times you suck him off right before he has to get ready for work.

encouraging your husband to fuck you stupid and split you open on his fat dick until you're sobbing from the overstimulation. he's never done this sort of thing before, so by a few rounds in, he's effectively yet clumsily put you in a makeshift mating press that leaves you an achy n sobbing mess. each thrust grinds his cockhead up against your cervix, drawing obscene lewd moans from your kiss swollen lips as you clench up around the thick intrusion inside of you. you gush all over him multiple times, babbling his name stupidly until he spills his thick seed inside your needy cunt again n again.

#𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗨𝗗𝗘 𝗔𝗟𝗚𝗘𝗥 𝗗𝗘 𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗔。。。!

waking up to claude grinding up against you, arms holding you in place and his face buried in the crook of your neck. you can feel him lazily sucking on your neck, you can feel him stroking your skin in languid circles, but you don't feel him so much as making an attempt to even slide himself inside. so you have to be the one to free his dick from his boxers then push the thick head into your pussy. he doesn't even really move all that much, just sighs heavily and occasionally rolls his hips into the tight heat but he wants to relish the way your folds cling onto his dick n how you spasm and flutter around him.

claude likes decorating your pretty neck with hickies n bites that'll be visible for a few days at most when you're sitting on his lap, cock nice n snug in your fluttering walls. he loves how hot and bothered you get when he starts nipping n sucking on your collarbone, he loves how you spasm n tighten up around him bc it just feels so good with his lips so near your pulse. you just look so pretty with that dumb expression, eyes blurry n drool leaking from your lips as you whine for him to properly fuck you. he just gives you one of his signature smirks and continues sucking on your pretty neck.

despite already having two daughters, claude's always fuckin' you like he's trying to knock you up, stuffing your pussy with gooey n sticky loads of his cum until it's oozing out. even if you're sobbing n whining bc the overstimulation is beginning to hurt and you're becoming stupid from the pleasure, he doesn't relent, even pinching your swollen clit in between his slender fingers. a part of him wants to see your belly all nice n swollen bc of him, wants to feel that little bump underneath the tips of his fingers. it's one of the few times you'll ever see such a desperate and soft expression on his usual stony face, and it absolutely melts you.

#𝗬𝗢𝗢 𝗝𝗢𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗞。。。!

dilf!yoo joonghyuk who fucks you doggy style in your shared bed in the morning, big hands squeezing and pulling your hips all the back with each thrust. he sets a brutal fast pace, fat n heavy balls smacking against your slick folds as he grunts and groans heavily into your ear like some kind of beast. he makes you cream around his fat dick multiple times, calloused pad of his finger aggressively rubbing at your throbby clit until you're sobbing. since his kids will be waking up soon, he doesn't bother pulling out, preferring to stuff your pretty cunt full of his thick seed to how he sees fit. it's practically dripping out in thick sticky globs onto the sheets, which he'll scoop up and shove back in to your oversensitive cunny. he needs you to take all of him.

getting folded in half by dilf!yoo joonghyuk, knees pushed back to your shoulders as he fucks you into the mattress, chasing his own high and not caring how many times you cum around him. he's watching you every second, from the way you sob as you cream around him for the nth time and how a gooey ring of white encircles his cock every time he pounds down into you. he fucks you like you're his cumdump, pumping you full of his thick load again n again regardless of your whimpers that you're "too full." something in the back of his mind is itching to see you all stuffed full, thick globs dribbling out of your abused hole when he's finished.

dilf!yoo joonghyuk who gets a little too excited when you walk into the kitchen wearing one of his oversized shirts that swallow up your frame. he lifts you up by your thighs, your arms wrapped around his strong neck for support as he pummels into you onto the counter, lost in the feeling of your walls clamping and sucking onto him for dear life even after he's cum. when he hears the sounds of his kids thumping down the stairs, he's quick to pull his cock out from your tight walls and tuck it back into his baggy sweatpants, though the sudden emptiness leave you dazed n gasping with your pretty hole gaping bc he's just so big. he stuffs your twitching pussy full with his fingers, scooping up any cum about to escape your gaping hole and stuff it all back in. it's hard enough trying not to cream around his dick when he isn't moving, but the rough pads of his fingertips scraping against your gummy walls take every last bit of strength to not cum right there and then.

#𝗠Ł𝗬𝗡𝗔𝗥。。。!

dilf!młynar who practically rearranges your insides just to fit the entirety of his thick cock inside your sopping walls, even despite previous attempts to loosen you up. you're clinging onto him desperately, whining n sniveling so prettily as the tip rubs up against your cervix, toying with nerves that make your stomach feel weird. yet you keep whimpering for him to keep going, ignoring the fact that you look about ready to pass out and wanting more of his fat dick to pummel your tight walls. his dick is just that good; how could you possibly think of anything else but needing it inside of you right now?

suckin' off dilf!młynar when he buries his nose in the newspaper, brain utterly fried from dealing with the unimaginable stress from his job. peppering the thick head with soft kisses laving your tongue all over the sides then burying his thick length all the way down your throat. his deep n hoarse voice groans out your name, mumbling curses and sucking in breaths as you take more n more of his fat dick into your throat. he even starts ever so slightly bucking his hips up into the slick warmth, relishing in the feeling of all thoughts about work leaving his mind and the pleasure that you always do your best to provide for him. you make him cum just like that, and you eagerly swallow up all he has to give.

cockwarming dilf!młynar when you visit him in his overtime hours at the office, keeping his dick nice and warm in your gummy walls. suckin' in shaky breaths bc he's just so big and you swear you can feel the tip threatening to breach your womb every time you shift about on his lap. sometimes he just gets so stressed and annoyed from his workload that he starts snapping his hips up into the tight heat of your pussy, your slick staining his pants with wet squelches. don't even think about trying to run away, bc he's gonna have a hand on your tummy locking you down and taking his fat dick all the way to the hilt. when he cums inside, it'll stay plugged up inside your walls, at least until he finishes with his work and can properly fuck you like you deserve.

#𝗟𝗘𝗘。。。!

dilf!lee whose big hands traverse and grope you whenever you're riding him, reminding you just how much bigger he is. he may be an old man, as he says, but it's cute when fat tears stain your cheeks because he keeps twiddling your engorged clit. honestly he's such a big perv, always teasing you when you cream around his cock like he wasn't the one rolling your nipples between his calloused fingers and chuckling when your walls flutter around him.

dilf!lee who always makes a mess of your pussy when he cums inside, curved tip pressed right up against your cervix. but how can you blame him when you're always begging him to breed you full, to make your belly full with his cum. he's sure that it's just the pleasure getting to your head, but who is he to deny his sweetheart what she wants? though he's not sure that he can even knock you up in the first place, but hey, there's no harm in trying, right?

mornings where there is little paperwork and not many operations to be had are rare, but they're lee's favorite, nonetheless. he can spend the entire morning, maybe even the entire day if he's lucky, just sloppily fucking your pretty little cunny and filling you with his gooey release. it's as if he's trying to split you in half, big calloused hands rubbing at your tummy as he nuzzles into your neck. it'd be sweet if it weren't for when he bites the juncture of your neck a bit too hard.

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#14•𝚅𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚖•#14

𝙰𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚖 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝙺𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚑 ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ ¹.⁵ᵏ

The front door shuts with a soft click, Kaveh places his keys in a bowl at the entrance of the home. He didn't bother calling out his presence, it was far too late O'Clock. Kaveh was lucky he managed to snag his keys that morning, who knows where he would be sleeping if he couldn't get into the house. He was sure you'd let him in, if he knocked on your window or something, chastise him while giving him a pretty smile. The sleepy man shakes his head and pitters through the living room, dodging the sharp corners of the coffee table in the pitch black. He heads in the direction of his humble abode, Archons, what he wouldn't give to lay down.

Kaveh stops short at a noise, a noise of.. pain? He turns, the sound coming from the adjacent room in the other hall. Alhaitham's room specifically. He knew the man got up to some funny business from time to time, definitely not the usual work a lowly Scribe was assigned. Maybe he was hurt? He was far too prideful to let anyone see. Kaveh purses his lips in thought, maybe he should check on him.. Alhaitham was his landlord after all, it was the least he could do. He maybe did care about him a little, a lot.. a whole lot.. He has a passing thought on where You were at this hour, maybe you were sleeping. Or out? If you were hearing this you'd be bashing at his door.

Kaveh sighs softly and makes his way over to the other side of the house, silently maneuvering back through the living room - He totally wasn't afraid of disturbing the man and he didn't want to assess the situation before bothering him. Absurd. If you called Kaveh an overthinker he would deny it.. And then contemplate if you even liked him in the first place. He finds his way near Alhaitham's door, the soft glow of a lamp dances out from a crack. He'd left it open, he supposed that was normal maybe? For a lunatic at least.

Kaveh hides in the darkness, peering into the crack in Alhaitham's door - because he was concerned. His eyes widen and he steps back, his heart races, his pulse blasts in his neck. Respectfully - What. The. Fuck?

On thing he wasn't expecting to see was Alhaitham's raging boner. Or better yet, You on Alhaitham's raging BONER!

The last thing he expected to see was his two roommates fucking. Excuse his language - when did this come about? Kaveh should leave, like yesterday, like last week. He really shouldn't be here, this was a private moment between two.. lovers? People that lived together? The two people he'd fallen head over heels for? Ask him and he'll deny it. And yet, he feels something, a nasty twisting achey feeling in his tummy. Jealousy? Something along those lines. Jealousy for the two that caught his affections enjoying eachothers company and not his. Was something like that even possible?

Kaveh needed to go back to his room, wallow away in self pity in his bed while he cuddled a bottle of rich, red wine. And yet. His feet wouldn't move, not past the cracked door, not past the view of your pretty pussy, hugging Alhaitham's cock as you rode him. Kaveh's hand absent-mindedly reaches for the bulge in his pants, hot and throbbing behind his trousers. Was it wrong? Perhaps. But something in Kaveh's mind stirred, a sick thought. If he was to never have either of them he might as well indulge just this once.

He listens to you moan, whining sweet praises down to the man below, babbling about just how big he was. Just how good he felt. He hears Alhaitham's smooth voice cut through your whimpers, tucking your hair behind your ear as you fuck yourself in his lap.

"Shh.. quiet… quiet baby, don't want Kaveh to hear huh? He'll be home any minute.." He hears his low voice taunt playfully. Too late now, Kaveh muses, sliding his hand into the waistband of his pants. You keen loudly, rolling your hips harder into Alhaitham's groin. He sees your milky cunt clench his fat cock, sliding up and down, creating the prettiest, creamiest ring on Alhaitham's length. The aforementioned man groans, large hands coming to your hips, now in control of your pace.

"Tightening up on me… Not thinking of him are you?" Kaveh couldn't decipher Alhaitham's tone, his head was far too heavy. His palm wraps around his achey pink head, he nearly hisses through his teeth. He flicks his wrist, jerking himself off to the sight of you. Alhaitham steadies his feet under himself, gripping tightly at your pretty, jiggly ass. He grinds his hips upward, fucking up into your milky pussy. Kaveh watches your puffy lips squeeze at Alhaithams thick length, sheening prettily in the light of the lamp, glossy and oh so lickable.

Kaveh felt like a sick old pervert. He was at least two years their senior, their upperclassman, a tutor a mentor, a perverted man rubbing one out while he watched his pretty babies fuck eachother stupid. He couldn't care. Did not care. Your sweet pretty pussy looked too good wrapped around Alhaitham's cock.

Kaveh shoves two fingers into his own mouth, imagining the thick, delicious stretch of Alhaitham's length. Imagining the sweet taste of your cunt on his tongue. Imagining gagging on Alhaitham's fat cockhead, licking up the sweet concoction of his spunky cum and your creamy pussy. Kaveh rolls a thumb over his flushed head, teasing at his slit, catching the dribbling pre that oozed from his cock. He nearly moans, he catches it on his fingers, gagging himself while he dumbly fucks his own mouth.

He hears you moan, loud and wanton, nearly sobbing as Alhaitham plows into your gushy pussy. Gods he was close, about to cum and make a mess in his pants like a stupid bitch.

"Alhaitham! Haitham~ Haika-.... Haitham! Kave-Haitham-" You babble and squeal, too fucked out to get your words straight. Kaveh felt the same, brain fogged and stupid, nearly hearing his own name spout from your pretty mouth.

"Gonna come baby? Yeah..? Come on, come on sweetheart.. come on my cock" Alhaitham's voice is strained, he was surely not going to last any longer. His eyes lock to your weeping pussy as you cry out. You mess over Alhaitham's lap, cunt gushing wetly over his balls, creaming over his thick length. Alhaitham follows suit, milked by your pretty pussy. Kaveh watches Alhaitham's thick, creamy cum spill out of your hole as he fucks you through your orgasms. He sees your arousal dribbling down his heavy balls as you squeal and keen into the man below you. Kaveh's eyes roll back and he's sure he nearly passes out. He busts in his palm, spilling hot ropes of cum right into his pants, he bites down hard on his fingers, drooling spit down his chin.

He steps back, accidentally scuffing his foot against the floorboard. Shit. Kaveh's stomach drops, any ounce of clarity gone. He was a dirty old pervert and he was going to get kicked out and publicly shamed and he was never going to see the light of day again because he was going to prison for the rest of eternity. Dramatics aside he was terrified.

He hears an airy giggle, and then a low chuckle, a soft peck of a kiss and your sweet pretty voice;

"Kaveh baby~ Come snuggle~" He hears. His brain short circuits. What?

He musters the courage to peep through the door once again, his ruby red eyes glimmer in the lamp light. He looks between the two, vision darting between you and Alhaitham, now laid on the bed next to each other. He focuses on Alhaitham, tilting his head and scrunching his brow in confusion. The man tuts, smiles and beckons him, patting the comforter they laid upon.

Surely this was a trap, a guise to get him in there and beat him up or something. You giggle again, jumping up from the bed and making your way to the door. You give a downturned smile before pulling at the accessorized collar of his clothes. You drag him over and command him to strip down - enough to be comfy in bed.

Kaveh does as he's told and he's dragged into bed from behind, a pair of strong arms wrap around his torso. Alhaitham breathes him in, sighing and snuggling into the back of his neck. Kaveh relaxes into the touch, it was odd but not unwelcome. You come to his front, tucking yourself into his chest.

You look up at him, nuzzling your nose into his lips as you speak, babbling about how it's cute he watched them and he's so cute when he's confused. Alhaitham grumbles in short agreements, tightening his arms in short squeezes of acknowledgement.

The nasty twist of jealousy in his tummy quickly fades into something less sickly. Soft and fond and full. Maybe he could have both of you.

I thought of them and then I wroted them i blacked out and here we are😔

I just- I can't live without Kavehaitham please let me hAve this </3

They break my writers block uwu

Yes I'm behind on my days, no I don't wanna talk about it 😭

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tags: itoshi!sister, baby itoshi is named kei, fluff, sae and rin as older brothers, some spoilers for the u20 match !!, this is v self indulgent tbh 😭 kinda ooc characters im sorry

first post !! also not proofread lols again this is p much self indulgent oml ending is rushed my mind went blank,, i tend to coddle my baby cousins A LOT and ive been missing them these days so it led to this 😧

“hey prodigy boy, a little lady’s looking for you.” aiku announced, entering the break room with a miniscule smirk on his face.

sae merely raised a brow, coldly saying, “send them away.” aiku laughed, waving his hand in the air, “i can’t do that. she seems very persistent. i feel like she’ll cry if she gets sent away.”

getting annoyed, sae dropped his bag. rolling his eyes as he stomped his way out of the room. he opened the door, prepared to tell the tepid creature to scram off, only to be met with air.

“are you fucking with me, you selfish captain?” sae muttered to himself, about to close the door. pausing halfway when he hears small mutters.

“nii, up.” looking down, sae sees his little sister, no older than three years, looking up at him with raised arms. “kei,” sae lets out a grunt as he picks her up. running his eyes through her figure once she’s nested in his arms. quirking a brow at the familiar looking blue pentagon brooch pinned at her jacket. 

“why are you alone? where’s mom?”, sae interrogated, fingers tucking her maroon locks behind her ear. “i’m with nanny. told her i’ll be back.” kei replied, fiddling with the string around her brother’s neck.

“okay, you’ve seen me. now go back to nanny.”

“no! wan’ see rin-nii, too.” kei whined, arms tightening around sae when he tried to put her down.  at the mention of the name, sae’s face scrunched up, reminded of the not-so-good relationship he has with his brother. “do you know your way? i can’t bring you there ‘cause my manager’s looking for me.” at that, kei nodded. placing her palms on his face and kissing his cheek before wriggling down his hold. “do you have your phone? i’ll text your nanny where you are. stay safe, alright?” sae crouched down, pinching her cheek.

“i will. bye-bye!” kei waved at him before dashing off to where her rin-nii could be.

—

kei’s lost. at first she was confident she’ll reach her rin-nii in record time, but after a few turns in this maze of a facility, kei’s starting to lose hope. tears brimming at her eyes, letting out sniffles.

—

with blue lock winning the match against japan’s u20, it’s safe to say the excitement hasn’t really died down. now done with showering and freshening up, the athletes are now on their way to the cafeteria, where a feast is waiting for them, as anri said. 

“that was a fun match! i’ve never played a match with so many talented players before! hell! i wasn’t even expecting we were gonna win!” bachira babbled excitedly. at his chatter, chigiri’s brows furrowed, “what do you mean you weren’t inspecting us to–”

“do you guys hear that?”, isagi hushed them. 

“...hear what?” reo asked. “it’s like someone’s crying” isagi answered, looking around for a person crying?

“is that a child?” nagi, who had been silent throughout the walk, pointed out the small figure not too far from them. bachira, ever the happy person, approached the crying child. “hi! are you okay? why is a little girl like you crying?” he asked, now on his knees in front of the child.

“can’t find my nii. ‘m lost.” kei muttered. feeling comfortable with the stranger before her, she went closer to him, hands now gripping his shirt.

“do you want us to help you find your brother?” this time, it was chigiri who asked. also crouched in front of her as he wiped her tear-stained face. “wan’ my nii.” the little girl uttered out, cries gone and was left sniffling. 

as bachira and chigiri were comforting the little girl, reo can’t help but feel familiar with the child. has he seen her before? he can’t really recall. looking over at isagi, it seems like he has the same thoughts as well.

“doesn’t she look like rin-chan? so cute!” bachira exclaimed, now holding kei in his arms, cooing at her cheeks. hearing her brother’s name, kei perked up. eyes twinkling at bachira, silently pleading to lead her to her brother. 

“oh? is he your nii?” when kei nodded, bachira turned to isagi and handed him the child. “isagi will bring you to your brother. right, isagi?” 

while panicking inside, isagi couldn’t help but sigh softly when kei looks at him expectantly. “i’ll take her to rin. save us some food.” isagi bid them goodbye. over his shoulders, kei waved at the group of boys left behind. 

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“what’s your name?” isagi sparked up a conversation, the awkward silence getting to him. “kei and ‘m three!”

“what’s your name?” kei asked him, resting her head on his shoulders. “me? i’m isagi. i play soccer. do you play soccer, kei?” 

“no, can’t push the ball by myself.” kei pouted, recalling the times she tried to do the sport both her brothers love. “then you have to eat a lot so you get strong and kick the ball by yourself.” isagi told her, a palm resting on her back.

“we’re here. are you good by yourself?” isagi put her down. kei nodded at him, smiling at him in gratitude. “thank you, ‘sagi.” 

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rin can’t help but be disappointed. at himself or at his brother? he’s not entirely sure. maybe he’s angry instead? he doesn’t know surely, too. sat alone in the break room with a towel over his head, rin curses inwardly as multiple thoughts run over his head. small pats on his knee made him look up. as teal eyes meet with another set of teal eyes, rin wasn’t expecting to see his little sister in here. let alone, by herself. “kei, are you alone?”, rin hushed out, picking her up and settling him on his lap, facing his body. 

“wan’ see rin-nii. miss rin-nii.” despite his cold demeanor, it’s no doubt that itoshi rin has a soft spot for his sister. always the sweet and loving child she is, unaware of the darkest sides of the world as she keeps lighting up every corner of their home and their hearts.

“rin-nii missed you too. have you eaten yet?” rin hummed, tugging kei closer and fixing a part of her hair that got messed up.

“i cooked my lunch! nanny helped me with the stove but i made my lunch by myself.” kei puffed up her chest, boasting about her blooming skills in the kitchen. “that so? should we go to the cafeteria? i think they have your favorite.”

“what we waiting for? let’s go! hurry!” with eyes gleaming at the sound of food, kei got off and started pulling her brother’s hand. “you wait here, i’ll just freshen up.” rin told her, arms under her arms as he sat her on the bench.

“rin-nii.” kei called out. “yeah?”

“can i sit with ‘sagi?” 

“WHAT?”

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A few headcanons for Captain John Price x anxious Reader (gender neutral) for self-indulgent reasons (sfw):

You tried so hard for so long to keep your anxiety hidden from John but he’s a smart man, he figured out something was wrong well before you ever let on.

If he sees your hands getting shaky, he’ll curve his warm, strong palm over the back of your neck to ground you.

“Just breathe, love. Take a deep breath for me, yeah? That’s it.”

In crowded places, he’ll hold your hand, or keep his hand anchored at the small of your back as reassurance that he’s there for you.

Will take your hand and tuck it into the crook of his elbow, too.

When you try to sneak away to ward off an impending panic attack that you can feel barreling down on you at 100mph, John had already clocked that something was off. You were fidgety, wide-eyed, and short of breath, so he kept an eye on you, even if he’d been distracted and his attention pulled elsewhere.

So when you disappeared, he goes looking for you.

Finds you huddled in the bathroom or a closet, hugging your knees to your chest, wheezing and hiccuping.

“Hey, hey, sweetheart, what’s all this? No, don’t hide your face from me.”

He takes your hand as he sits beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, tucking you into the solid warmth of his side.

“Squeeze my hand. Good girl/boy. Breathe with me. You’re all right. Everything is going to be fine, love. It’s okay.”

When you won’t stop apologizing, he doesn’t snap at you to stop it. He doesn’t lose his patience for repeatedly reminding you that it’s not your fault and you have nothing to apologize for.

At first, he’ll brush a kiss to your temple, his breath warm, his beard scratchy.

“We’ll work through it together, yeah?”

And if you continue to babble apologies, he’ll grasp your chin with a firm but gentle hand and he’ll tilt your head to look him in the eye.

“Enough of that now, love,” he says, his voice soft but his tone indicating it wasn’t up for debate. “You’re not a burden. You’re not broken. And this doesn’t change a damn thing about the way I feel toward you.”

When you start spiraling down a what if rabbit hole, catastrophizing, John will use that same soft, commanding tone to bring you back to the present. He won’t coddle you but he won’t berate you either. He knows the best way for you to manage your anxiety is confronting and changing your thought patterns on your own so you feel empowered to do it again the next time it happens.

But he will ALWAYS make sure that you don’t feel abandoned, that you know you have his support.

When he physically can’t be there, especially when he’s wrapped up in a mission, he leaves you a letter or a notebook “for emergencies” so that you still have his words with you even if he can’t be present with you right now.

When your thoughts are keeping you awake and your brain won’t calm down, John will roll over, drape the weight of his arm around your middle, and mumble tired words into your neck with a voice rough from sleep.

“Don’t think about that, love. Think about the first time I kissed you. Do you remember how tongue-tied you were? You were so bloody shy, it was adorable.”

When you tell him about something you were struggling with - like fighting off anxiety at work, or going into a new place by yourself even though you were scared to death - this man’s face gets SO SOFT FOR YOU. A warm smile spreads across his face and he envelopes you in a hug, kissing the top of your head as he whispers that he’s so fucking proud of you, love.

If you take medication for your anxiety, he’ll make sure you have a little dish for your pills at every meal so you don’t take them on an empty stomach and you start your day off right.

If you don’t take medication but you use other methods to cope, i.e. yoga, meditation, etc., he’ll make sure your space is comfortable, safe, and clean. Asks if you have yoga/meditation on your schedule today.

If you have a particularly bad day and all your progress feels like you’ve taken ten giant steps back, John won’t bat an eye. And he won’t pressure you to “get over it”.

He’ll order your food for you as soon as you give the signal.

He’ll cover for you seamlessly at parties when you need to excuse yourself early.

He’ll make that call you’ve been dreading for ages.

But John also recognizes when you need to face those things on your own, too. He can tell when you’re just not up for it because you’re exhausted and your headspace is Not Great.

He also knows you well enough to recognize when you could tackle the issue but you’re simply trying to avoid it. That’s when he’ll push you, because he fully believes in you, even if you don’t believe in yourself.

If you’re the type to get anxious about the news, or triggering topics in movies/tv shows/etc, he’ll gladly shift the conversation away from the news and onto more pleasant topics. And he’ll vet movies and tv shows beforehand, warning you exactly where triggers might be and offering alternatives if you’d prefer something else instead.

Sometimes, you get into a really bad headspace. You question why John tolerates all the work you put him through in this relationship. You question why a man like him in a high stress, violent, dangerous job would ever want to be around someone like you who struggles to make a phone call without freaking out.

John will turn his FULL attention on you in moments like that. Everything comes to a stop.

He takes your arms and loops them around his waist so you hold onto him like an anchor.

Then he cups your face in his hands as he looks at you.

And he reminds you that you are not your anxiety. It’s a symptom, a physical response, like a hiccup. He loves the person that you are, your kind heart and your laugh and your sense of humor.

He will gladly do the work required to keep you in his life because he thinks you’re worth it. It’s not your fault that you feel this way, and he sees how hard you try to manage it.

He doesn’t regret a moment of your relationship, even when your anxiety wakes him up, or when he has to repeat himself a dozen times because no, honey, I swear, I’m not mad at you.

John sees glimpses of confidence in you when you feel empowered and supported. He sees you grow stronger through his patience with you. That’s why he believes you’re worth the “hassle” as you call it. You’re not a hassle to him.

He compares it to managing his team - when any of them doubt themselves, it’s because they don’t feel supported, it’s because they feel like their team members don’t believe in them. His team thrives on hard won trust, mutual respect, and the psychological safety that comes with knowing someone has their back when things get ugly.

That’s what he wants to be for you.

“What if you get tired of me?” you whisper.

He shakes his head. “You know I’m too stubborn for that, love. I don’t give up easy.”

No matter what private war zone you have going on in your head, John is a fighter and he’ll always forge through the chaos to fight alongside you.

Masterlist

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EDGAR ALLAN POE SMUT HCS.

E. A. Poe | BSD x Gender-Neutral Reader Smut Headcanons .

warnings ; smut, my pussy wrote this and its 3 am prepare for errors, body worship, cunnilingus, blowjob, face sitting, breeding mention, praise kink, cowgirl position, etc.

authors note ; hi guys .. im a bsd fan .. a big one ... and i fucking love poe so much im obsessed with him . this entire thing is self indulgent i swear to you (which is why female anatomy is mentioned more in this . sorry guys TvT) . sighs deeply .... anyways go read ttyl ! ^_^

✦ Poe's a Sub. 100%. But occasionally, he's not -- and on those occasions he's a Service Dom.

✦ He acts high and mighty, yet nearly crumbles from the slightest bit of teasing from you. He stammers and whines so pathetically from just a simple touch. If you leave Poe alone after that, later you'll feel him wrap his hands around your waist and meekly grind against you to show how hard he is for you.

✦ Poe loves when you gently place kisses on his body, especially his neck. He's the most sensitive there. Bite him there and you'll receive the most pitiful whimpers you ever heard. His tip gets all sticky from just that alone .. please stroke him off , he deserves it :((

✦ Speaking of Poe's dick, it's HUGE. It's a little girthy and very long. He simply has big dick energy I don't know what to tell you. He cums so much, too. Hot, sticky, salty ropes always gush out load by load, emptying himself out. He has so much more, though .. <3

✦ A pillow prince when he's subbing. He's an absolute mess when you suck his dick, his whimpers and babbles filling the room while you bob your head and swirl your tongue around him. He begs to cum, even if you never asked him to.

✦ Service Dom Poe isn't entirely different.. But you can easily tell them apart.

✦ Poe always does body worship. He'll kiss you all the way down your body like you do for him, mumbling praise as his lips touch your warm skin.

✦ His favorite part of you to kiss is your thighs. If you're plus sized or have larger thighs you're putting him in pure bliss, I'm telling you. Poe would bury himself in them if he could.

✦ On that note, Poe is into face sitting. Heavily. He likes it when you close your thighs around his head when you cum, along with you grind on his tongue and make a mess on his face.

✦ He himself isn't exactly a messy eater, though. Poe's slow and calculated, sucking and flicking your clit with his tongue exactly the way you like it. He doesn't mind if you squirm either; it lets him know how well he's doing. The same applies if you have a dick - he sucks at a reasonable pace, and doesn't mind if you start to facefuck him.

✦ Poe's so focused on pleasing you he denies his own needs. He'd deny his own orgasm just to feel you cum around his cock a little more .. He just wants to make you feel good :((

✦ Please praise him. Doesn't matter if Poe's subbing or dominating; just do it. It's his favorite thing ever. He loves to give and receive it.

✦ Poe likes to make you read his novels when he's giving you head or fucking you. The way you stammer and sputter always makes him smile.

✦ Poe writes out the fantasies he has of you nearly all the time. They range from you topping him, fucking him until he can't cum anymore to Poe breeding you, his thick cum pouring out of your stuffed hole. He never lets anyone read them - not even you.

✦ His favorite position is Cowgirl. It works for when he's a sub and a dom -- you can take control, riding him while he grips the sheets desperately, or he can hold you by your hips to help you bounce on him; yanking out your fourth orgasm for the night. Poe loves the duality of it.

✦ Aftercare with Poe is very sweet! When he subs he's tired as fuck, so he ushers you to join him for bed and whispers about how much he loves you as you both doze off. When he doms, he's not as tired, but he's all over you making sure you're okay and if you need anything. He's infatuated with you, his various love poems for you has proof of that.

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