#he also just ties it in a bun for him sometimes

[solisitude]

sirius ties remus' shoes for him (particularly around the full) because his knees trouble him and remus braids sirius' hair for him because his ma taught him how.

[carbonfiction]

i know the general census is that frank is gentle but how would he handle if his little bunny that seemed all innocent and shy liked it insanely rough? not just spanking and backshots “rough” but face slapping and grabbing, breath play like holding her mouth and nose, intense manhandling like chokeholds and being held in the air to show how small she is in his arms and lowk clit torture. and she likes to act all delicate because she is and can’t even fit him all the way in after training and also squirts from a few touches to her clit but she likes being broken and wants him to use every ounce of his strength to do that and i need him to skullfuck me with my hands tied behind my back with a vibrator assaulting my clit…and then he slaps my cheek over and over and then pulling out to put me in a chokehold until i’m bruised 🐳 glasses anon i need him to break five pairs monthly from how rough he is i need him to CORRUPT MEEE

FIRSTLY!! 🐳ANON HELLOO<33 I have missed you<3

Please you are so real, it’s like actually a carnal needdddd how bad I need frank to hold my jaw and coo filthy filthy things at me while he blows out my back. And you are SO right on the corruption and skull fucking omggggg. Oh and I also wanna add bc of this ask (and my absolutely foul thoughts on born again bearded frank) I ammmm working on a rougher/mean!Frankie piece rn and I am quaking each time I open the draft. I cannot wait to get a sec to get it finished for y’all <3

im praying this is understandable enough though and not complete waffle😭 I struggle trying to get my thoughts out clearly enough sometimes if ya couldn’t already tell🥲 18+smut thoughts below the cut inc themes of rough sex, breath play/choking, Size kink? Doggy/prone? Was the goal anyway😭Overstimulation, bodily fluids and aftercare (pleeeeease lmk if I've missed anything, i always go blank tagging😭)

Buuuuuuut buckle up! in response to this, I feel like if there’s anyone who can offer the rough stuff it’s him yk? Obviously if you were to let him, no mattwr how embarrassed you could be about it, he'd listen openly. But just know there would be SO many conversations beforehand on likes, dislikes, hard limits, safe words, boundary’s ect, and this goes for both of you! Neither of you want to make the other uncomfortable, especially not in a moment that takes such a level of sexual intimacy, trust and even respect. (Even when being deceptively disrespectful sometimes)

Frank strikes me (and im sure many of you guys) as task motivated so if his baby bun wants something a certain way, he’s going to ensure everything is correct for her to get it. He loves you too much to do anything without afformentioned confirmation. This also includes a lot of discussion on what sort of thing you need for aftercare within those moments when things get heavy too-

And I say those moments bc I don’t think he’d always indulge it? like dont get me wrong, he’d do it, but it’s not going to be every single time you fuck yk? He might incorporate bits here and there like a lil hard tap on the cheek for your attention “eyes on me, yeah, there she is, theres my dirty girl” or a hand on the neck “that feelin good sweetheart? That pretty head gettin all fuzzy?”

Perhaps frank even indulges you with licks of overstim outside of those moments, forfilling it with whatever form is within the mood- vibe, his mouth or fingers. “Shhh, You can take it. Taken more than this before, atta girl, you feel it, aint gotta think, just gotta keep cummin”

But the whole shebang? The whole 9 yards of him getting reeeeal rough, properly leaving marks, really manhandling or getting intensely mean would definitely be different; perhaps even almost planned? Like for example those moments are reserved for say arguments sake, ovulation, pent up stress relief or when your headspace is feeling a specific way?

The way he fucks, the way he talks and touches you? All Completely different to how frank would usually operate in the bedroom and that’s not a bad thing in the slightest!! I just personally feel it would take as much out of frank to do it as it would for you to take it yk?

But That being said he would be disgustingly good with it when he does use it <3

Wrapping his big bicep beneath your chin as he fucks into you harshly from behind, the other hand pinching and slapping at your tits- the taugt buds of your nipples- sharply enough to make you jerk and gasp. Problem is though, the more you jerk and react the more he tightens his hold, squeezing you in the headlock until he can feel the flutters of your cunt and the heaves of your chest. His massive body completely draped over yours, the weight of him pressing you down toward the mattress, hips pummelling your backside in a brutal fashion, punching deep and fast. "Fuckin tight little hole's squeezin my cock, you like not bein able to breathe? feelin me in your tummy?" the hand at your tits drifting to press at your stomach making you squeak, the pressure intensifying the pleasure coursing through you. "Yeaaah, yeah you love all that cock in there dontcha Bun, greedy fuckin girl. Made for it, just lettin me use that pussy how i want"

That hand (sometimes then reaching for your vibe if the mood so runs that way) will then drift further down to your puffy clit, already oversensitive and abused from prior attention. Frank slaps it once, twice, three times before immediately massaging tight, quick figure eights until you practically end up limp in his grip, eyes rolling back as you cum again with a choked, almost gargled moan. Your cunt squeezing him almost as tight as the grip on your neck before he lets go; letting euphoria take over your body with each gasp of oxygen that fills your lungs.

Frank does not stop until he feels you physically cannot cum anymore (or you Safeword!!). He fucks you through orgasm after orgasm (even his own) until you’re nothing short of a mess, practically trembling like a newborn deer and the slightest brush on your clit has your legs closing with a broken yowl. Panting body absolutely covered with various marks, drying spit, slick and cum.

The aftercare, while hes incredible with it generally, is then a complete 180 however- gone is all the roughness of his movements, the sharpness of his words. Replaced by touchs that are feather light and words careful, quiet grumbles as he checks in on you. "Hey pretty girl.. Heads all hazy huh? I know.. But i gotcha, franks gotcha, your safe."

Once you've had a drink and a little bite to eat, some fruit or something simple, he'll always carry you to the bathroom and only leave you to change the sheets as you sit to pee (bc christ forbid a uti on his watch-) then you can lean back against his chest in the warm water of the bath he left running, his broad body sat behind yours as he gets you clean without you even needing to move.

Whispers of soft praise and gentle shushes filling the echoing bathroom as he ensures every sensitive inch of skin is clean even when your eyes droop. "Shhh, i know.. Know its sore baby, just one more moment. One more swipe n' ill leave it alone yeah?" punctuated with a soft kiss to your temble that an hour ago you wouldn't of been able to even dream of him doing.

Frank dries you off with the softest towl you own, of course warmed by the dryer. soothing your skin with a lotion and/or balm you love. Never forgetting to pay extra gentle attention to the red welts on your ass, thighs and chest as he tells you how gorgeous you are in a moment that sometimes, you can feel anything but.

He'll help you into the pajamas you choose (wether your own or one of his shirts/boxers) and not bat a single eye if wearing panties to bed is too uncomfortable for you to handle.

Once fully comfortable his first mission is to then get you a propper snack or little meal. Insisting food is fuel and you need it after everything he put you through as he treads of to the kitchen. Coming back to then execute mission number 2: laying down with you resting cuddled up on his chest.

Fingers softly running over your arm as he presses kisses anywhere he can with little movement. "Doin okay sweetheart? You tell me if you need anything else alright? Nothins too much for my girl." " so proud of you, ya know that?"

"Gettin sleepy down there? I know..shh, you get some rest. Not goin anywhere i promise, Love you sweetheart"

[rowdyluv]

Sleepless in Pittsburgh

Summary: Sidney and Y/n are supposed to be taking turns getting up at night to take care of their infant.

Warnings: none?

Notes: request @thedevilrisen

In the quiet sanctuary of their suburban home, Sidney and Y/n danced a nightly ritual that was as tender as it was tiring. Their baby girl, a delightful bundle of eight months, had just been fed and was now nestled in Sidney's strong arms, her eyes drooping as she fought the call of sleep. The nursery, a soft palette of pastels, hummed with the gentle white noise machine designed to help soothe her, a modern lullaby that filled the room. Y/n, her hair tied back in a loose bun, moved quietly, finishing up the bedtime routine. She glanced over at Sidney, who wore a look of quiet determination, his soft gaze fixed on their daughter's sleepy face. His eyes filled with raw pure joy and love. Emotions that strong had only ever been shared with her before.

With a soft sigh, the baby's eyes finally closed, and Sidney carefully placed her in the crib. The couple exchanged a knowing look, one that spoke of shared responsibilities and silent promises. They had agreed to take turns getting up in the night to ensure that neither was overwhelmed by the constant wake-up calls. It was a plan that had worked well, or so Sidney thought. Y/n had been shouldering more of the childcare lately, and it was etched on her face, in the dark circles beneath her eyes and the way she moved with a slightly slower grace than usual. He felt a twinge of guilt, but also a fierce protectiveness. He knew she was tired, but she never complained, not even when he could see her stifling yawns. She would never complain about being tired because of a little extra responsibility on her because Sidney was a little more busy with work. She knew way before the thought of having a child ever entered her mind that this would be a different rodeo.

Sidney held out his hand to Y/n, and she took it gratefully, her own feeling small and cold. They padded out of the nursery together, the floorboards creaking slightly under their weight. As they entered their bedroom, the room was bathed in the soft glow of the moon, which streamed through the curtains and painted intricate patterns on the wooden floor. The room was a sanctuary of their own, filled with the faint scent of the vanilla candles Y/n had lit earlier to create a calming atmosphere. Their bed looked inviting, the crumpled sheets whispering of a much-needed rest.

Sidney could see the exhaustion etched in every line of Y/n's face as she climbed into bed. Him being gone for road games and simply being so worn out from home games, she was getting up more often than not. Plus she was here all day with the little one and it was taking a toll on her. He had noticed it in the way she had been quieter than usual, and how she sometimes forgot simple things like where she had put the baby's pacifier, and it would still be in her hand. As he sat down next to her, his thoughts swirling with love and concern, he made a silent vow to do more. He didn't want her to bear this burden alone. He couldn’t become that type of dad.

Gently, he kissed the top of her head, his lips lingering for a brief moment, a silent promise of support. She leaned into the touch, closing her eyes and letting out a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world. They both knew the baby could stir at any moment, but for now, they had a few precious minutes to themselves. Sidney pulled the covers up to their chins and wrapped an arm around her, feeling her body melt into his warmth. The room was silent except for the steady rhythm of their breathing, which synced up almost immediately.

They lay there, the moonlight playing across their faces, the lines of fatigue standing out in stark relief. Sidney studied Y/n's features, the way her eyelashes fanned out on her cheeks, the soft curve of her nose, the gentle slope of her neck. She was beautiful, even exhausted. He felt a pang of regret for the moments he had missed, the nights he had been away for his games, unable to share in the middle-of-the-night moments that had bonded them so deeply.

The sudden wail of their baby girl pierced the quiet, jolting them both awake. Sidney sat up, his heart racing. Y/n's eyes snapped open, and she started to push herself up, but he placed a firm, reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I've got this one," he whispered, his voice low and steady. She looked at him, a mix of surprise and relief in her eyes, and nodded, collapsing back onto the pillow. Asleep almost instantaneously.

Sidney slid out of bed, his bare feet landing softly on the cool floor. He knew the drill by heart now; tiptoe to the nursery, check on her, soothe her, lay her back down, and maybe get a little more sleep before the next round. The crib's mobile twirled gently in the dim light, casting shadows on the walls. He picked her up, her small body fitting perfectly into the crook of his arm, and cradled her close to his chest. Her cries grew quieter, and she nestled her head into the nook of his shoulder, seeking comfort. He rocked her gently, feeling the weight of her trust in his arms, and he was filled with a fierce love that seemed to surpass any tiredness he felt.

As he sat in the rocking chair, he couldn't help but think of the times he'd seen Y/n do this. The way she'd coo and whisper sweet nothings, the gentle strokes of her hand on their daughter's back, the way she'd rock back and forth with such a natural rhythm. It was moments like these that made him realize just how much she did for their little family. And it was moments like these that he realized he needed to do more to share the load of work.

After soothing their baby girl back to sleep, he gently placed her back into the crib, the soft cradle of the mattress welcoming her tiny form. As he backed away, her eyes fluttered for a moment, as if she was searching for the source of the movement. He held his breath, willing her to stay asleep. When she finally settled again, he let out a sigh of relief and turned to leave.

Sidney tiptoed back to his and Y/n’s shared bedroom, his steps measured so as not to disturb the peaceful silence. He slid into bed next to her, feeling the warmth of her body as she stirred slightly in her sleep. He watched her for a moment, her chest rising and falling evenly, and allowed himself a small smile.

The digital clock next to the bed read 4:00 AM. He knew that this was likely not the last time the baby would wake up tonight. It was a cycle that had become all too familiar. But this time, something was different. He couldn’t shake the feeling that Y/n needed the rest more. He’d been up three times now, her twice. He didn’t want her up again if possible.

So, he made a decision.

He would stay in the nursery for the rest of the night.

Sidney carefully picked up the baby again and made his way to the rocking chair, the old oak creaking gently as he sat down. The chair had been a gift from Y/n's mother, a relic from her own parenting days, and it held a certain charm that filled Sidney with warmth. He tucked a blanket around both of them, the soft fabric brushing against his skin, and began to rock. The chair's steady motion was almost hypnotic, and he found himself slipping into a light doze, his eyes flickering open every few moments to check on their daughter.

The baby's breathing grew even, her tiny body relaxing in his embrace. He felt her heartbeat against his chest, a gentle reassurance that she was safe and loved. The room was bathed in the glow of the nightlight, casting a soft blue hue across the nursery. He studied her features, so much like Y/n's, and felt a swell of pride that washed away his weariness. He whispered a promise to her, one that only the two of them would ever know, to be the best father he could be for her.

"I'll always be here for you, little one," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "I'll protect you, love you, and support you, no matter what life throws our way." He kissed her forehead, feeling the warmth of her skin and breathing in her sweet baby scent. It was a promise that seemed to echo in the stillness of the room, a vow that filled him with purpose and resolve.

Her tiny hand curled around his finger, and he marveled at the way she held on so tightly. It was as if she understood the gravity of his words, as if she was already counting on him to be her rock. He stroked her cheek with his thumb, feeling the velvety softness of her skin. "You're going to have the best life, I promise," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "You'll never have to doubt how much you're loved by your momma, by me, or my teammates. The new ones that find their way onto the team will love you.”

Y/n's voice, soft and warm, floated into the nursery from the doorway. "You'll just have to figure out who loves you most," she said with a tired smile, her eyes still heavy with sleep. Sidney looked up to see her leaning against the doorframe, her silhouette framed by the dim hallway light. “Did you forget that this was on?” She shook the baby monitor. “Your chatter was interesting to wake up to and not find you in the bed.” She giggled.

"I guess I did forget," he laughed, the sound low and rich, bouncing off the walls of the quiet room. It was a rare moment of levity in the tapestry of their sleepless nights. The baby stirred slightly at the sound but didn't wake, her grip on Sidney's finger tightening. Y/n's smile grew, the shadows playing across her features as she padded closer.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice a gentle caress in the night. "I know you're tired too, but you're so good at this." She leaned down to kiss him, her hand brushing against his cheek. He could feel the heavy truth of her gratitude, and it was more invigorating than any cup of coffee could ever be. “You have your hockey career that is so demanding, that supports us, and here you are still trying to take on the bulk when you can.” She kissed him once more.

Sidney beamed with happiness, his heart swelling with love for both his wife and their daughter. "This is nothing," he said, his voice earnest. "You're the real MVP here, Y/n. I just want to make sure you get some rest." He grinned at her, his eyes shining with affection. "I think I'll stay right here with my baby girl for the rest of the night."

Y/n returned his smile, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears. She knew Sidney was tired, too, but she couldn't deny the comfort his offer brought her. "Are you sure?" she asked, her voice a mere whisper. "You have practice tomorrow."

A simple nod and a genuine smile was all Sidney needed to give her and she was off to bed. Sidney however, was in the rocking chair until 8am holding his little girl happily and lovingly.

[calmcoldevening]

I think it would be cute if Thomas meets the reader as a new neighbor who is a sweet farmy type 🌾🐄

Thomas with new neighbor

You moved to a quiet rural town on the outskirts of the state. The hot sun, the dry Texas wind, the golden fields, and the crickets singing at night. You'd always wanted to escape the hustle and bustle of the city for the tranquility of farm life, after all, your childhood had been spent in such an environment, with your grandparents.

The house was small but cozy. You filled the kitchen with your favorite spices, hung cute curtains, cleaned up, and laid a fluffy rug in the living room. The place was transformed into a cozy nest. Moreover, your grandmother's lessons had not been in vain. You now possessed her secret skill of turning even the most desolate land into a lush plantation. As a result, you effortlessly revived a small garden in the backyard. You successfully cultivated berries and several apple trees.

Your home was located far from the highway, with only one small farm nearby, the Hewitt Farm. You often heard people whispering about you when you went to the store, and most of the people in the town worked at the slaughterhouse. The town was small, so everyone knew that you lived near "that family." Apparently, the Hewitts were not well-liked. But you didn't understand why.

You had only seen him briefly once. He was a tall, muscular man with a slight belly, strong arms, and long, dark hair. You thought he was handsome. Even with that strange mask on his face. He seemed to be staring at you the whole time you were carrying the boxes into the house. His eyes were full of... curiosity. It was a childish and innocent curiosity that you hadn't seen in an adult in a long time. It was cute.

Then you decided to say hello to your neighbors.

You baked a pie and brought a few bottles of cider. Just for the sake of it.

You were greeted by a rather nice elderly woman. Her warm smile immediately made you feel cared for and motherly. She invited you inside and poured you some tea. Luda-Mae, as the woman introduced herself, told you a lot about her family and the town itself. She was a lovely old lady. She even had a small butcher shop at the gas station! You said you'd come by sometime, because it's been a while since you've had good meat. She praised your pie. She also told you about her youngest son, Tommy. He was... special. Big, quiet, and shy, hiding his skin condition and scars under a mask. You felt sorry for the man, after all, he seemed friendly.

You asked Luda if she could ask Thomas to help you with your garden. After all, he was a bigger man, so he could do the gardening much faster. All you needed were two good beds. She happily agreed.

You didn't regret your choice.

This man was a sight to behold. His long dark hair was tied into a small bun at the nape of his neck with a white ribbon. He had broad shoulders and strong arms, with beautifully defined muscles. His legs were strong, and his ass was firm. Oh, and that cute belly that looked like dadbod. You could already feel your tongue getting heavy in your mouth. He was covered in sweat from working hard, and his muscles looked even more beautiful in the bright Texas sun.

You came out to him with a cold lemonade and thanked him. You also gave him a basket of fruit and eggs, as you had recently purchased some chickens for your small farm. At first, Thomas wasn't sure if he should accept such a gift, expecting a trick. But you just smiled softly, thanked him, and introduced yourself. Oh, he fell in love with the sweet sound of your voice and the way you said "Tommy" so gently.

The next morning, he came to your farm before work and returned the basket. You realized that he hadn't had breakfast yet (obviously, he rarely had breakfast in principle) and made him the most delicious sandwiches of his life.

Thomas started looking for a meeting with you. Any possible reason. He can help you with the garden, bring you some groceries from the store, return the basket, or give you meat from Mom.

You didn't know, but Luda had long since taken her old wedding dress out of the attic and was making it look more presentable.

• Tommy liked you at first sight. Although at first he was cautious. When you just moved to the next house, he stood for a long time at the fence and watched you, clutching an axe in his hands. You were cute.. and beautiful. He was wondering what it would be like to be near you, to communicate, to feel your smell, your warmth.

• When you came to their house and communicated with Luda, he was sitting in the basement, holding his breath. He listened to every word you said, trying to understand you, to absorb your sweet, sweet voice.

• You asked him for help, and he was overjoyed. You treated him so well. And you had such a nice farm, Thomas was amazed. He immediately wanted to help you so you wouldn't have to work so hard.

• Your baking was the best, and he had never tasted anything so delicious in his life.

• He sewed a doll for you and left it on your doorstep because he was too afraid to give it to you in person, afraid of your reaction.

• Luda noticed his reaction to you and was very happy that Thomas had found someone dear to him.

[curlyberrrry]

✨️✨️✨️Poppy Playtime AU Headcanons✨️✨️✨️

(May update/add more characters as I go)

~Harley Sawyer~

🧪Loves dark chocolate (dark like his soul)

🧪Also black coffee (bitter like his soul)

🧪Neurodivergent, is probably the least social person in the whole building

🧪Is very quiet when walks, tends to indirectly scare other employees like he just teleported out of nowhere

🧪Didn't have the best childhood, heavily attached to Elliot during the Young Geniuses Program, gotta love the found father trope right guys ?

🧪Doesn't like physical touch unless he initiates it, this also applied to Leith until their relationship became more “complicated”

🧪Personal space ? Good luck cause whether he does it on purpose or not, he'll find a way to make someone as uncomfortable as possible, ironically hates when it's uno reversed on him

🧪A lot of people are terrified of him, his outbursts are infamous

🧪Despises pickles (we all know this) Leith will mess with him by randomly placing pickles in his lab, not the ones in jars but whole pickles, bro almost went into cardiac arrest (in a spare lab coat pocket, in a drawer, on his chair etc.) 🥒

🧪Has had other employees attempt to flirt with him (who are brave enough) but usually gives the cold shoulder

~Leith Pierre~

🥃Heavy smoker

🥃Fond of old fashioned cocktails

🥃Has a collection of colourful ties, wears them a lot to keep up a “friendlier persona” around the kids (Harley says they're ugly, Leith likes to blindfold him 😏)

🥃For a man of his stature, he gets scared easily, hence the “do not scare Leith Pierre” signs around the factory, he definitely flinches during jumpscares in horror films (again Harley being a bitch will tease him for it), will use Boxy to dispose those who disobey that particular rule

🥃Huggy is the perfect security and Leith treats him as his own personal attack dog (like Yarnaby for Harley)

🥃Sometimes is harsh towards Sharon but genuinely likes her company, he just has no patience most of the time

🥃Loves to yap a lot, very prideful, will tell horrific dad jokes

🥃Usually is calm, however, any incidents that involve the company's bank taking a hit will literally set him off, when by himself, he'll throw a small tantrum in his office (there's a few cracks on his desk from repeated hits)

🥃Idolised Elliot, doesn't realise he's trying to be like him

~Eddie Ritterman~

🖊Went prematurely grey due to genetics

🖊Has a bad leg and uses a cane to keep his body weight off it

🖊Whenever Stella lets her hair fall down from her messy bun, it gets him every time

🖊Will literally have teabags in his pockets (not just because he's British) as he's picky with his tea, won't drink the tea the company offers on lunch breaks

🖊Will smack and has smacked Harley with his cane during their “disputes”, Leith has put both of them in time out corners for 10 minutes at a time or longer until they both apologise (stubborn bastards)

🖊Has a notebook in which he writes down the important things from his conversations with Stella, usually to help him get her gifts, leaves random items in her office like a secret admirer lmao 💘

🖊Similar to Harley, he doesn't socialise too much, he's only there during meetings with the other higher ups or hiding in his office crunching the numbers (such a business man)

🖊Judges people based on their handwriting

🖊Hopeless romantic around Stella, covers it up by being icy and nonchalant

~Stella Greyber~

🪀Probably the nicest out of the four and the most approachable

🪀Adores the kids at Playcare, will accept drawings from them

🪀Has a bit of anxiety, tends to shut down whenever someone blows up at her

🪀Likes to put on a playlist for the kids, they choose the songs

🪀Surprisingly very good at piano and can sing

🪀Tries to forget what actually happens at Playcare when kids are chosen to go “home”, the guilt eats at her everyday

🪀Knows it's Eddie who leaves her random gifts, pretends to be oblivious 

🪀Allergic to cats, won't stop her though from petting them, is that person to pet every stray cat on the street regardless of where it’s been

🪀Gives everyone flowers on Valentine's, even Harley, which he begrudgingly accepts to get Leith off his ass 🌹

🪀When she's alone, she always has to have some noise in the background, like a radio, due to her being used to being around kids, sitting in silence makes her uncomfortable 

[dedeinthewild]

ollie bearman x reader, tripping over thin air

~ from hand scribbles series (tell me an oddly specific situation/state of mind and I'll rec/write a fic about it)

"Hey, be careful! Wouldn’t want you tripping over more air!"

situation : "trying to be nonchalant and mysterious in front of ur crush and tripping on air and falling face down"

Her.

Three letters—the signature of both a blessing and a curse for Ollie Bearman.

Maybe it wasn’t that dramatic from his point of view. After all, the Brit was one of the sweetest and most easygoing guys on the grid, and his relationship with that girl felt like the most natural thing in the world. But without even realizing it, when a distant switch flicked in his head—one he never even thought existed—she became his biggest problem.

They had been through everything together. Ever since they met, it was clear they completed each other perfectly, in their shared similarities and their many differences, bringing a lighthearted atmosphere wherever they went. Whether it was grabbing a questionable kebab from the little spot near the school where he had studied after training with Thomas, or heading off for a weekend getaway together—sometimes with Kimi, or the friends they had in common.

And the best part? There was never any need to impress each other. No last-minute outfit upgrades, no spraying on the most expensive cologne, no planning vacations in luxury resorts or dining in Michelin-starred restaurants. Because all they needed was their bond—that invisible thread that tied them together, woven through sweet smiles and effortless laughter.

But that switch had flipped in Ollie’s head, and from the moment it did, he couldn’t ignore the voice reminding him that he had fallen for her. That he wanted only her by his side.

And that was a massive problem.

Because when you’ve known the simplicity of friendship—the unspoken words, the inside jokes that make you laugh in a crowd of a million—you also know that most people who fall for their best friend, especially one they spend so much time with, feel like it’s the end of the world.

In a way, it was the end of the world for the Brit. He stopped texting her as freely as before, second-guessing every word at least a thousand times. His laughter turned nervous when she was around. He found himself trying to impress her at every chance—only to earn the sharp, teasing remarks that were so characteristic of her.

He felt the pressure.

Whether it was about friendship, life goals, or simply the championship he was competing in.

He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he needed to prove himself—not just to the world, but to her. And if that meant playing it extra cool, then so be it.

"You’ve been awfully quiet," she said, hands buried in the pockets of her jacket, a scarf wrapped around her neck, and a small bag of M&Ms tucked in one of them as they walked along the row of team tents.

"Me?" Ollie furrowed his brows, rolling the family pass Hitech GP had given him between his long fingers as they waited for his little brother’s British F4 race at Brands Hatch.

"You have. Which is weird, because you never shut up," she teased.

"Maybe I’m just focused."

She looked up at him, her gaze meeting his deep brown eyes. He was much taller than her.

The wind had tousled her hair, which still looked impossibly soft despite being tied back in a small bun. She tucked her chin deeper into her scarf, shielding herself from the crisp autumn air that made spectators in England’s racing season prone to sore throats.

"Or maybe you’re just stressing."

"About what would I be?" he asked, wetting his lips, his thick accent making her nose scrunch up in that way she always did when he spoke.

"I don’t know, maybe the championship," she said with a shrug. "Hadjar, for example."

"Isack? What has he got to do with me?"

"I’m just assuming, it’s cool," she relented, shrugging again as the wind picked up. Mechanics rushed to secure the team tents as the cars rolled in from qualifying, and the first drivers jumped out for a quick debrief before the afternoon race.

"So what’s your pre-race ritual these days? Aside from stressing," she asked with a playful grin, her eyes flickering toward the rising stars of the sport—the same eyes that had led him straight into the most dangerous trap of all.

"Oh, you know, just the usual. A little stretching, mental prep… getting in the zone."

She frowned slightly.

Was he really just making small talk? Missing her playful cue entirely? And what was that tone?

"Mental prep." "Getting in the zone."

"Mmm. And the ‘zone’ is working for you?" she teased, confused by his behavior.

"Clearly," the driver answered with a fake, cocky grin just as, in the distance, Thomas and Leo Robinson approached, helmets in hand, coming to say hi.

And then it happened.

The great curse that bore the name of that girl—with her sweet smile, her youthful eyes, and the carefree spirit of someone who lived life as if nothing was too big to weigh her down.

Ollie’s foot caught on absolutely nothing.

No cracks. No cables. No loose pavement. Nothing. Just pure, unfiltered betrayal.

And so, his six-foot-something frame lurched forward, as if shoved by an invisible outfielder standing on the sidelines, watching his demise with a chest full of satisfaction.

Anyone else, sensing an imminent fall, would have thrown out their hands, relying on reflexes developed after too many childhood tumbles.

But not him.

He thought he had it.

He didn’t.

"Oh my…"

It was happening both too fast and unbearably slow, and she had to bite her lip to keep from bursting into laughter. The thud of his body hitting the asphalt was so loud that a few mechanics turned around to check if whoever had fallen was still in one piece.

"…Is ‘tripping over air’ part of the ritual?" she asked as Thomas walked up, giving her a playful nudge on the shoulder.

"Yes. It’s for balance," the younger Bearman quipped, watching his brother—who had fully surrendered to fate—lie face-down on the ground, one cheek pressed against the cold pavement. A lifeless sprawl, as if he were the tragic victim of an unsolvable crime.

He knew.

He had just eaten pavement in front of the entire paddock. And, worst of all, in front of her.

"Mmm. Seems very effective," she grinned, offering him a hand.

Ollie refused.

As if the last shred of dignity he had left begged him to get up on his own, brushing the dust from his knees with great determination.

Her eyes sparkled with amusement, a smug grin plastered on her young face, and he knew—he knew—that she would never let him live this down.

"Maybe that’s why you lost traction in the last race. Should’ve tripped in the garage before quali—" Thomas smirked, setting his helmet down on a cart in their team’s tent while Leo sipped from his water bottle.

"You are literally the worst person I know."

As the boys kept talking, she walked a few steps behind them, hiding her laughter in the warmth of her scarf while a painfully embarrassed Ollie scrambled to come up with an excuse for what had just happened.

As if she didn’t already know.

As if she couldn’t see that it was just a dumb, desperate attempt to prove he was on the level of those fighting for a championship, the ones who passed their driving tests on the first try, the ones who could always be there for the people they loved.

He had nothing less than them.

And she knew it.

Just like he did.

Just like they both knew that, sooner or later, for one reason or another, that switch would become something more than a curse.

And it would finally become what they both truly wanted—something that didn’t need to impress or prove itself.

"Fuck."

Thomas and Ollie turned, just in time to see her stumble, struggling to keep her balance with wide eyes—realizing, too late, that the invisible outfielder wasn’t done messing with them.

"Hey, be careful! Wouldn’t want you tripping over more air!" Ollie taunted.

She flipped him off in response.

this is such a me thing... (requested!)

[paintedonmyteeth]

Mr. Silvair as Your Boyfriend!

Fhjsfjsfjbebrjabfj so Mr. Gap won the poll I posted and I finished up his HCs so now I’m posting one for Mr. Silvair bc I can — plus I need more crumbs of him, smh, there’s really not a lot of stuff of characters besides Mr. Crawling or Mr. Gap which is kinda upsetting so Imma do this one for the Mr. Silvair fans 👍🏻👍🏻 Slight warning this is gonna have some NSFW mentions so MDNI.

⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Silvair’s not much of the loving type tbh, he’s immersing himself with his work and experiments 24/7, considers himself to be more of a busy body.

⭑.ᐟ — Not saying that he doesn’t love you at all! While he does a lot of work in his laboratory, he will give any attention or affection like hugs or a head pat whenever you’re asking. Sometimes he does this unprompted.

⭑.ᐟ — While Mr. Silvair would be emotionally unavailable as he spends a lot of his time with his experiments it’s the little things and moments he shares with you that shows he DOES care for you immensely and loves you.

⭑.ᐟ — Whether that be through little conversations, check ups, some help, learning more things about his world or the language, and so on.

⭑.ᐟ — Since Mr. Silvair’s a workaholic, he never stops much to give himself any breaks and it’d leave him with a couple burnouts or feeling exhausted and stressed sometimes. Mr. Silvair is also a bit stubborn and getting him to take a break for once would take awhile until he gives in. So on breaks he’d be in the living space with you and Mr. Chopped, sometimes talking or you just giving Mr. Silvair some attention and carding your fingers through his hair.

⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Silvair doesn’t mind if you want to play with his hair when he’s not working on any experiments tbh, turns out he actually liked a few them like the ponytail and the loosely done bun so you gave him some hair ties of your own and taught him how to do his hair.

⭑.ᐟ — It helped lots in keeping his hair out of his face while he’s working so he’s either tying it into a ponytail or a loose bun most often.

⭑.ᐟ — Seeing as Mr. Silvair’s hella smart and spends a lot of his time with his experiments, when it’s learning words in your language he would’ve been somewhat the faster one in picking things up and kind of getting the gist of their meanings.

⭑.ᐟ — You’ve also mentioned a couple times you’d be more than welcome to help Mr. Silvair de-stress in some other ways, he didn’t do much with the offer at first but he held on that thought for a little while.

⭑.ᐟ — Since you threw that offer out on the table it basically spiralled to Mr. Silvair getting hooked with it.

⭑.ᐟ — Giving him blow jobs were less likely for whatever reason he’s not allowing you to do so, not that you had any problems with that in first place. Mr. Silvair seemed to like foreplay other than fucking you, his fingers knuckles deep in your ass and drawing out a lot of reactions from you which he loved. He liked seeing you losing it from his touch.

⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Silvair also prefers to take his time, a fast and rough pacing isn’t exactly his thing, so he’s more leaning to driving his cock inside you at a slowed but deep and hard pace. Like pulling it out to have the tip still inside you then he’d slam his hips in without warning. Just to draw out your reactions and have it last for a little while longer, maybe deny you of a couple orgasms.

⭑.ᐟ — Only time Mr. Silvair’s going to be rough with you is during some quickies if he’s really needing to let loose from his experiments. Usually it’s whenever one of his experiments went wrong and he comes back a little disappointed and pissed.

⭑.ᐟ — However, aftercare from Mr. Silvair is hella nice, and he takes good care of that. While he finds it satisfying seeing you as a mess after sex, he doesn’t want you to be in any pain. <3

[carmenberzattosgf]

NSFW alphabet : carmen berzatto

Content: fem reader, pure filth, size kink (easily skippable), daddy kink (easily skippable), dom/sub dynamics,

Word count: 5605

A/N: This is really filthy. I got a bit carried away as you can tell by the word count. Enjoy ! <<3

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

He’s a clinger. Carmy gets needy and touchy after sex, so he’s not going to leave your side. After normal sex, he lays on top of you for awhile because he loves the closeness of the physical contact. He’s pressing kisses all over your neck and mumbling how much he loves you over and over again. When it’s finally time to get up, he’s bringing a warm cloth from the bathroom to clean up between your legs. He’s so sweet and tender in moments like this, diligent in cleaning up the cum from your thighs. 

After a dom/sub type of scene, Carmy takes such good care of you. Beforehand he stashes everything he needs beside the bed so he doesn’t have to leave you afterwards. He stores the supplies in a wicker bin: pH balanced sensitive skin-safe wipes, a bottle of water, protein bars and other snacks (i.e chocolate), soothing ointment, your favorite t-shirt of his, hair ties, and even one of those instant ice packs if you need it. 

If you’re in that floaty place, he narrates every single thing he’s doing. Even though you can’t speak, he still wants to make sure you’re aware of what he’s doing before he does it.

“Okay, baby I’mma put your hair up into a messy bun to get it off your neck.”

“It’s going to be a little bit cold at first but I’m using these wipes to clean up between your legs.”

“I’m going to roll you over so I can take care of your bottom, and put some ointment on for you. I’ve already got a pillow to support your stomach.”

Carmy is so gentle while he takes care of you. It’s his favorite part of a scene, not getting off, but tending to you.

“Sweetheart, I need you to try and sit up so you can take some sips of water. Can you do that for me?” 

You’re stubborn and just wanna fall asleep in that floaty place so Carmen literally has to prop you up with pillows and force a straw between your lips. 

“Three big sips—there we go. Atta girl, good job.”

The best part of aftercare is saved for last, cuddling. Carmy lays you on top of his chest so you’re not laying on your raw backside, and softly pets your hair until you fall asleep. 

B = Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

He likes his hands. They do everything for him in the kitchen. They’re skilled and precise. Carmy is not the type of guy to be really into parts of his body, but his hands are alright. 

Now for you, he genuinely loves all of your body. Your face, your eyes, everything. However, he’s a major boob guy. He likes them in all sizes. He just loves tits (peep the mommy issues). One of his favorite parts of sex is getting to leave bite marks all over your chest. Send him a nude with your tits in it? Bye! He’s a goner. 

Thighs come in close second. He grips your thighs so hard during sex that sometimes you can make out small finger sized bruises in the mirror afterwards. Much like your boobs, he loves to mark up your thighs with hickies. He knows that he’s the only one that gets to see those marks so he leaves a bunch. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

He’s obsessed with cumming inside of you. The sight of his cum dripping out of your cunt for the first time permanently rewires his brain. He’s convinced there’s no better feeling that filling you up with his cum. He’s nasty about it too, pressing any that has dripped out of you back into your cunt with his fingers. 

“Gotta keep you nice and filled up for me. I don’t want anything to go to waste. Here—“ He reaches for a pillow and lifts up your hips, placing it under your back. “There we go. Now it can’t spill out.” 

If he can’t cum inside of you, he cums on your stomach. The thing about Carmy is that he cums a lot, like the volume is massive. When he cums on your stomach, you’re covered in him. He’ll be fisting his cock for a good twenty seconds before the spurts of cum finally slow down. It’s all over you, dripping off of your hips onto the sheets. The first thing Carmy does is reach over for his phone on the bedside table. He takes a picture of you from the neck down, completely painted with white. The picture immediately goes into his locked camera folder. 

Finally, Carmy would rather cum in your mouth than on your face. He doesn’t want to get any in your eye. He’s truly a sweetheart (sometimes). Once, you stuck out your tongue full of cum for him, and his hard on came right back. His body was ready to go again after seeing his cum drip off of your tongue, down your neck, and into your cleavage. He’s a simple man at heart.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He really wants to try shibari with you, like really bad. He’s been researching heavily into it, about all of the knots and the types of rope. He doesn’t want to get into serious stuff like suspension, but he wants to cover your body in pretty and elaborate knots. Carmy’s mainly focused on the types of shibari that restrains your arms behind your back, making your chest jut out. He wants to surround your breasts with intricate knots. He might mess around with some patterns on your hips and thighs, but he’d rather tie up your arms, not your legs.  

He’s drawn to shibari because it’s almost mixing art intimacy ( because shibari doesn’t have to involve sex or pleasure). It’s a time that he can spend getting close to you while you’re letting go and trusting him completely. The tying up process isn’t short; it can take awhile. He thinks it would make your relationship stronger, and also let him be dominate in a way that’s different from just straight up sex. 

It will take him a very very long time to ever bring it up to you, though. He doesn’t want to freak you out or make you uncomfortable. He understands how much control a person is giving up when someone restrains them. 

In all seriousness, you probably ask him about it after you see a tab open on his laptop. He’s already left for work for the day and forgot to close out the tab. You grab his laptop, wanting to do the daily mini, and when you open it up, you’re met with an in depth rope tying tutorial. 

You decide to tread carefully on the topic when he gets home from work that day, since it seems like he was keeping it a secret. Once he’s gotten a shower, Carmy curls up with you on the couch to watch a little tv before going to bed. 

“I saw something interesting today, Carm.”

“Yeah? What might that be, baby?”

“Well, I was using your laptop to do the daily mini like I always do, and I saw a tab pulled up. Something to do with ropes?” Carmy instantly tenses up like he’s entered freeze mode. 

“Oh—uh, uhm. Sorry you’re probably like—freaked out now and—“ Carmy says quickly, without taking a breath. He’s on the verge of hyperventilating. 

“Baby, baby. Calm down. You’re all good. Nothing to be embarrassed about.” You start to comb through his hair with your fingers, massaging at his scalp in a way that relaxes him. “Why don’t you tell me all about it, yeah?” 

He does just that, explaining shibari and all the research he’s done into it. Carmy’s a bit surprised when you agree to it without any hesitation. 

“You know you don’t have do to this for me. I’m not going to be upset if you say no.”

“I trust you, Carmen. I love you and I know you’ll take care of me and keep me safe. If I don’t like it I’ll be honest with you.”

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

This one is going to heavily depend on when you get into a relationship with Carmy. When he’s newly in New York, trying to become the greatest chef of all time? He’s horribly inexperienced. He barely knows how to interact with the opposite sex without getting red in the face. However, he’s eager to learn! He might not know exactly what he’s doing in the moment with you, but he wants you to feel good. He’s determined to make you orgasm. He asks what feels good and what doesn’t feel good. Carmy’s not afraid to ask you questions during sex either.  

Now if you meet him after he’s back in Chicago, he has more experience under his belt. New York and all of the places he traveled to during those years away from home gave him opportunities to become more confident with sex. Although, he still gets nervous about it, especially when he’s sleeping with someone for the first time. The awkwardness hasn’t gone away completely. 

At this point in your relationship with Carmy, he knows what he’s doing. He pays attention to your body and the way you react to his touch. Carmy learns what you like before you even have the chance to tell him. Every touch of his hands is purposeful to bring you pleasure. 

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

Missionary. No question about it. He wants to be able to look at you while he fucks you. He loves the closeness of the position, getting to feel your legs wrapped around his waist. It’s so intimate, and Carmy craves that intimacy. His favorite part of missionary is when you both are so close to the edge, with your foreheads resting against each other. He gets to look in your eyes and praise you. “You’re so pretty. So fucking gorgeous—fuck, baby.” 

“Taking me so well— always take me so well.” “Love you, love you, love you so much.” 

Oh, and his other favorite part about missionary is getting to kiss you. He fucking loves kissing you during sex. Sure, it’s messy, with teeth and lips clashing together half the time, but he cannot get enough of your mouth. That moment when you have to break the kiss to moan out because of how good he feels inside of you is what he loves about kissing you in missionary. 

Carmy also enjoys anything that lets him see your face. With your legs over each of his shoulders, he’s found he can hit even deeper inside of you. Don’t worry, he puts a small pillow underneath the small of your back to make you comfortable. The angle makes your eyes roll back. 

If he’s honest with himself he fucking loves the position where he practically forces your thighs to meet your chest. His cock his so fucking deep inside of you he just has to make comments about it. “That too deep? Yeah? Can you feel me in your stomach?” Oh, and when he starts pressing his hand on your lower stomach so you can feel him moving in and out of you? The sensation is almost too much. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

This is Carmen Berzatto here. He’s so serious about everything, and that applies to sex, too. He’s just not the type to joke around during sex. He craves the intimacy of sex and doesn’t want to make light of the connection. That doesn’t mean sex with Carmy is overly serious. More so that he would rather not incorporate humor into sex. 

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Carmy is so neat and meticulous. He literally cuts pieces of tape with a knife so it has a clean edge. With all things considered, he keeps it neat downstairs. Definitely not bald, but he trims up frequently. He cannot stand it when it’s crazy down there. 

For his partner? He does not give a fuck about the grooming of down there. Not one single bit. Do whatever you want and he will still be a happy man. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

So intimate. Genuinely, he’s so romantic. Carmy’s kissing all over your body, praising every inch of your skin. It’s honestly jarring at first how intimate and intense he can be in the bedroom. Carmy puts his all into sex, much like he puts his all into the kitchen. He holds you so close the entire time. If you’re riding him on the couch? Yeah, he’s got both arms wrapped around you so your chest is pressed to his. This lets him make eye contact if he wants, or lets him moan into the crook of your neck. Carmy literally wants as much of his skin touching yours as possible during sex. Even if he has you on your stomach, he’s not going to settle for just doggy style because there’s not enough contact. Instead he’s leaning over you holding you up so your back presses against his chest. He sloppily kisses your shoulders and the back of your neck from this position. 

Let’s talk about eye contact—he’s staring right through you. He’s just so observant and doesn’t want to miss a single expression you make. God, the look in his eyes during sex practically puts you under a spell. He looks down at you through the bottom of his eyes with blown out pupils. 

So yeah Carmy makes sex extremely intimate every time without fail. 

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

Most of the time when Carmy jacks off it’s all about efficiency. He’s not trying to take time out of his day to get off. He’s the type to get off in the shower after work. It’s quick and rough, but he knows how to get himself off fast. 

Now, when you first come into his life? His routine changes a bit. Before you two start dating, Carmy masturbates to the idea of you. He honestly hates himself a bit for it, but it happens on accident. 

He hops out of the shower after work, puts on a pair of boxer briefs, and sits down on his couch. He didn’t touch himself in the shower, wanting to build up the tension a little bit.

When Carmy starts touching himself, his hands move slowly. Recently, he’s learned how much he likes teasing himself. So, he palms over his covered length, applying the right amount of pressure to make his hips twitch. Without even realizing it, Carmy’s mind wanders to you. 

You’ve been plaguing his mind all week long in the kitchen. Sydney assigned your prep to be right next to his, and he hasn’t been able to keep his mind off of you. In the kitchen, he keeps getting distracted by your pretty smile, and by the little jokes you make during the lunch rush. 

Gradually, the hand steadily pressing down on his hard length isn’t his own anymore. Instead he pictures your hand as the one working on him; that delicate, dainty hand of yours he’s watched prep food all week. 

Carmy gives up on teasing himself once the images of you pop into his head. He hastily pushes down his boxers to his thighs. The tip of his cock leaks with precum, dripping onto his length. Carmy’s head falls back in a choked moan when he finally grips himself. His heart races as he gently strokes his cock. It’s much different from his usual fast pace, but he’s trying to picture how you would do it; on how your hands would be so delicate compared to his callused ones. Carmy wonders if you would tease him, or if you would be dead set on bringing him to orgasm quickly. 

It’s a slippery slope when Carmen starts to picture you taking his cock into your mouth. His hand starts to pump faster as the image grows more vivid in his mind. He’s lost the gentleness of his movements, but he doesn’t care. The only thing he cares about is the vision of you on your knees in front of him. Your lips are swollen as they stretch around his cock. He thinks about the sounds you would make—how you would moan with his dick taking up your mouth. Spit would dribble from your lips onto your chin as you bob your head on his length. What brings him to the edge, though, is the idea of fucking your face. He would hold your head delicately in his hands, but thrust with his hips deep into your throat. Tears would slip from your eyes as he shoves you all the way down so your nose meets the skin above his dick. 

Carmy cums hard all over his stomach, wishing it was your throat instead. He swears he blacks out for a second from the pleasure. When the post orgasm clarity hits, he hastily cleans himself up. Carmy tells himself he won’t do it again, picture you while he’s masturbating, but he knows that’s a load of bullshit. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Breeding— Carmy and breeding go together like peanut butter and jelly. It’s why he’s always cumming inside of you. He wants to show everyone your his, and what’s a better way than knocking you up with his kid? He’s low key obsessed with the idea of getting you pregnant. 

Overstimulation— Carmy’s a soft dom. He wants to make you cum over and over and over again before he even thinks about orgasming. His goal is for your head to be spinning by the end of it. 

Spanking— Carmy’s into spanking, okay? However, before he even thinks about doing it in the bedroom he talks to you about it multiple times at length. He clarifies a safe word with you and establishes your limits. You do the same thing with him because safe words and boundaries go both ways! Normally, he’s only going to spank you as a punishment for something. The way you whimper and moan in his lap as he spanks you makes him so hard. It honestly gives Carmy a rush to see you dripping from his hand coming down on your ass. 

Size kink— It’s definitely arises from insecurities about his height, let’s be honest here. Regardless of your height though, Carmy just likes feeling that he’s bigger than you. It’s why he’s so ripped. No matter how tall you are he’s got enough muscle to hold you down in bed. Now, if you are shorter than him, even better. 

The size kink appears in other ways other than just pure body size. For one, it drives him crazy how much smaller your hands are compared to his. Seeing your dainty hand wrapped around his cock drives Carmy up the wall. You can barely wrap your fingers all the way around his length. 

He loves to watch as your cunt takes his fingers. They’re so much wider and longer than your own, so he goes slow. 

Finally, his size kink comes into play most when he’s fucking you. He’s soothing you while he works his cock into your cunt. Once he’s all the way in, he can’t help but point out of the sight of him inside of you. “Look. You see that?” Carmy asks while drawing your attention to the small bulge in you stomach, right above your mound. It’s hard to see when he’s not moving, so he lightly thrusts in deeper so the bulge moves. 

“F-fuck, yeah— I can see that,” you whine in response. Carmy’s hand moves over the bulge and he presses down, hard, before he starts rolling his hips into you at a quick pace. 

“Such a good girl taking my cock like this. I’m surprised it even fit, baby. Taking me so fucking well.”

Praise— He loves giving praise and being praised. He’s calling you everything. His love, his good girl, his princess, his baby. He’s telling you how good you’re doing for him, and how perfect you are for him. 

“Made for me. You know that? Fucking perfect.”

“You’re so pretty. My pretty girl.” 

“I love you so much. Fuck—you feel so good, squeezing me like that—shit.”

And you offer praise back in return because goodness knows Carmy needs to hear it after all those years being insulted in the kitchen. 

“You’re so pretty, too. You make me feel so good, Carmy.”

“Love these muscles,” you say while feeling his abs as he thrusts into you. “So hot how strong you are, baby.” Those types of comments from you make his brain short circuit. 

Daddy kink— Okay, nothing turns him on more than being called daddy. It just, does something to his brain. A pretty girl like you? Calling him daddy? Begging him to fuck you? Yeah, he’s close to cumming in his pants from that. It’s just the soft dom thing he has going for him. He wants to take care of you in every way possible, make you feel good, and provide for you. 

“Please daddy, need you,” you beg. 

“I got you sweet girl. Daddy’s going to take care of you, don’t worry.”

L= Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He prefers a good old mattress. It’s basic but it’s private and comfortable. Carmy also likes fucking on a couch, too. Mainly because if he’s started getting hot and heavy on a couch, he’d rather fuck you there than carry you to the bedroom. He’s all about efficiency!

Part of him enjoys fucking at the restaurant. Not all the time, though, but there’s something about fucking you in a locked office that really gets him going. He has to keep his palm clasped over your mouth to keep you quiet. Whenever he has sex with you at the restaurant, it’s always fast, rough, and passionate. Usually, it’s to release stress, but even if it’s not, you’re going to have trouble walking straight afterwards. Richie makes an all knowing face when you walk out of the office, and heat builds up in your cheeks as you get out of the front doors as fast as possible. 

Oh, and Carmy loves to get on his knees and eat you out while you’re sitting on the kitchen counter at his apartment. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Anything. Anything at all. When he’s into someone, he’s into them. Your touch alone can be enough to turn him on. 

With that being said, there are some specific things that drive Carmy crazy. For one, you wearing his clothes. 

One time you walked into the Bear before opening hours wearing one of his classic white t-shirts. He thought he was about to have a brain aneurysm seeing you in his clothes. The way the fabric draped over your body— yeah he had to take you back into the office as soon as you walked into the restaurant. 

Speaking of clothes, dresses and skirts are his favorite articles of clothing on you. He thinks that you look so very pretty in them, and he also likes the easy access. 

As mentioned in K, if you whisper anything in his ear involving the word “daddy”, he’s dragging you off somewhere immediately. 

Thinking about this specifically at some kind of chefs’ gala. Carmen’s been in a circle of chefs from around the area talking for what feels like hours, now. All you want to do right now is go home. You make your way up to Carmy, and balance on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “Are you going to be done soon, daddy? I’d rather go home and spend time with you.”

You can see the way Carmy’s hands tighten around the glass in his hand before he speaks to the people around him. “If you’ll excuse me, folks. My girl isn’t feeling well so I’m going to take her home. Glad to have gotten to talk to you all.”

Yeah, Carmy drives to the darkest part of the parking lot and tells you to get into the back seat. He can’t wait until he gets home to fuck your brains out. 

N = No (Something they wouldn't do, turn-offs)

Anything that would actually hurt you. He limits stuff like spanking to just his hand. He refused to use anything else for impact play. He won’t do CNC ever. Like never ever. 

Carmy also won’t be a full on sub himself. He loves control, and needs to be in control to have a good time. The idea of losing control and being tied up is enough to send him into a panic attack.  

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Carmy loves eating pussy. He wants to stay in between your legs all day long. He won’t shut up about how good you taste. “So good, baby. Wanna taste some?” He’ll say before pressing a soaking wet finger to your lips. 

There’s so much to say about munch Carmen. He’s so fucking good at it, too. He alternates between licking and sucking at your clit in a way that makes your vision go blurry. He knows enough about your anatomy to pull back the hood with his thumb so he can suck right on the exposed bud. The first time he does it, you swear stars explode in your field of vision. 

He just LOVES eating you out! He gets to look up at you with those big blue eyes as you writhe against his face in pleasure. It makes him feel useful and needed, if he’s being honest. He could probably cum just from eating you out. The feeling of your fingers tugging in his hair, the sounds of your cries in his ears, and the pressure of your thighs closing around his head makes Carmy moan into your cunt like a madman. 

So yeah Carmy prefers to give head, but that doesn’t mean he’ll stop you from blowing him. He tends to not last as long, though. Your warm mouth around him, sucking and licking at his tip. The way your take him all the way back in your throat. Fuck— the feeling of you gagging around him as his cock hits the back of your throat. He’s praising you the entire time, too. 

“Look at you—fuck. Taking my cock in that pretty mouth of yours so well.”

“So good, baby. So fucking good with your mouth—holy shit.”

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

The answer is all of the above. Most of the time he prefers to take his time with you because he wants to savor the moment with you. Carmy’s favorite way to fuck you is slow and deep. He wants you to feel him all the way in your stomach. If he’s in a mood, however, he’s all for being fast and rough. Ultimately his pace is going to be whatever gets you off the best. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies aren’t his favorite thing ever, but he has them often. He hates how busy his work is purely because it prevents him from having  sex with you as often and as long as he would like to. Quickies usually happen at the restaurant in his office. That’s where a fast and rough pace comes into play, because there’s one goal in mind; Get off, and get off fast before someone notices. If there’s just way too many people in the restaurant, he’s not opposed to taking you in the backseat of his car for a quick fuck. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Oh he’s for sure open to experimenting in the bedroom. He will try just about anything that you’re willing to try. 

As for risks, he’s down to take calculated risks. However, once he fucked you in the restaurant bathroom while the place was still the beef because the office didn’t have a lock (He fixed that during the remodel). It was all going great until Fak started banging on the door shouting that he was about to piss himself. Real mood killer. Now, Carmy is more careful about the risks he takes. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Carmy can last for quite awhile. He has so much pent up energy that he can keep going and going. He won’t admit it, but he one hundred percent thinks about his time at Noma to keep himself from cumming. He only has to do it sometimes, though. 

Additionally, Carmy is a two rounds max kind of a guy. There’s just only so many times that he can cum before he’s going to pass out from exhaustion. Remember, he did fall asleep on a prep table that one time. 

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Carmy doesn’t haven’t any toys for himself. His hand has always done the job, and he saw no reason to get something else. 

With you, he’ll use a toy from time to time, but it’s rare. He’d much rather make you squirm with his own hand, or his mouth than with a toy. It gives him a sense of pride when he’s made you shake without using anything other than his own body. 

Now, I can see him buying you a really expensive vibration to use while he’s away on trips. As long as you face time him when you use it so he can get off too, of course. 

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Carmen is such a fucking tease. He loves teasing you in and out of the bedroom with his words. When it comes to in the bedroom, half of the fun for him is teasing. He’s running the head of his cock through your folds mumbling stuff like: 

“Want me to put it in, baby? I can feel how wet you are right now.”

“C’mon. You gotta say it with your words. I don’t know what you want unless you tell me, honey.”

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He groans a lot into your neck. Curses a bunch too, like strings of curse words. Carmen can get pretty loud if he’s feeling really good. When he’s close to cumming, Carmen’s voice degrades into a whine that makes you dig your nails into his back to hear it again. As it reaches that point, he doesn’t care how desperate he sounds. “N-need you to cum. Please cum for me, baby. Need to f-feel you cum around my cock.”

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

One word. Choking. Carmy loves choking. He’s on top of you and wraps his hand around your throat just enough to cut off the blood circulation for half a second. You go absolutely crazy when his hand wraps around your throat because the euphoria is so intense. It’s like you’re on cloud nine. 

Sometimes when he’s fucking you from behind he wraps his bicep around your neck to have the same affect on you. 

Alternatively, Carmen realizes that he also enjoys being choked, at least a little bit. It happens naturally when you're on top riding him. His head falls back and exposes his neck, so you just reach forward and squeeze a little. Carmy’s eyes pop wide open as he feels the blood rush to his head. It’s so blissful he’s just laying with his head thrown back and his mouth open as you release the pressure. 

“Does that feel good for you, too?” you ask. Carmy can’t even speak, he just nods dumbly at your question. “That’s why I love it so much when you do it to me, Carm.” When you squeeze again, he’s spilling into you with a choked groan. 

X = X-ray (Let's see what's going on under those clothes)

His cock is so fucking thick oh my god. It’s a bit  longer than average length wise, but the girth is massive. You’re not even sure you can take it when he pulls his cock out for the first time. He has to fuck you so slow the first time you have sex because the stretch is just so much. He spends at least the first five minutes inside of you staying completely still to let you adjust to his size. The last thing he wants to do is hurt you. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He’s down to have sex whenever and wherever (as long as it’s private). Carmy feels like he doesn’t fuck you enough as is, which is why you two are increasingly having quickies in his office as his time becomes more consumed by the Bear. 

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Carmy is very much awake up until the point he finishes your aftercare. Meanwhile the second you cum you’re fighting your eyelids begging Carmy to cuddle you to sleep. He has a job to do, though, he needs to clean you up, and carry you to the bathroom so you don’t get a UTI. Once he’s finished with after care he’s out like a light with you tucked in his arms, resting on his chest. 

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im just thinking about lads men as girl dads...

zayne

i cant imagine him having a girl because it would require a lot from the stoic, indifferent and serious doctor

like imagine zayne's hair with many colorful hair rubber ties, clips and ribbons

him sitting on a tiny tea set — with pink apron, forced by his princess to use his 'girl voice', surrounded by plushies

if he grows a mullet, expect that it would be tied into two ponytails or tiny braids

ballet classes — he'd be forced to memorize the steps in case his wife wont be able to cover the practice at home due to hunter missions

he'd be forced by his princess to wear a tutu

and of course the tiny version of his wife would pout if he refuse to wear a crown that should go with a tutu

of course he has to role play the fairy god mother, with the wand and again... the 'girl' voice

would play elsa because of his evol

and his wife has a whole collection of photos and videos of the great doctor zayne who cant say no to a tiny girl because he love his princess so much

xavier

his daughter's personal lampshade during scary nights

his soft, gentle voice is perfect in calming his baby girl, would lull her back to sleep just listening to him ramble about random things

would tell bedtime stories and make it extra magical because of his evol

also would be forced to be the fair god mother because he can create fairy dusts

prefers it if his daughter would play with his fluffy hair cause it means he gets to lie down

would take her to the arcade and win a lot of plushies

his daughter would always get the full princess treatment — according to philos customs

rafayel

of course his daughter is a combination of his sass and his wife's stubbornness

would often argue over petty things, but of course he is just being playful (sometimes)

gets a taste of his own medicine (and his wife would too)

he'd often get surprised with his daughter's witty comeback, to the point that he'd have to stop himself from smiling proudly because its gonna bite him back in the ass.

loves tea party — would turn his hair to his sea god form, complete with his 'girl' voice

forced to play little mermaid, with the sea shells on his chest

sometimes he'd whine at you dramatically, how the sea god's powers have been reduced to a toddler's entertainment.

sylus

complete opposite of zayne — doesnt bat an eye at every request of his darling princess

tutu and crown? he'd wear the rainbow ones.

he'd even be a stage dad, prompting his girl the steps by gesturing — with a smug look.

would often compete with his wife on the favorite parent

knows every disney princess movie song lyrics

uses his 'girl' voice at tea party, but his girl would stop him because he sounded weird (he complains about it to his wife)

would force mephisto to stay away from his girl because it would get fat again (but the crow would sneak in her room at night)

ended up influencing his girl with his love for cars and motorcycles

built her own tiny castle in his mansion

caleb

would make his baby float in the air

sometimes he'd use his baby girl's tight grip to grab the remote from the coffee table using his evol

rough house plays — tickle time, bed wrestling, etc

his princess loves his bedtime stories

lets his baby use his bionic arm as a tree branch

painted nails, make up — yes, he'd let his girl do it on him

would let his girl draw on his bionic arm, even had one drawing marked on it permanently

can do his princess' hair perfectly — pigtails, braids, buns — all of it.

of course all of them spoil their own kid rotten.

[pennyold]

Naughty Girl | p.t

Summary: he’s the reverend, it’s a sin to feel like this, all needy and horny when he talks… but sure, he can fix it.

Warnings: slightly blasphemy, p in v, teasing, hair pulling, hand-tied, rough sex, cheating, cursing (very filthy language), dacryphilia, plot then sex.

a/n: Since I watched that movie, I loved the environment, It's also an underrated movie, it's so good. I have felt some kind of attachment to Robert as a reverend while I watched him on screen, that’s why I’m sharing this. If you don’t like it, don’t interact!! If you do, enjoy and be part of this secret cult 🙈 !!

w.c: 897

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peace and love, penny ★

Late night church, there was a reunion, the village was here, some of them, the catholic ones. The people were chatting, almost whispering, till the reverend Preston appeared, wearing his classic old white shirt, with the sleeves up to the elbows and his big shiny watch adorned his big harm. Everyone looks at him, waiting for his words to spit out of his mouth. “Welcome,” he looks at everyone, stopping in me, he smirks and looks away. “I know you are wondering why I made this reunion…” I looked at my mother, for her, he was like a god, a miracle. I keep watching the reverend Preston, his big hands and serious face. He walked through the dais; I could hear his shoes slapping the old wood, he bit his finger, looking for his words. 

The reunion ends, everyone wakes up, and I don’t, mom sees me and furrows his eyebrows “Are you staying, darling?” I nod “Yes, ma, I have a session with the reverend.” she smiles and nods. “Fine, see ya at home,” then kiss my forehead. When the church was almost empty, and the reverend sat in his chair, I walked through him. He looks at me with his head down. “Yes, sweetheart?” I grab the end of my dress, shy. “I-I’m going to stay again,” he smiled. “Good, just wait for everyone to leave.” I nod and sit, waiting for him, I twist my dress material impatiently. I’m needy, that’s why. 

I watched how my feet curled; I looked away and saw a pair of black shoes, I looked up; it was the reverend. “Ready?” I nod, standing up. I followed him, walking to his car. He opened the copilot seat, inviting me to get in, and I pulled my dress down. Minutes later, he was on my right side, driving, sometimes looking at me. “How are you?” he broke the silence. I gasped and watched him for just a second. “I-I’m good, you?” he snorted, “Busy, but good too.” in a blink, we were in his house. “She’s not at home.” I know the reverend read my mind, last time, his wife almost caught us. I stepped away from the car, waking to his home, a big house but old. I stand at the entrance awkwardly. “Don’t be shy, sweetheart,” grab my hand, making me follow him to his living room. “We have been here before, don’t you remember?” he took a loose lock and put it behind my ear, then grabbed my chin “Are you needy?” he watched my nipples peeking out of my dress, I nodded. “I knew it, you pulling your dress, being nonchalant, I can feel it…” I put my hand on his chest, pulling his shirt to get him closer to me. “Please,” I begged to melt in Preston’s arms. He took my hair, pulling it, and I moaned, I was more turned on. “Naughty girl, so fucking turned on.” then he kissed me, messing my mouth with his saliva, I grabbed him harder, moaning in his mouth. The kiss was warm but sloppy; he pulled my hair once again, making me tear. “Preston…” he kissed my cheek “What is it, Bun” “Fuck me, please,” he laughed and grabbed my hips, I was unconscious of my movements. “Slow down, sweetheart,” he gets closer to my ear, whispering, “Wanna make you a messy little whore, so wet for me, sticky and deliciously” I bite my bottom lip, anxious.

That was exactly where I was, hand-tied with the ribbon I had in my ponytail; the material was burning my wrist. I groaned in pain, almost crying “Please, please, ah,” he grabbed my hair with his fist, I complained, and the tear I contained for a  few moments finally fell down my cheek. “Look at you,” he laughed in my face “A full mess, that’s what I like, pretty girls like you, crybaby and vulnerable” he let me go, pushing the side of my face into the mattress “Wanted to be fucked” I can hear his smile, he enjoys looking me like this “That’s what she’s going to get.” ripping my panties, he pulled my hips backward, making his cock touch my folds dangerously. “I’m gonna fuck this pretty pussy you have, Bunny,” lick my ear. “Oh lord…” he laughed again “He’s not going to save you from this.” He guided the tip of his cock into my entrance, teasing me, I just whimpered, needy, dripping my juices. Slowly slide his cock in my tight walls, pulling it in and out. “Oh… shit,” he groaned, stroking my pussy, harder and faster. 

The sound of our bodies slapping was too loud like the bed cracking, I whimpered a messy word, I was speechless, I was getting my high. “So… fucking… Ugh,” groaned again, “You’re so tight…” “I’m gonna cum!” I scream, biting the sheets. He slapped my ass, it burned but felt good. The feeling of my nipples rubbing the sheets made me get faster my cum; I moved on the ribbon that held my wrists while I let my pussy squeeze Preston’s cock, he kept stroking me until his cum spread in my inside walls. That was the best, him sliding inside before cumming, overstimulating me while I squeezed him. “Fuck…” he put his chest in my back, grabbing my chin and kissing me, sloppy kiss like we like it.

divider: @/enchanthings-a

[pinkpuppipawz]

POLY! SATOSUGU ˖ . ☆

MINORS DNI!!!

╰┈➤ includes; poly satosugu ft gn! reader, a separate part where reader is afab and how they comfort you during period time, shoko is included because she’s a #girl boss, separate nsfw part, they didn’t have the kfc breakup in this so dw

╰┈➤ a/n; the shibuya arc destroyed me and I’m in desperate need for fluff, reader’s a sub (sos to all the tops/switches, I’m just a sub at heart)

these guys are complete opposites

but in a good way that they pretty much compliment each other

when you entered their life, they were smitten

they were both dating before you came into their life, they never thought of having another partner but then you came along and boom

satoru is a clingy bastard

this goes for both you and suguru

neither of you guys are safe from the menace that is satoru

he’s clingy but you guys love him for that, cause that means cuddle piles 24/7 when you’re all free and not busy with killing curses etc.

suguru is the peace keeper in a sense, he’s the most chill

like if there’s ever an argument between you guys, he’s usually the one that encourages communication

my guy knows that communication is very important in order to maintain a healthy, happy long lasting relationship

suguru shows affection more subtlety than gojo

instead of rushing towards you as soon as you come home, he instead has food ready for you if you’re hungry, if not then he just puts it in the fridge for later

one thing suguru loves is having his hair played with, you can brush it, braid it, anything, he’s like a Barbie doll

speaking of hair when you guys are sleeping, 9 times out of 10 you will find sugurus hair in your mouth, even if it’s tied in a neat bun (which he doesn’t usually do since he likes having his hair down when sleeping/relaxing)

geto is very caring and reminds you of a mother/father figure, since he always asks you and gojo wether you’ve eaten, had something to drink etc.

not in the overbearing way either, he just wants to make sure his loves are in top condition :3

shoko is the no.1 wing woman, like she roots for you guys all the time, she’s so glad that this chaotic duo found you

if you ever wanna hang out with her without the boys, you usually have to sneak out since gojo is really reluctant on letting you go without him, not in a toxic way, he’s just really fucking clingy and so wants to be around you as much as possible

but as soon as you tell him suguru’s coming home when you’re gone, he instantly plans out the little date they have whilst you go out with shoko

speaking of dates, they’re either spent in a fancy ass restaurant for dinner, or a causal night in with take out whilst watching a movie, gojo insisting on horror even though you and suguru both know he’ll piss his pants and hide behind a pillow throughout the whole film

shoko fourth wheels you guys a lot, even though suguru tends to not show affection outside of the house, gojo lives for PDA

like when you guys are walking, he’ll slither between your bodies so he’s in the middle, only to grab both of your hands and intertwine them🥹

gojo is also a big fan of cheek/forehead kisses

yes he loves kissing you on the lips but that’s more so for in the house

gojo tends to get very grumpy when you don’t reciprocate his affectionate gestures, but dw you can cheer him up by bribing him with his favourite sweets, it usually works, if not that then you can make it up to him in the bedroom *wink wink*

when sleeping gojo tends to spread out his long ass limbs as far as they can go, which leaves you and suguru barely any space

gojo defo snores, man sounds like a whole ass tractor at best, at worst a bloody horn that you hear on ships

suguru doesn’t snore, he just mumbles in his sleep sometimes, which is cute low-key

gojo is a light sleeper (due to his six eyes) and suguru is a heavy sleeper, like you have to suffocate him with a pillow to wake him tf up sometimes

whenever you have a cold/are sick, the boys become so doting, satoru somehow becoming even more clingy even though you keep on warning him that he may also get sick too, cocky bastard claiming ‘I won’t since I’m the strongest’ only to, unsurprisingly, have the exact same illness once you’re better

if you struggle with mental health a lot, the boys will do pretty much anything to help you out

gojo usually prefers to buy you loads of sugar/sweets if that’s your thing, if not then he will cuddle you and just be there for you

suguru understands since he has struggled with mental health in the past and is there for you if you want to vent/rant to someone

if you are neurodivergent then they will try their best to help with your needs

eg. if you’re overstimulated they will bring you to the closest quiet area and help you calm down wether via hugs and kisses or giving you some alone time

same goes for if you have a disability eg. you use a wheelchair etc. they are very supportive and they don’t care as in you’re still the love of their life no matter what

IF READER HAS A PERIOD (feel free to skip this if you don’t get periods)

they obviously don’t understand how painful periods can be, but they don’t make any negative comments about it

when you have terrible cramps their hearts ache as they can’t really do much other than giving you medication, hot water bottle and tea

suguru tends to place his hand on your stomach if you want to of course

if you’re craving foods, they will get them for you

mainly gojo tho cause he also loves food

when you get emotional they kinda just stand there like 🧍

one time you cried over suguru giving you a forehead kiss, he was very concerned

bro was worried he somehow upset you :(

they definitely go to shoko for some more advice on how to comfort you when you’re on your period

gojo defo says ‘apperantly orgasms can relief period cramps sooo’

you slapped him in the face

NSFW SECTION!

CW: DOM/SUB DYNAMICS, SWITCH! GOJO, BRAT! GOJO, SPANKING, SOFT DOM! GETO, BRAT TAMER! GETO, SUB!READER, AFTERCARE

when it comes to sexy times, geto is always the one in charge

sometimes gojo gets ahead of himself and forgets his place, only to be spanked till his ass is red by suguru

suguru loves praising you so much, he hates it when you misbehave and he has to spank you

gojo loves spanking you on the other hand, he also loves receiving a spanking from suguru

if gojo misbehaves one thing suguru loves to do is tie him up and make him watch as geto fucks you dumb

gojo cant touch himself, and if he does then he has to have a vibrator on his cock and not cum for 30 mins whilst watching geto fuck you yet again

satoru has a high sex drive and can seemingly go on for hours on end

suguru has a high sex drive too, but it’s not as high as gojos’

gojo’s a horny bastard :(

sometimes you will find yourself being woken up by gojo giving you head in the morning

yes suguru does find out, one way or another, and punishes gojo for giving you head without getos permission (dw gojo and geto both have ur consent to do sexy stuff to you whilst you sleep, you guys all agreed on this in the beginning of the relationship)

suguru prefers giving head over receiving, since he loves making either you or gojo moan out his name whilst he gives you delicious head

gojo prefers receiving but sometimes enjoys giving

gojo mainly prefers receiving from you since unlike geto you don’t tease him

geto’s a fucking tease in the bedroom, to both of you but mainly gojo since he’s so bratty and suguru hates that (secretly loves it)

sometimes gojo will fuck you whilst he gets fucked by geto

aftercare is a MUST for both gojo and geto

especially after an intense session

sometimes you end up slipping into sub space which can be a problem since they both hate seeing you that way

they instantly cover you with kisses, hugs and so much praise

bath time always happens after, the boys joining you

you even have a little snack or a big snack depending on how rough the session was

after you’re all taken care of, the boys and you hop into a clean, fresh bed and fall asleep in each others’ arms <3

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[obsessednothing]

Mr. Russell

George Russell x fem!reader

Summary: when you’re digging into secrets of dangerous people, you might get burned or…

Warning: this is pure filth, SMUT, 18+, cursing, spanking, reader being tied up, maybe dark theme?, unprotected sex, mafia!George, no use of Y/N

A/N: I am sick this week and laying bored in my bed made me wrote this. I hope you enjoy it!

My mind couldn’t wrap around the fact that I woke up tied to the bed, in the bedroom I have no recollection of getting into, completely naked.

“I see, you’re awake, darling.”

The voice of a man was heard beside me. Laying on my stomach with my head towards the direction of the window it was very hard to turn to that voice, but I tried my best. It was George. George Russell. The mafia boss everybody warned me about. And I didn’t listen.

“Tsk, tsk. You were a very bad girl. Poking into secrets that you know nothing about. You should’ve been careful. But.. you were so goddamn curious, weren’t you? So, I thought that you’d be happy to experience some of that secrets for yourself.”

My mouth was dry, I swallowed hard as I listened to him. Working as an investigative reporter, it was my job to look through some cases to make my articles interesting. There were some rumours, that Russell had his own sex club, and that alone wasn’t so bad, but also drugs were involved along with some torture and violence, leading to deaths of clients and sometimes even of the “employees”.

Reels of my thoughts was interrupted by his hand on my cheek, caressing it lightly, tracing gently along my jaw.

“Speechless now, huh? You know, I can make you talk.”

“No, no, I’m gonna talk, just don’t, please.”

My voice sounded desperate and hopeless, exactly what he wanted. Trying to move my hands, the restrains dug more into the delicate flesh of mine, the soft whimper leaving my mouth.

George chuckled, when he got up from the bed, walking around it to stand right behind me. I couldn’t see much, but I bet that he liked what he was looking at. Next thing I know was his hands slipping under my stomach, pulling me upwards by my hips.

“Ass up, darling. You’re a sight for sore eyes. This is how you should be - naked, desperate and completely at my mercy. But no, you’d rather dig into shit to get informations for your stupid articles about me.”

“G-George, I-“

“For you, I’m Mr. Russell.”

And with that he slapped my ass. Hard.

“Fuck… Mr. Russell.” Choked whimper escaped my mouth as I was shocked, what just happened.

“That’s my good girl.”

His hands caressed the flesh of my ass, squeezing it and massaging it. My face was flushed with embarrassment, because, believe it or not, I liked that. A lot.

“You wanted to say something, darling? I interrupted you.” He spoke so casually, like this whole situation wasn’t even happening.

“I wanted to say, that- that I never intended to interrupt your business. I didn’t want that informations for articles, it was just my own curiosity.”

“And I am supposed to believe you, huh? Because I can’t, sweetheart. I saw the drafts you wrote.”

“But-“

Another slap across my ass. This time I felt the tingling and my toes on my feet curled from it as I bit into my lip to suppress a moan.

“You’re a fucking liar, darling. And I hate liars.”

I wasn’t able to say something else, because he spanked my ass for another five times. Delicate flesh of my behind stung and surely was red, his hands marked deeply into my skin. I was panting, tears burning in my eyes, because it fucking hurt. My body, on the other hand, had its own way to betray me.

“Ah, darling, you’re a naughty girl. Look how wet you got just from a little spanking session. We’re gonna have a lot of fun together. Unfortunately, I think that you’re not gonna get back to your usual job. Maybe I will keep you as my fucktoy from now on.”

I wanted to protest, but he was always a step ahead of me, his fingers now teasing my leaking pussy. That made me shut up instantly. Just as his fingertips traced the way to my sensitive bundle of nerves, I moaned softly and I knew it made him smile.

“Mmm… I can’t wait to claim you. You make me unbelievably hard, baby. Consider yourself special, it’s not happening often, because I’m not quite impressed by anybody.”

His voice was laced with lust and desire, it was like a music for my ears, getting straight to my core, to clench around nothing, craving him, aching for his cock to fill me.

“Please…”

“Please what, darling? Use your words. Tell me, what you want.”

Embarrassed by my neediness, I buried my head into the pillow, feeling the tension in my shoulders from the way I was tied up to the headboard.

Humming in disapproval, his fingers slid through my soaked folds, poking at the entrance, my back arching from the sensation.

“You need to say it, baby. Without that, I’m just gonna tease you to the oblivion. I can do that all night.”

Now I could feel his breath fanning over my aching core, my arms pushing against the restraints.

“I want you to eat my pussy, George, fuck, please. Please!”

I let out a loud plea, begging him to taste my arousal, to relieve the tension in my lower belly.

He just tsked at my desperate attempt, his fingers smearing my wetness across my ass cheek.

“You forgot about something. I thought I made that clear earlier.”

My mind was hazy from the desire and arousal but then I remembered.

“Please, make me cum with your mouth, Mr. Russell.”

“I knew you’re a good girl, darling.”

With that words, I felt his hot lips on my wet pussy, lapping on my bundle of nerves, while sliding his fingers inside me, stretching me out. Loud moans of mine filled the room, it was like ecstasy, my legs trembling from how good he was. I tried to move my hips a little, to get more from him but his strong arm kept me in place, just like he wanted. At first he made slow circles around my swollen nub, his fingers deep inside me, poking at my sweet spot, but then he picked up the pace with his fingers, while he was practically latched on my clit. That was too much, overwhelming feeling and I was a moaning mess, gasping for air, closer and closer to my climax.

Suddenly he stopped, getting away from me and I shifted in disapproval that he didn’t make me cum.

“W-why-“

“Shhh. Don’t worry. You’ll get to cum. But I want to feel that around my cock.”

I heard him undoing his pants, freeing his rocking hard length and as far as I could see, he smeared his cock with my juices he still had on his fingers from a while ago. It made him go feral, nearly cumming instantly of how erotic that was.

“Please, Mr. Russell. Fuck me. Fuck me like a whore.”

I didn’t care about my reputation or my image after this. I needed him, his cock seemed perfect to fill me up good and it was all that mattered now. My pussy was so worked up, dripping with arousal that I would do anything to have him.

“You’re my whore. Remember that.”

He said almost breathlessly, teasing me with his cock as he neared with it to my entrance. With one slow motion he pushed into me, stretching me to the limits, while I was nearly screaming from the overwhelming pleasure. I heard his huff along with chuckle, he was really satisfied with his making, giving my ass one slap before he started moving his hips against mine.

My brain went blank, my sight blinded as I let out a choked moans, saying his name in raspy voice, my throat dry from all that.

“You love this cock, right? Nobody can ever make you feel like this. Nobody can ever make this pussy so wet like me.”

His words made my mind spinning, I was so cockdrunk that I was drooling into the pillow. Each of his hard thrust was like a heaven for my sweet spot inside me, getting me closer and closer to release.

“Oh- my-“

“You’re gonna cum, aren’t you? Huh? You think you deserve it?”

I nodded yes, desperately.

“Hm. Cum for me, darling.”

With another stretching thrust I felt my pussy tightening around him, slipping over the edge of my arousal, giving me the most toe curling orgasm I ever experienced. My body was writhing underneath him, his hand slapping my ass again to heighten my pleasure even more.

As I was coming down from my high, I also felt him twitching inside me, his pace picking up, riding to his high.

“That’s it, baby girl, I’m gonna fill you up, you’re gonna be dripping. I- ah- fuck!”

George couldn’t even finish the sentence, how he was caught off guard when my pussy squeezed him once more, ending with him painting my inner walls with his precious seed. He nearly collapsed onto me, how much he was done, breathing heavily like if he just ran a marathon.

After a while I decided to speak up. “G-George… my arms.. it hurts.”

George got out of the trance as he carefully slid out of me, kneeling beside me to untie the restraints on my hands that surely will leave marks. Then he laid down on the bed, pulling me closer to him, making me whimper a little, feeling my body sore and stiff.

“Was it the way you imagined it?” George placed a soft kiss in my hair, caressing my back lovingly.

“Mhm… much better than that, actually.” I hummed with smile.

“I enjoyed it too. We should do this role play thing more often. I felt powerful as a dangerous mafia boss.” He chuckled as he spoke.

“My dangerous Mr. Russell. You know how hard it is to say that when you’re begging for something?”

“You didn’t think that I would go easy on you, did you?”

He captured my lips in tender kiss, giving me all comfort and love I needed after that rough session.

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Please don’t use my writings without permission! Pictures not mine, they’re from Pinterest.

[journalsfromjupiter]

I think it’s time for Upper East Side!Suguru 🤭

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Ever seen a Calvin Klein Ad?

All lean silhouettes in low lighting. Dark, tousled hair. Angular jawlines sharp enough to cut glass. Minimalist black-and-white. Skin, silk, and a thousand dollars of quiet attitude.

Yeah. That’s pretty much Suguru. 

The luscious dark hair—usually tied back in that signature low bun like he’s too cool to care, but of course he does. The sharp cheekbones. The eyebrow piercing that’s somehow elegant. The kind of toned body that doesn’t look like it came from a gym, but from walking around shirtless in a $3,000 loft while listening to obscure vinyl.

It makes sense that he’s had at least ten modeling offers—Calvin Klein, Tom Ford, Hugo Boss, even freaking Berluti once asked him to do a winter campaign.

He turned them all down.

“Too much attention,” he’d said, scrolling lazily through the proposal emails over brunch one morning. “Also, they wouldn’t let me wear my rings.”

You’d expect someone who looks like him to be a playboy, a walking thirst trap with commitment issues and a rotating cast of forgettable dates. But that’s not Suguru.

He’s chill. Too chill, sometimes. A go-with-the-flow type. The kind of man who’ll show up to a black-tie event in a silk shirt unbuttoned to mid-chest and still somehow look more put-together than everyone else.

Where Satoru is all charm and chaos, Suguru is calm and collected.

It’s like watching two halves of the same coin.

Satoru dazzles, winks, and lights up every room.

Suguru just is—steady, magnetic, and low-key dangerous without even trying.

It's frustratingly effortless.

Which makes sense, because he’s handsome as fuck. Like, most girls start drooling before he’s even opened his mouth. And yet, Suguru doesn’t need to try. His charm is in the quiet moments, the genuine laughs, the way he remembers your café order even if he’s distracted by his phone.

But when he does speak? Low voice. Casual wit. Razor-sharp when he wants to be, disarmingly thoughtful when you least expect it.

He’s more substance than show. Which, in this world, is rare.

He’s closer to his family than most people up here. His parents are old-school Upper East Side, involved in high-end art dealing and curation—think MoMA board members, Met Gala committee regulars, dinner parties with Rothschilds. They expect him to follow in their footsteps, naturally. They talk about “legacy” over smoked salmon blinis and subtly shame Satoru for being “so American with his money.”

Suguru shrugs it off. He’s not against it. Art isn’t the worst thing to spend a life around, and he’s got a good eye. But it’s not him, not fully.

When Satoru insisted they live in the same building, Suguru didn’t even fight it. Not because he was convinced—he rarely is—but because Satoru would’ve found a way to do it anyway. So now he lives in the penthouse just below his best friend’s.

Which...is a decision he regrets almost every weekend.

No amount of ceiling-thumping or blasting Arctic Monkeys can block out the unholy symphony of whatever the hell Satoru gets up to above. 

Suguru tried to resort to noise-canceling headphones and passive-aggressively gifting him a soundproofing consultant for Christmas. (Satoru laughed and asked if he was jealous. Suguru preferred not to answer.)

He also tried making a noise complaint once. The doorman just laughed.

So, Suguru spends most weekends either at your place or hanging with Shoko, pretending he’s not mildly traumatized by the acoustics of rich people sex.

And honestly, as fast-paced and sharp-edged as life is on the Upper East Side—where power is currency, and appearance is everything—Suguru moves to a different rhythm.

He’s not trying to win the game.

He just wants to feel real in a world built on façades.

He likes the quiet moments between the chaos. The way you roll your eyes when he compliments you. The way Shoko makes instant ramen like it’s a love language. The way he can sit beside you on a balcony and say nothing, and still feel like the world makes sense.

Suguru doesn’t chase anything. He lets things come to him.

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I’m drooling over him rn if I’m honest. Like. Unwell.

It's only gonna get worse from here. Shoko or Nanami next??? 😉

xoxo,

𝓢𝓪𝓵𝓿𝓪

[yikesy]

you know those things where they personify the different facets of a character's personality into different people??? my take on that with (rrverse) apollo:

"sun" apollo: the arts, music and poetry. apollo's "facade" as it were. very dramatic, bombastic and performative, acts as if he were always on a stage. constantly distracting and entertaining himself with outside stimuli, zero introspection to be sought here!!. hopeless romantic. feels incredibly guilty when facing light!pollo so he just doesn't. on the rare few times his mask breaks he's just very tired and bitter. he looks like "modern" apollo, golden skin and hair, but his hair is also literally made of flames

"light" apollo: represents his truth and revelation aspects, directness and straightforwardness. is currently always surrounded in an inescapable lightless void. VERY intense and angry, not much to be happy about lately. fucking HATES sun!pollo, considers him to have ruined their lives and betrayed their morals and Self. would actually rather die than keep existing as is but can't. loves his siblings. can sometimes be heard chained screaming and crying in your ear. blinding to look at but looks like past apollo, with straight platinum hair. dresses in stark white

"knowledge" apollo: calm and rational. the mediator of the group, he's the one with the most empathy for the others of the bunch and is always quick to remind light and sun how their situation was influenced by outside factors and they're all doing the best they can. doesn't fall for logical fallacies, knows who the real enemy is. optimistic, sensible and uplifting. the most human looking of the bunch, has curly dark golden hair tied up in a bun and a real laurel branch wreath. is often holding scrolls

"prophecy" apollo: mysterious, mischievous and easygoing. nothing seems to surprise or faze him. always smiling like he knows something you don't or is laughing at you. whimsical, smug and amazingly confident. all around cheshire cat vibes. his smile turns gentle when the others are freaking out too much and he tells them he knows everything will turn out fine (if they ask his if he knows with his powers he tells them he just has faith ;)) just "immortal who's gone around the block and back" energy. has straight dirty blonde hair and vibrant green eyes. the most "primal" looking of the bunch, sometimes has antlers or a veil or extra eyes. always barefoot

[justasecretflower]

Dating Gyutaro before he became a demon🤍

You look lost, visit my garden?

- You’re his reason for life, you and his younger sister.

- you met him while he was limping back to his house after he had went out because his mother had brought a customer over.

- his little sister was with him, ume.

- also, he tried running away at first..

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I carefully walked slowly through the street, it was a chilly autumn night in the streets of Japan, the breeze swaying in between strands of my h/c hair, a quiet night, just me and the slight wind, snug kimono and contentment overflowing me. Suddenly, a man and a little girl appear before me, he looked around 20, with a girl attached to his hip. I took in the man and his sisters general appearance. The man was skin and bones, and wore a brown torn up kimono, his hair was black and scruffy, tied into a bun, and I was pretty sure I could smell him all 10 feet away. The little girl had white hair and also looked like she was deprived of food and water. A pang of hurt swelled up inside of me seeing they’re starvation so obvious with their sunken torsos and rib cages showing, a surge of compassion came right after as I gained the courage to speak up. “Hey, what’s your name? I’m y/n” I said softly, while tapping his bony shoulder. His head snaps towards me, his dull blue eyes blown out and red shot. I couldn’t even get a word in before he just..ran away.

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- it would take you a couple tries to get his trust, you gave him and his sister food, stitched up some of his torn clothes, a bunch of stuff.

- eventually, he let you in slowly, but just because it took him a long time to trust you, don’t think it took him a long time to fall in love with you..

- he fell first, and harder.

- he calls you his “sun-ray” while talking about you.

- when he goes to sleep he thinks about how much better you deserve while he tears up. You don’t need a burden like him, he was convinced.

- he feels like he shouldn’t even look at you, with him being so ugly, unclean, dirty.

- yet when you grab his cheeks and look into his eyes he just melts into your touch and hesitantly starts kissing your hands.

- he will bow down and kiss your feet no question if you ask ..

- when he sees you with ume he almost cries every time. Seeing his sister be so loved by some he so loves..

- his lips are chapped, so it’s not pleasant to kiss but he puts all of his love into his kisses you barely notice his chapped lips.

- he is forever grateful and SO in love with you.

- sometimes he just breaks down because he can’t pay for a proper wedding to marry you.

- his sister ADORES you. You guys brush each others hair, look at pretty kimonos together, it’s so fun :(.

- he’s always at your home despite feelings horrible about it. The first time he came over he didn’t move an inch from the front door for about 10 minutes because he kept saying he was too dirty to walk in your home.

- sometimes, he’ll lay his head on your thighs and just look at you with so much love you nearly pass out. He’s so in love with you it’s crazy, and it’s SO noticeable.

- his love language is words of affirmation. Please call him pretty even if he doesn’t believe it.

- he tells you how beautiful you are, how lucky he is to end up with you, how talented you are, almost daily.

- well, I hope nothing goes wrong :).

Demon slayer reqs open.

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[slowlyoats]

The Lost Boys: On an Average Night what can be Found in there Pockets?

Marko

- Bang snaps (those little hand held fireworks, that spark when you throw them on the ground)

- Rocks

- An extra earring backing, because he away seems to lose his

- A waded up piece of chewed bubble gum

- A piece of chalk

- Parking tickets (he likes to collect all the tickets he gets from parking his bike on the board walk. He’s up to 17 at the moment)

- The key to his bike

- Paul’s key too (David won’t let him hold on to it anymore since Paul has lost it a bunch of times)

- Sometimes a frog

- He just can’t help himself and likes to pick one up and take it along to the boardwalk for a little ride

Paul

- Some type of candy

- Like those little pixie sticks

- Or pop rocks or smarties

- He likes to have extra to share with Laddie

- Tickets from the carnival games

- He’s trying save up for something nice, but he keeps losing his tickets :/

- Pocket change

- He NEVER has actual money on him and always has to ask one of the boys to spot him

- He can’t help it he’s a material girl!

Dwayne

- His wallet

- money

- This man has the cash

- A membership card to a local mechanic shop

- A reward card for the local candy store (Paul and Laddie have spent a LOT of change in there so they are one stamp away from a free pound of fudge)

- Hair ties

- Laddie loves his long hair, but he can get frustrated after a long night of it falling in his face

- So Dwayne will either pull it back in a bun or pony tail for him

- If he has the time, and can get Laddie to sit still long enough, he will braid Laddie’s hair

David

- A spare key to Max’s house that Max gave him for emergencies

- A rewards card to Max’s video store

- A little note book and little pencil

- He likes to keep track of how much money the boys have in it

- He also will write down numbers that he finds in bathroom stalls

- Marko calls that list of numbers the “room service menu”

- When they are lazy and don’t want to leave the cave, David will “call for room service” and within 30 mins or so they will have a tasty meal

- The boys definitely confuse and traumatize the person who arrives by shouting “room service is here!!” and “order up!”

- Poor guy didn’t stand a chance

- And when the person finally realizes that the vibes are HELLA off it’s too late

Boardwalk rando: look man, I didn’t sign up for this! I was just looking for a good time!

Paul: this is a good time! Just not a long one for you…