#he's a brat !! a biter !!! he does what he wants !!!

[bruciemilf]

Love the image of pro hero Bakugou aggressively reinforcing that, actually, his powerhouse hamster of a husband CAN and WILL keep him in line.

“The pretty bastard wrangles nipple biters and their dumbass parents like nothing. Of- fucking- course he can keep my ass in place. Who do you think I married?!”

“Mr. Bakugou, sir, we just asked how your last mission went—“

“If Izuku asked me to blow this entire building and everyone in it like a birthday cake, I’d do it. Immediately. “

“Um, —“

“ I’m home when he wants me home. If he wants katsudon at 4 in the morning, guess where the fuck I am. In the kitchen! If he wants me to attend some dumbass quirk demonstration for our brats, I’ll DO SO! My husband does whatever the fuck he wants.”

The message is pretty unambiguous.

Izuku buries his head in his hands when he sees the interview, face completely red.

“Nipple biters, Kacchan!?”

“S’what they are, ain’t they?“

“Honey, you can’t SAY that on LIVE television.”

“Bitch, you knew what I was when you married me.“

[willowser]

you don't know how much comfort your dragon king bkg drabble has given me ever since you posted it!! i keep reading it i love it sm 🥹

as it turns out, the man bakugou is — a bit harder to handle.

he sleeps like a heathen; you once thought the dragon bakugou to be a bit lazy, with how often he tended to curl up in the fields of grass, warm under the sun, but now — it would seem his little human form needs significantly less rest.

almost up all hours of the day, and when he does finally lay down, he's everywhere. a mess of limbs: one thrown carelessly out to the side and the other bent at an angle you can't believe doesn't hurt his joints. his head stays tucked into you somehow, either buried in your neck or pressed against your ribs — or you'll wake to find him nose-to-nose with you. he still snores like a dragon, however.

you're also beginning to wonder if there is a bottom to the pit of his stomach. he ate much before, whole fields of things, but you expected that appetite to dwindle, at least a little, now that his stomach has decreased considerably in size. and in number ? you're not even sure how many stomachs a dragon has; that's not something that was mentioned in the fairytales.

it burns through him quickly, gives him more energy than he needs, and it doesn't ever seem to affect his weight much. already, he's huge and thick with muscle and eating as much as he does never dulls the severity of his cut abdomen. not that you're looking all that much.

— not that you have a choice not to, as he seems to have little-to-no understanding of —

the door to the bathhouse kicks open, with enough force that you already know who it is without ever turning to look. you try not to shriek when you see him, because he seems to like that in some evil, impish way.

you've been alone to wash so far, thankfully, as the inn you'd managed to find was small and far enough out from the nearest kingdom that the occupancy was low — enough for you and your little brute.

the man bakugou comes to stand in front of the bath, blinking and huffing against the steam. finding clothes for him was — nearly impossible, and so the trousers you'd found hanging on someone's line outside fit above his ankles, a bit too tight around his waist. instead of a shirt, you've wrapped him in a scratchy linen, swaddled him up like a baby to cover the small smattering of scales that decorate his body, almost like freckles from the sun, though they gleam just as bright and red as they ever have. no matter his form.

a horn has started to sprout, on the right side of his forehead, and you've done your best to cover that, too.

you have no idea how long this man thing will last. if it's permanent or if he even has control over it. the last thing you need is for him to switch back, somehow, while you're in the middle of feeding him, absolutely demolishing whatever tavern you're in and calling all of king todoroki's guards to attention.

bakugou grunts, almost sleepy, and tosses a fat, weighty sack onto the edge of the bath. it jingles a certain jingle that makes your heart stop.

"oh, allfather—" you move for the edge, awkwardly keeping one arm against your chest despite the fact that he's seen it all by now. when you peek inside and confirm your fears, you lob it back to him furiously, as if it were a steaming potato. "where do you keep getting this stuff?"

things have started to turn up, miraculously. shiny things — like coins and rings and gems. things he could not have simply found rolling around in the dirt.

"go put it back!" you hiss at him, and the tone of your voice makes his frown deepen. you never realized how pouty he was, when he was still a dragon.

you think he understands you, and you're pretty certain he just chooses not to listen; instead of doing what you've told him in the slightest, he simply dumps the coin-purse to the floor, and then lets his linen and stolen trousers cover it as he unceremoniously undresses.

the biggest issue that you would say the man bakugou poses is — his complete lack of understanding of personal space.

"bakugou!" your voice wavers, shocked again by his nakedness. as if you haven't seen it all by now. "no, you — get out!"

but he does the exact opposite, which is hop into the steaming water, ignoring the arm you hold out to keep him away as he saddles up beside you. skin against scales, pressing a nose into your hair to huff out his annoyance, to make it something you can feel.

if anyone were to walk in right now, they would — probably think the lie you'd told the innkeeper was true. that you are a simple traveler and this is your mute, over-sized husband.

regardless, you think this behavior isn't polite. especially in a public bathhouse.

"bakugou," you try again, turning your face away as you speak to the wood-paneled wall. "i'm taking a bath, you have to wait your turn."

all you receive in response is another huff against your ear and a low rumble of disagreement from his chest.

he has yet to speak back, and has only used inhuman sounds as his points of conversation. the only word you've ever heard him utter is oi, which he does when he really thinks he needs your attention. you're starting to wonder if he's named you that in his head. oi.

curiously, you turn back to him and the movement has him pulling his face from your hair, just enough that he can look down at you, too. watch you, with the red-rippled sea in his eyes.

they're — amazing, you will admit. just as bright and detailed as they always have been. fit for a fairytale told by the fire, veiled by the soft-ash of his lashes. he watches you through them, half-lidded, and you wonder if it's something other than fatigue that has them so heavy.

"do you know what i'm saying?" you ask quietly, voice lacking the firm heat you want it to. instead it's heavy, too, weighted by something soft and unfamiliar and frightening. "can you even understand me?"

bakugou doesn't respond, not with a huff or a rumble or ever a purr, like the one he let out on the night he lay over you by the lake. you've only heard it sparingly since then, oftentimes in his sleep when his face is pressed into you.

you try not to frown at his silence, try not to let it disappoint you because it shouldn't; he's a dragon afterall, and you're not sure what it matters. the little horn protruding from his forehead catches your eye and you reach up to touch it gently, watching him blink away the water that drips from your wrist — and then he's turning into you again, too close.

beneath the water, you feel his hands skate up your bare thighs, wrap around your waist until your chest is pulled flush against his. you feel his huff, again, against the damp skin of your neck but it's slower, lighter. not laced with his frustration. some unknown thing you feel guilty for liking.

you drop your hand to his hair, rushing full force into all the damned things you've thought about doing but have been too afraid to. he's soft between your fingers, and you trace your nails lightly against his scalp until he groans quietly; a new noise, one you don't know how to translate.

your fingers stop when they brush upon little spines that have grown at the base of his skull, that have started to trail down the center of his back.

suddenly, tangled up in the bath with him, you wonder how much time you have left.

bakugou huffs again into your skin, a little fiercer this time, and it's because of his light jostling that you realize how rigid you've gone. you try to relax so that he will, too, though you must not do a convincing job, because a sharp nip comes to your earlobe.

"ow!" you squeal, but he doesn't let you go far, not even as you try to jerk away from him. in fact, the harder you try the more his teeth show: into your cheek and the point of your jaw and then dangerously low on your neck.

it's not until you finally freeze that he stops, huffing again, with a warmth that burns more than the steaming water.

and then, very quietly, he grumbles, "shitty wife," into your collarbone, just before biting you again.

[r0-boat]

How many kids and what gender do the kings have in your headcanon?

Glad you asked I had a few kid headcannons while making the father hcs. That I just didn't add in because I didn't want to focus too much on the children.

I only have hcs for Levi, Satan and Mammon thoo

kid headcannons for 3 Whb Kings

(Leviathan, Satan, Mammon)

Satan

Satan wants a big family. Big happy family. But I feel being pregnant demons would be very taxing so you settle on 3.(one on the way later oops baby)

Two girls and one boy. No one is the true heir because he wants his entire family to rule together as one. The eldest daughter, She has picked up her dad's family and loving nature but she has as strict as she is loving. Her age is eternal she may look calm but she'll get you back in petty ways.

The middle child is a firecracker short-tempered brat ankle biter. Always has some sort of weapon is excited to inherit her father's motorcycle.

The youngest son, timid polite and gentle a good boy. Internalizing his rest trying to calm down but he is the worst when he finally does explode He's practically and enraged beast with no way to stop him.

Mammon

One girl. Daddy's Little princess. She has nicknamed the tyrant princess of Tartaros for a reason. When she wants something she's going to get it. But she has a heart of gold She is as generous she is greedy. She likes big pretty princess parties and forces her dad and little pink dresses for her tea parties with her giant stuffed animals.

She owns one of everything her dad has. And her rebellious phase is wanting to earn something herself she wants something to be fully hers."You're going to accept all of my gifts and you're going to like it >:("

The only reason why she didn't become spoiled and a tantrum throwing child is because She thinks bimet is pathetic and doesn't want to become like him. In turn Bimet it's terrified of this child because there's too much power into this spoiled brat.(one to talk)

Has fights with Levi's kid and is good friends with Satan's kids.

Leviathan

One boy. That one kid is already a handful. If you think the kid is in danger with a father like Levi being jealous of his own son... Your wrong. If anything Levi is the one in danger. Don't worry the son grew out of trying to get rid of his father. But they still try to one up each other.

Complete mamma's boy. He's attached to you like a shadow. Whatever you're doing he wants to do with you and he'll do it with a smile.No matter how old you will always have a special place in his heart.

He wants to be seen as worthy to the throne of Hades to his father. He admires his father as a king and as his dad the reason why he's always so jealous is because he wants to be like him. Of course that's a secret he'll take to his grave.

Works a regular job (Levi's idea so he can have more time with you)

[akanesheep]

Who bites in Obey me!

All of these scenarios are completely consensual.

Lucifer: definitely marks with bites, but only where they can’t be seen. This man keeps up with appearances, and it wouldn’t do to have his mate display his passion so blatantly.

Mammon: greedy nibbles more than full on bites. He doesn’t want to harm his treasure, but he does mark what is his. They will be everywhere, both visible and not. He wants the world to know what is his. A marking of Greed as well as a challenge to those under him. Although if you mark him back, he’ll secretly love it.

Levi: it’s always the quiet ones, isn’t it? He’ll make small markings on you, in sensitive areas away from prying eyes… but what he loves more is when you mark him in bold places. You own this demon as much as he owns you.

Satan: Our demon of wrath is a biter, but keeps his passions in check as it is so close to his Wrath. He makes his marks before he allows his passion to take over, at this point he keeps that in check. He generally will keep them discrete, but will never pass up the opportunity to rub it in Lucifer’s face with a well placed bite to your neck or shoulder.

Asmo: not a chance. He would never mar your beautiful skin in such a self serving way. You aren’t allowed to mark him either. He will be draped over you constantly anyhow, so marks aren’t necessary.

Beel: Nope. Never in a million years. He would never risk the ability of his sin to take him over. There are places his mouth does go, but to bite? Never.

Belphie: this brat? Definitely. Always in a visible place, especially if it annoys you, just so he can get under Lucifer’s skin. It’s a double bonus, né?

Simeon: he dare not! He secretly wants to though.

Solomon: of course he does… not so much out of passion or need, but much like Belphie, he does it to tease you and remind the brothers you chose him.

Barbatos: he would never be so indiscrete as to mark you in a way visible to the public. After all, appearances are everything. He does mark your inner thigh though. It’s fine if no one sees it right?

Diavolo: prepare yourself. He will bite, and he enjoys it. He does maintain the sense of mind to keep it below the visible areas… most of the time. You’ve grown accustomed to covering them with the help of Barbatos. Usually as he scolds the Prince for it. Dia simply laughs and apologizes.

[sshadowritestoriess]

Hey! Do you think you could write some NSFW headcanons for Widow, Mercy, Kiriko, Lifeweaver and Genji (gender neutral afab reader) please? Feel free to ignore if that's too many characters or if you just don't want to do it. Have a great day, and don't forget to drink water dear author!

Sure! I did my best, sorry they’re all so short. I just didn’t want a super long post 😅

Widowmaker NSFW

She can quite literally take you out in ‘one shot’— you’re not certain how exactly she does it, but she touches you in all the right places in quick succession and finds exactly where you need her most in just an instant. You’ve lasted about thirteen seconds at most with this technique of hers, and it was quickly banned from the bedroom unless you asked for it

She’s a very hard biter, like she doesn’t realize she needs to be a bit more gentle. You often wonder if she thinks she’s actually going to inject venom into your bloodstream this way

Eerily quiet responses toward any pleasure, even if you’re doing everything right she makes it hard to tell if you’re doing anything at all. So she tends to be the one in charge, that way you don’t end up questioning your capabilities or doubting her reactions

A slowed heartbeat seems to increase her stamina, though. It’s only somewhat annoying, especially in addition to her lack of emotion toward intimate times. But you refuse to believe she’s not feeling anything at all, either— otherwise she wouldn’t be stepping on you ‘for fun’ unprompted, or initiating half of these encounters

Mercy NSFW

An unpredictable switch— everything that happens in the bedroom is a flip on a coin based on what she’s feeling and when. You never know if you’re about to give or receive, but either way it’s extremely rewarding and it’s hard to discern any complaints out of a night with Angela

She is pretty vocal, makes the nicest noises and lewd sounds you’ve probably ever heard. She definitely sounds like an angel, and it’s worth every touch to hear her sound off while completely red in the face

Maybe a bit too in love with pegging you. As a doctor and being very knowledgeable about the body, she’s rather enthusiastic toward loosening you up and talking about safety before giving you the ramming of a lifetime. Certain recommended positions even relieved your back pains somewhat, to your astonishment

She highly prefers to schedule these exchanges, rather than doing them on a whim. She refuses the ideas of quickies or anything with risk— especially in communal/public areas. You’d need to absolutely guarantee no one will be walking in or she might not ever forgive you for the embarrassment

Kiriko NSFW

Absolutely a brat, and we all know this. You’re not getting anything done without force or a trade, and she clearly relishes in those methods— always a “no” or a “why”, and then the “what will I get in return?”

Hugely into degrading and she’ll meet you halfway, criticizing your every move as if it doesn’t have her writhing in euphoria. She’s mostly in control of the sounds she makes, but when you get enough of a rise out of her the high-pitched noises are totally worth the struggle to get them in the first place. But she tries really hard to pretend like you don’t have an effect on her

She totally abuses her abilities to make you both finish faster, and especially against your will if you intended to take your time. Everything she does in bed is completely in spite of you— you’re fighting to earn the outcome you want, so hopefully you’re up for that kind of challenge

Her attitude is to make up for her low libido, and especially in her inability to last very long. She’s super sensitive, but she’ll never admit it. You’ll figure this out sooner than later though, and she’ll put up even more of a fight with a smirk on her face before you get anywhere near the brink of relief

Lifeweaver NSFW

Undoubtedly has a preference for being on bottom, but absolutely more than capable of being a top if he’s in the mood for it.

He’s sort of a pillow princess, likes having all the work be done for him. Much more of a receiver than he is a giver, but only in intimate moments— he’s much more giving outside of private moments that heavily lack clothing

But he is extraordinarily talented with his mouth, and he knows this. Yet he won’t offer such services without being asked politely, which must include a ‘please’ or he may remind you of your manners. It’s all in good fun though, he likely wouldn’t have refused either way (please ride his face)

He makes a lot of sounds, though they’re always muffled by his hand or pillow— or you. He also super loves using rope for things, like being restrained, and shibari. He gets more excited when he’s trapped and vulnerable in front of someone he likes

And while he’s a gentle top, he makes sure to return every favor you’ve given him on the occasions he does take over. These sessions last significantly longer than when he’s on the receiving end— edging turns out to be a specialty of his. And along the way, he’s more than happy to remind you of your previously indulgent behaviors

More Genji NSFW

Genji is still Genji, and even under all that metal he’s still pretty full of himself. So he totally, secretly, has a mask kink, and goes a bit feral when you wear his helm along with a lingerie or something else enticing (maybe even his hoodie lol). There’s just something about seeing his own visor on you that makes him want to pounce

I don’t imagine he’s super into wireplay/anything that has to do with his mechanics, but he’s not against it. He’s fine with it enough and appreciates you’d find these parts of him just as attractive, it just doesn’t get him going as much as other things do. He will happily indulge you though.

He’s dangerously easy to arouse. Drop one hint, playful or not (but only after the first few intimate exchanges) and he will find someplace to make it quick. Of course, he’s fluent in consent, so he’ll back off if you really were only joking. But otherwise you may often find yourself getting that super-enhanced-ninja special in the strangest secluded areas

And he makes it his job to make sure you cum before he does. On occasion he slips up, and if you’re competitive like that then it can be pretty 50/50. But he praises himself as a gentleman who treats his lover with the utmost care, and will deliver to you everything he has before taking you for his own pleasure

[dracobrooklyn]

|| MDNI 18+ ||

Did anyone ask for Vox x Female!Reader headcannons? No? That's fine. As Thanos said "Fine, I'll do it myself." and I just did.

This is a Cannon x Female!Reader just a heads up. I do take some cannon stuff from the Show, but I also add my own things in their, these are just guess's since we don't know what's gonna happen in Season 2.

CW: There is NSFW stuff in this, Sugar Daddy x Sugar baby theme, pet names, P in V sex, spanking, biting, scratching, and a bit of Age-gap.

Word count: 777

Vox is very much old fashion so dating him, he very much can be a gentleman with his lover. His sweet little sugar baby. Opens the door for you, pulls out the chair for you and gently slides you back in. Kiss's your knuckles as a token of affection and greeting. Vox I like to think absolutely would sometimes sends flowers if he is inspired or saw them thinking about you.

I mean why are you dating him? Isn't he dating Valentino and Velvet? Well yes he is, but why not have more in the circle. Also yes you are probably in your middle to late 20's and he probably in his late 30's Early 40's... But he also offered a good price to be his arm candy. $5,000 Dollars. Welp time to put on that makeup, and cute heels he likes.

Vox isn't into much PDA but he will wrap an arm around you to keep by his side. Sit on his lap in a club or even when he's working onto his chair. May run his Blue neon claws through your hair just to get a good feel of them while listening to someone talk or reading something. Maybe smell the shampoo you used in your hair.

Vox will SPOIL you! And I mean it. The Man will buy you so much Jewelry. Nice new clothes, dresses, shoes, and yes sexy lingerie. Or he will get Velvets stuff for free cause yeah they work together. He likes to dress up his lil Sugar baby. The Lingerie he likes black, anything with black and some blue in there, he will lose his mind! In a good way that is. You see the red blood of the corner of his mouth seeping as he grins at you wearing that delectable outfit.

Vox will want you to call him daddy. I am not kidding he will look at you smirking as he hands you a gift you say "Thank you." to him as he wiggles his brows at you as he asks "How about thank you daddy~?". You're not sure if you like to say the nickname, it's in a way degrading to yourself... but at the same time you can't help but blush and mumbled it out making him grin showing his sharp teeth, and the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth again. Vox is a Switch, I am sure he very much bottoms when it comes to Valentino or maybe Tops the Moth man when Valentino feels like taking it up from the ass. But with you, you're the Sub, and he's the Dom. He will want you to call him daddy while he is thrusting into you. Resting your knee's onto his shoulders trying to bend you as much as he can so he can thrust deeper inside your plush wet Pussy.

Will the man electrocute you sometimes during sex? A little yes, I like to think his blue tongue does lick onto your skin and you feel a little shock. Causing goosebumps onto your skin. Even more so he will do it to your nipples as well. Vox also is a Biter, I mean with those sharp teeth, He leaves marks. The Bite marks glow neon blue but they slowly fade away over night only leaving the bite marks.

Vox's pet names towards you is "Kitten, Sugar Tits, Princess, and Sweet heart." and sometimes "Brat." if you act up because this man is a Brat tamer. He will grab you and give you a soft spank as a warning. If you continue, he will later at night give you a punishment worth deserving.

Vox loves lip play. Gently takes his blue claw thumb gently flicking your lip lovingly tracing his thumb onto them as he licks his teeth slowly. He loves looking at your lips, just thought of them kissing something to vile as he is. Or even sucking him off.

Vox cums neon blue cum... I'm not sorry and I was not the only one who thought that, don't lie.... *squints eyes* Vox uses Sex toys?.... Honey.... the man is the vibrator... XD JK but he does yes, he will get creative though as long you like it of course. I like to think he communicates with his partner, unlike Valentino the rat. And Yes use Aphrodisiac's if you're alright with that. Give you a better sex experience.

His Aftercare is meh, it could be better but he at least make sure you have something to drink after fucking you. Makes sure you didn't get hurt from his claws cause he do have those sharp claws. They hurt guys... ouch.

[bonefries]

IIIIII want to hear the nsfw franco headcanons. pretty please w a big cherry on top and sprinkles and whip cream PLEASE

Here are my headcanons, under the cut. I dont have like a ton but here are my thoughts! : v : )/

( tw flashing image ) just in case

-I personally think his foreplay game is strong, probably the strongest thing he has. The reason I think this is because he knows he is about to ask whoever he is doing to do some weird shit with him. So like, he over performs and does really incredible warming up. It's a pride thing, or sometimes even just fueled out of pure spite. God forbid the person laugh too..

-i remember a document mentioning the girls at the gator hook lodge not wanting to engage despite the money franco was dishing out, because of something to do with his hygiene. This was too vague for me to understand what it was specifically referring to. I wanna think it wasn't anything to actually do with his genitals or like STDs of sorts. I think outside of trial carnage, he can clean up extremely nicely when he wants to. he lived a luxury lifestyle so i think when he wants to "wow" he absolutely will, especially if that means its going to get him laid that night. - his dick is out in the comic and it does look maybe a little under average, but genuinely im not sure. i think he's a clean average maybe erect who knows very basic list of things i think about him: -face sitting -oral is his favorite activity, this is the #1 -probably a dry humper/thigh rider -clothing on (getting his expensive suits messy because he's so desperately horny it's sad and pathetic, ykno, to aid the humiliation kink) -tit sucker ,tit fucker -probably claims he's a great masseuse -maybe a fancy lil drink before and smoking a cig after sex -gun play, probably (whatever this entails make your own lines but like.....LUPARA IS THERE SO!! THATS HIS BIG FANCY CAR. YKNOW.) -he is a biter, and he will leave marks (and his teeth marks will be so specific it'll be kind of cute in a way) -the little brat needs to be taught how to do proper after care because based off of how he talks about himself (and sex workers for that matter) i know he has no fucking aftercare etiquette at all so someone needs to beat that into him

thats all i got for now off the top of my head!!

[ashs-pastas]

Could I ask for yandere LJ NSFW headcanon?

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖜 𝕷𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

[tw warning for mean Jack. slight hints of dubcon but not really. and death of character (not graphic, only mentioned) a little bit of exhibitionism

- I feel like this is a given but… he is a biter. He loves to leave bite marks all over your neck, chest, stomach, thighs and back. He may nip a little bit too hard at time because he loves to hear you whimper

- He has a HUGE size kink. He is a very big guy (in both ways hehe) and no matter what size you are. He will always be bigger then you. He likes feeling like a big bad monster and you his tiny helpless prey

- Going off the last one, he loves when you give him handjobs. He loves to see how tiny your hands look while trying your best to jerk off his huge cock

- He likes to try all kinds of crazy positions with you. Having you bent and twisted into all kinds of different positions while you are completely at his mercy, only able to moan and cry out his name while he toys with you

- Jack is very sadistic and likes to pinch and squeeze at your thighs and hips while you two are getting intimate. Most times leaving you bleeding and bruised

- He delights in hearing all of your mixed noises of pain and pleasure so he will very rarely gag you. If he does it’s because you were acting up and he does not want to hear anyone more back talk from his bratty darling

- He likes to stalk you, watching you from the shadows. His favorite thing is when he catches you touching yourself. He feels so powerful knowing he’s watching you in your most intimate moments, moaning and dirtying your hands and sheets. He definitely will palm and jerk himself off in time with your fingers

- Loves to tie his darling up. Loves to use all sorts of ribbons and silks and tie pretty bows all over your private areas. Loves unwrapping you like the gift he sees you as

- Punishment time with Laughing Jack is very cruel. He will tie you up tightly and work you up close to the edge before he will pull away “Little brats don’t deserve to feel good.” He will then leave you for a few hours. Crying, exposed and unbearably turned on

- Laughing Jack surprisingly does not like to initiate sexual acts. He likes to tease you and get you worked up until you have to come begging for him to make you feel good. He thinks you look so cute all pitiful and desperate for him

- But that doesn’t mean he will give it to you easily… will act intentionally dumb and touch you everywhere but where you need him most. “Is that not what you want dearest?” and when you tell him exactly what you want he will laugh loudly and degrade you. “Who knew my darling was so dirty minded? I’ll give you exactly what you want but you need to use your words and tell me exactly what you want.”

- His favorite sight is seeing your embarrassed face when he taunts you. It makes Jack so hard to see little tears form in your eyes as you shiver in his hold

- His favorite positions are either picking you up and fucking you against the nearest wall. (He loves destroying your poor hole and demonstrating how strong he is compared to you at the same time)

- His other favorite position is you riding him. He loves watching you bounce yourself on his big cock. He will lay back and smirk while you struggle to take all of him. When you get tired and your legs start to shake he will grab your hips and start thrusting into you roughly and deeply. He will giggle in your face and mock you, “Oh poor baby can’t handle it? I thought you said you could? Guess I will have to do all the work.”

- Jack likes to dress you up in all kinds of frilly and revealing outfits. He likes how cute you look always trying to cover yourself embarrassed by the lack of coverage you have

- Jack is more of a receiver but trust me he will never stop without making you cum at least once

- Jack is not shy and would love to fuck you in front of other people who made him jealous. He will tease you for being so shy when you are always acting so slutty for him. ( but those people disappear the next day? how weird?)

I hope you enjoy!!

[slutfactory]

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‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌featuring ,, rintarou, sakusa, tsukishima ✦ author's note ,, decided to keep it short cuz i was taking too long. ignore any mistakes and sorry for not posting aaaaa

✦ tsukki was, is, and always will be a brat. but compared to the others, he's relatively easier to tame; and he's quite salty about it. <3

✦ he doesn't outwardly express that he wants to have sex, but instead keeps pushing your buttons until you decide to punish him. since kei likes to run his mouth, what better punishment is there than to throatfuck him until he's on the knife's edge of consciousness?

✦ kei loves having you destroy his throat. his pride won't allow him to say it, but you can make an educated guess purely based on how often it happens. luckily, he doesn't talk much, so kanji and kyotani don't question his silence.

✦ btw, make sure to take off his glasses before sex. he says that he's worried about breaking them, but never takes them off himself.

✦ rintarou is by far the worst of the three. he knows exactly what makes you mad and uses that to his advantage to get what he wants. ‘what does he want?’ you might be asking—. he wants to be fucked silly like the attention-craving whore you both know he is.

✦ he loves having you manhandle him and treat him like a fuckdoll. just the thought of it could make him cream himself. to put it simply, suna is a masochist. a kinky one at that. spanking, degradation, feminization, bondage/any kind of restraint play, hair pulling, pet play, food play, mild knife or gunplay—there's no end to it. (or none that you've seen, anyway.)

✦ rin is definitely a biter/scratcher. if someone were to look at your shoulder and upper back, they'd think you were attacked by a wild animal. by technicality, they wouldn't be wrong.

✦ it's almost funny how hypocritical sakusa is. the way he'd be a moaning mess, covered in his cum, and call you filthy; it's more impressive than anything.

✦ only sakusa could ride someone and deny feeling any pleasure despite cumming more than once. or greedily swallow cum after saying he didn't like when you ‘violate’ his mouth with your ‘filthy semen’. plus, when you don't do what he secretly wants, he'll wait until you fall asleep and then literally deep-throat you. not even joking.

✦ omi likes being marked, so leave bites n hickeys all over him. he doesn't undress in front of others, so no one else will see them.. hopefully.

[melkyt]

Hehhe AU

Doffy in my au where he chilled out and became a trophy wife (lol), takes care of a garden and mansion with celestial dragon by marriage vibes (even if celestial dragons or the world govt dont exist anymore xd). Thats about all he wanted, so now he is under house arrest in the capital being a gremlin and reconnecting with his family

He ends up having having children post prison with whoever he settled down with.

(it was Shanks in this au, i dont remember if i posted the au or its in my drafts, so no link lol)

Law who keeps an eye on Doflamingo, he had paid someone to spy but Doffy and Shanks found it out and put an end to it. Then Luffy found out about it and just asked Shanks to send them letters about whats happening directly. Shanks gave him a sarcastic reaponse as he does, but Beck added in a PS that they will if Luffy's boyfriend stops spending so much money trying to spy on them xd

So thats how he hears that Doflamingo of all people is going to have children. Babies raised by that man is something Law is not going to be all that happy about

Ignoring the fact that when he was with Doflamingo there were times where he was a good parent even if his goals were to groom them into killing machines. Things were different then. The future kid he is having is just a kid, not a tool to use for power. Law is not going to be able to wrap his mind around that or trust it

So he tells Luffy "Im going to steal a baby"

Luffy *ride or die* for his boyfriend "Cool yeah, lets go"

He also wants to see Shanks' babeh, thats his sibling! Shame it's also Mingo's, that pisses Luffy off. Why Mingo of all people, Shanks serious about deling with the ex-warlord who he met through crossguild shenanigans is something Luffy doesn't get. What so special about that pink-bird?

He never gets his answer lol

So they go off to do some baby kidnapping, and its not as dramatic as Law expects it. Shanks knows this and is around while the baby is born,

(Doffy being the one prego and dramatic would be hilarious and yeah i wanna see it pfft)

They arrive a few months after. Law is here with a ten step plan. While Shanks with bags under his eyes is like "Here, baby is you'rs for the week, look after him. Im gonna pass out, piece." He yawns as he starts to walk away "Beck will fetch the ankle biter later"

Law is just dumbfounded, he never thought that Doflamingo would just let them have it.

Doffy is not happy about it but he knows Law isnt going to do anything to the baby, and so does Shanks. So they decide that yeah they could use the time off of their brats want to look after the baby do bad lol

Law is immediately smitten with the child, it has all the DQ genes, blonde hair, a soft face and Shank's eyes. He cant believe that bastard produced such a cutie, how dare he. Law getting a case of cuteness aggression lol, wants to squish those cheeks.

Luffy laughs at how Law melts, and they make this baby kidnapping thing a constant even though Law refuses to interact with Doffy, even when Shanks isnt around to pass the kid, Law is still around to come take it and Luffy is always the one giving it back before Beck has to come fetch them xd.

Its awfully domestic as then tension between Doffy and Law stays but gets put on the backburner when the baby is concerned

[bone-honey]

Sooo, since we got NSFW of Slim (which had me all a flutter btw), will we see some for each of the clowns? Like Jumbo....or Rudy??😈😈😈😈😈

Glad you liked the Slim stuff. Why, of course! All you need do is ask 🧍‍♀️(You and me, Denny’s parking lot, we’re gonna tussle)

Jumbo

7.5”, 2” diameter

Total service dom

I’m sensing a choking kink… not sure why though… he’d settle for hair pulling if you’re against it though

There is definitely something interesting and fun about primal play with this man, because he only makes noise on hunts when he wants his prey to know he’s there jfjdiwsk

I can see primal/hunt play with him kinda being terrifying though, because he’ll take it very seriously. He’ll hunt you for realsies. Balloon gun and everything. Other people may die if they get in the way. (Let’s be honest, you’re fine with that or you wouldn’t be here)

This man doesn’t whimper, he growls. You get him worked up, he’s growling and practically forcing each and every little noise out of you that he can.

How does one get him worked up, I hear you asking, great question. I’ll tell you. Being a brat. 😈

You can introduce him to bondage if you like, but he’s fully capable of controlling you without any assistance from ropes, thank you very much.

Rudy

7”, 2” diameter

I can see him being a switch honestly, but that’s mostly because I feel he would enjoy having his face sat on while eating you out… hm….

He purrrrs, the praising kind that let you know you’re pleasing. Doesn’t matter if it’s fingers, cock or tongue. The mans voice is liable to go hoarse with the purring.

Call this man a good boy, just see what happens 😏

Pull his hair. C’mon, you know you wanna. You’ll like the noise he makes if you do.

He’s definitely a biter. Something he probably didn’t know about himself until you pulled his hair btw, so you’ll get no real warning aside from the pitiful little noise he makes after you tug those red locks.

Something tells me this man is not above begging, and if you end up being a massive tease to this poor switch of a man, he can and will stoop low enough to get on his knees.

All that being said, he’s very private about that kind of stuff, so he’s not into anything that would put that privacy at risk. (Public/risk kinks and such.)

[bisexualfujin]

Shang Tsung Kink Headcanons

reposting these from my main to get things going :3c

Shang Tsung x Gender Neutral Partner

orgasm denial / edging - listen. listen. he is all about control. this one is a given

overstimulation - the opposite but equal to the first one. he wants them screaming his name. he wants everyone in this wing of his palace to know what’s going on.

restraints - I think in particular he would be into like the regular tied down but I think he’d also really like challenging his partner to restrain themself and hold still while he does as he pleases with them

dirty talk - king of dirty talk that is like. the “you’re doing so good for me, pet” or “you love being my whore don’t you” kind of dirty talk

exhibitionism - maybe not quite full blown fucking someone in front of the entire throne room (unless they wanted to) but definitely. under the table at a meeting and expecting them to keep quiet. or like maybe behind a magic wall where they can see everyone else at a party or something but no one can see them. and they gotta keep quiet or everyone is gonna know. that kinda thing.

anything to do with the throne - his favorite would probably be either having someone on their knees or being on his knees there…

oral - listen listen this man gives the best oral on the planet because he refuses to be anything less than the man who ruins someone for any other partner they could have after

collars - not like a dog collar. this is subtle. this is the finest jewelry that only his partner and him know the true purpose of. he likes to tug on it sometimes when he speaks.

breathplay / touching of the neck in general - man is the type of lover to walk up to someone while they’re talking and just run his full hand up their throat to make them look at him and just grin when they short circuit

marking - he likes to leave visible hickeys. a lot.

biting - he’s a biter. i don’t have much to say about that. jfklds

toys / using magic - sometimes he likes to sit back and watch and he’s not the type to share so he just uses something else like a toy or magic to do the job for him

knives - ?? idk just think he would like them

brat-tamer - hey he’s dominant for sure but he loves a brat. talk back to him. he likes to make his partner work for it.

begging - goes with. most of this. he likes the power that comes with the breaking of pride that begging requires

sensory play - I almost forgot this one but holy shit. man is a sorcerer he can literally do anything he loves toying with the senses so fuckingn much I bet

[radiance1]

Just a random thought I had, won't even be canon, probably could be picked apart extremely easily and has probably been thought of before, but I have this kinda small theory.

What if William's hell isn't actually Hell?

Now, I'm no major nerd about the Lore, I only really know the surface level, but here me out at least.

It'll probably get pretty wishy washy with the details, but when have this not in this fandom tbh?

Okay so, what if UCN isn't an actual physical place, but just a dream?

Taking something from The Man in Room 1280, where The Man is being kept alive by Andrew, dead spirit kid wearing an alligator mask.

This min-theory will also have to involve the Golden Duo, which it obviously has to include Cassidy, C.C's involvement will be both a minor yet key role I believe in this.

So, we know Cassidy.

Vengeful kid with a MASSIVE (which is still an understatement) bone to pick with one William Afton for murdering her. In a case, we can believe she died in a particularly gruesome way, far more than the other kids, which is why she's so angry.

Either that, or she's just an extremely petty little ankle biter who can hold a massive grudge for a long time.

Carrying on.

So, we know she has already killed him once, via the springlock suit, and then every other kid done went and passed on. But Cassidy, probably, wasn't satisfied with William's punishment being just death by her, Charlie, and the missing children's hands.

So she stays around, probably assuming that William Afton is still alive, and that's enough to deny her rest.

So, cut forward a while later, and we have another brat that was killed by William Afton, cause we know he killed a lotta brats. This one, is Andrew, who hasn't been able to rest because he doesn't have the knowledge that his killer isn't, well, you know, fucking dead.

Probably also was unable to get his revenge because he was never able to find the fucker.

So, Cassidy tells Andrew that William Afton is still alive and Andrew? Well, how would he be able to tell if she's lying or not? Hell, Cassidy doesn't know for sure if William is alive, but if she acts like she does, shares that she too, was murdered by William and seeking her revenge, and has a noticeable amount of anger behind it.

Who can say what she says isn't true?

So, they strike a deal. Find William Afton, make him suffer for all he's done to them and the other children he's murdered.

I would believe that they would further convince themselves that they aren't doing this just for themselves, but for the other children who was unable to seek their own justice for being murdered.

So, let us assume that Cassidy and Andrew both arrive at the location in FNAF 3, finding the burnt corpse of one William Afton. They then do some fuckery with Agony and the place burning down to create some kind of body that they place him into or whatever.

Said body, made mostly of Agony, is highly unstable and could be easily taken out.

Which is where Andrew would come in.

He keeps William Afton perfectly fine and dandy in the physical world while Cassidy crafts the perfect hell for William Afton. It takes some trial and error, which she gets better and better at crafting it which would cause it to get harder and harder as time goes on.

But, alas, she hit a wall.

She doesn't have enough power to do what she wants, and her ideas are running out.

So she goes to the afterlife.

Not to rest, no, to ponder on how the hell she can make William Afton's dream hell even worse. Leaving Andrew to take control of William's torment, which he gladly takes too.

There, she meets Old Man Consequences, who obviously tells her that she needs to rest and to let go of her hatred because she's dragging this out for longer than it should've been and he already had his punishment yada yada.

Cassidy then laves to wander and ponder.

There, she meets a familiar face.

C.C.

There it was, the perfect piece of the puzzle!

C.C's agony was, and she means it, stronger than her own. His sadness, fear, and well, despair proved to make a far more potent source of Agony than her own fueled by anger and vengeance.

So, she manages to convince him to come back to the living world with her, she needs him, needs his power and she would like to have one of her few friends back and standing at her side.

How could C.C say no, after just a little more convincing?

However, C.C's own recognition of his power and how to use it is, well, certainly far lacking than Cassidy's own. But C.C didn't need to do anything, she just needed permission to tap into his power, and she'll take care off the rest.

When they returned to the living world, Afton's purgatory got worse and worse, changed a bit by Andrew's design, more difficulty, then molded even further by Cassidy's newfound power and C.C's own experiences with the nightmares he's had throughout his life.

Cassidy was the main architect of William Afton's personal hell, Andrew was the one who guarded it's gates and C.C was the source of power making this entire thing possible.

Of course, that doesn't mean that Andrew or C.C couldn't pitch in with new ideas here and there.

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Okay! That's it!

Basically a mini-theory but honestly? I don't even know if this counts as a theory since I have like, not much understanding of FNAF lore as a whole lmao.

Just a brainfart I wanted to expand a little more about I guess!

Honestly? Seems more like an au not gonna lie.

[sleekervae]

Biter | Remington x Vera

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A/N: Hi babes, I got around to making work out of this submission. Hope you all like it, I really do ☺️

Warnings: strong language, heavy smut, teeny tiny angst if you squint, Vera's a brat and Remington's a brat tamer

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Vera cocked her head, as if that attempt would let her see out and around the popped hood of the car. Behind it was Remington, checking the engine, even though she was certain he wasn't able to fix what was wrong as much as she could tell what was wrong. She fanned her face with her hand, the air heavy and wet from the passing rain storm.

Heavy clouds blotted out the rising moon, casting bleary dark shadows across the expansive desert landscape.

As mush as Vera wanted to blame Remington for all of this, she knew it wasn't entirely his fault...

It wasn't though Vera didn't know what she signed up for. Remington was charismatic, a natural flirt, he came by it honestly. She'd made jokes about it to her friends. Though at the same time, she made comments because she knew Remington was a decent man. He wouldn't intentionally hurt her and despite the rumour on the street, he wasn't a womanizer.

But flirting? Absolutely within his wheelhouse, as easy as breathing, practically automatic when he was in a crowd. It was an innate power he'd learned to use if needed, he had put it to use when they first met after all.

She didn't peg Remington to be manipulative, but rather, so genuinely captivating that it knocked people's defences right down. And because it came so naturally to him, it flew over his head whenever it was thrown right back at him.

It had taken Vera a long time to realize that her friend, Daniella, was not as genuine as she put made out to be -- especially when she spent half of this party flirting with Vera's boyfriend. What aggravated Vera more was that Remington completely ignored it -- either he didn't realize it or it didn't bother him enough to say anything.

Deep down, she knew he probably didn't think much of it; it didn't merit causing a scene when it meant nothing to him, he was with Vera after all. But that wasn't how it felt and she couldn't stand the look on Daniella's face, that it seemed like she was getting away with murder. Like she actually had a shot with Vera's boyfriend.

Grabbing her sneakers, Vera abruptly decided she was leaving, the front door closing all the way before Remington realized she disappeared. He hopped to pull his own shoes on, haphazardly closing the door as she hit the sidewalk.

"Vera!"

She let out a huff, "Fuck it,"

Harsh? Absolutely, but she was feeling particularly vicious, deciding that the rain had let up enough that she could walk home. It was probably a twenty minute venture at most. The clouds were still hanging low int he sky, threatening to spill over without warning.

"What are you doing?"

She motioned to the sidewalk, "I'm gonna' perform a river dance," she snapped, "What does it look like? I'm going home before I say something I'll likely regret,"

She began walking, satisfied she had made her peace with the conversation... at least until they both got home. But she reckoned she ought to know better, because she knew Remington better, because she heard him running up behind her.

"C'mon, it's gonna start raining any second -- get in the car," he reached for her hand but she batted him away.

"Why don't you go see if Daniella needs a ride?" she bit back.

He rolled his eyes, "This wouldn't be a problem if you weren't making it a fucking problem," he replied.

She scoffed out with a laugh because -- seriously? She didn't bother wasting her time with a response, shaking her head as she kept walking. Though suddenly he jumped in front of her, crouching down to pick her up and throwing her over his shoulder.

"What the fuck!?" she struggled, "Put me down! Remington!" she hit at his back.

This was so ridiculous and if she wasn't so pissed off, this situation might actually be comical. Remington was tall, this was a piece of cake, and it's nothing he hadn't done before. He thought that this was some sort of plan -- putting her in the car like the baby she was pouting as. There had been plenty of times when he'd had her in his arms and she'd enjoyed it.

This wasn't one of them.

"Remi -- I'm fucking serious --!"

"Just get in the car and shut up. I'm not letting you walk home --"

Vera was seeing red, she didn't even realize what she was doing until she did it, dipping her head down and her teeth clamped down on his hand. Remington yelped out, instantly losing his balance and she slipped out of his grasp, falling onto the pavement. She sat up, flustered but amused knowing no one would believe her if she tried to talk about how this night was playing out.

"You fucking bit me!" he gaped, almost in disbelief, definitely angrier than before, "I can't believe you fucking bit me, are you serious!?"

Vera let out a sharp laugh, "You dropped me," she sneered, pushing her long hair out of her face, "I told you to put me down,"

"And so you bite me instead?" he asked, completely flabbergasted at her childishness.

"Fuck around and find out," she shrugged back.

They both paused when they heard another voice behind them.

"You two good?"

There was another partygoer on the steps of the house, clearing having watched their bullshit play out. Remington and Vera glanced at one another, exhaled heavily. He straighten his shoulders, still shaking out his hand and she nodded curtly to the stranger.

"Yeah," she replied as he muttered out a "Fine"

The partygoer didn't appear overly convinced, but he left them alone and started walking in the other direction.

Remington glanced back at the car, wincing as he felt a drop of water bounce off his nose. He closed his eyes, exhaling slowly to regain his composure, "Why does everything have to be a battle with you?"

"Just lucky I suppose," she tossed back.

He shook his head at her, "You gonna' stand up or what?"

Vera smirked, her anger dissipating into a mischievous mood as she held out her hands, and he obliged her as he hauled her to her feet. Her nose collided with his chest and he held her tightly in his arms, fingernails pressing into her skin. The look in his eyes was stern, his brown eyes darkened almost to jet black, annoyed with her clearly but he still cared deeply for her.

"You're mine," he whispered, his words raspy, shallow, "But in that same scenario I also belong to you. Nobody else matters to me but you, V,"

She believed him, he had proven himself to her time and time again and no matter how angry she wanted to be, he could always melt her resolve.

Maybe... just maybe... she had overreacted a little, "Fine. I'm sorry I yelled at you,"

"And?"

"And what?"

"You sorry for biting me?"

A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips, "Nope,"

He scoffed back, nonetheless he too started to smile. His baby was a firecracker, stubborn and hot headed and sometimes she could fly off the rails. But Vera was always going to be his baby.

"Brat," he simpered, "Would you like to go back inside? Or should we go home?"

"What's going to happen if we stay?" she pouted at him.

"I'm going to stick to you like glue, that's what," he replied proudly.

"And if we go home?"

Remington took in every detail of her, the fullness of her red lips and the slight blush on her cheeks. So soft and delicate and all his. Always his.

He brought his lips down to her hear, his words teetering on a whisper, "If we go right now, I won't prolong your punishment,"

A spark of excitement flooded through her belly, she smiled cheekily.

"Answer, V. Uses your words," Remington moved her hair behind her ear, his fingers traced along the line of her jaw, his thumb brushed at her bottom lip, "You know your punishment will only get worse,"

Not falling into her temptation was almost a crime. Especially as Vera stretched her neck, lips lingering just one millimeter away from his.

She gave him his answer as she pulled away, starting for the shotgun seat of his car.

Remington hopped in the car, turned up the heat and began to drive. Despite his promises he drove a little slower, prolonging her wait on purpose. His hand stayed on her thigh on the drive.

Vera let out a small breath, looking out the window -- she had always been fond of storm clouds. Of course, as much as the rain was necessary for the usually dry climate, the flooding was also treacherous if you weren't used to it. Nevertheless, watching rains pour out of the Nevada desert was always breathtakingly striking.

A shiver ran down her spine and Vera reached for the heat dial but Remington's hand was already moving, making sure that the vents were pointing in her direction. He was annoying, cocky, and hard headed, but he was always considerate of her.

They both jumped when they heard a sharp popping noise, followed by sputtering. Both hands gripped the wheel tightly as Remington pulled off to the side of the road just and the car slowed to a halt.

Shit.

"You okay?" Remington asked her.

"Yeah -- what happened?" he attempted to start the engine once, twice, but it had stalled. He hummed back an answer as he jumped out of the car, "Where are you going? I'll just call a tower,"

But he was a mechanic, he worked on these problems all the time, he didn't need a tow truck. The only thing was that he didn't have any tools with him to fix whatever had busted under his hood.

Vera had seen enough horror movies that started out this way -- stranded car, dead of night, nobody around... she frowned as she took a longer look out the window, assessing their surroundings as she took got out of the car.

She came around to stand beside him, staring cluelessly at the car parts, "Can you fix it?"

"Of course I can fix it," he nodded.

She stared curiously at him, "You don't have your tools, do you?"

"Nope," he slammed the car hood down, looking around their area. Home wasn't far, maybe another ten minute walk, doable, "Fuck it, we'll walk,"

They began to walk down the road, passing the odd house that would eventually lead them back to their neighbourhood. Remington winced and looked down at their joined hands, a soft laugh slipped out of Vera's lips, "Sorry, that the bad hand?"

"I can't believe you drew blood,"

"I did not," she chuckled back, "Drama queen,"

"Rriiiiigghhtt," he smirked, "I'm the drama queen,"

Her best response was to stick her tongue out at him.

The good news was it didn't take too long to get back home. The bad news was the rain had indeed returned halfway, pouring down on them like hellfire. Remington and Vera ran as fast as they could until they came up to their walk.

Remington ransacked his pockets for the keys and she shook out her damp hair, running inside and shaking the cold off as best as they could.

"I'll get the towels," she remarked, kicking off her sneakers and running for the linen closet. Having a heat system in Nevada wasn't so much of a necessity, but boy, did Remington wish they'd invested in one. But their one saving grace was a fireplace; he lit a match and stoked the wood until the embers burned and the flames flickered.

Vera returned a moment later, damp, small, clutching towels to her chest. She was adorable, so mean and vicious one moment and the next she was staring at him like a bright-eyed bunny rabbit.

"God, look at you," he murmured, taking the towels and draping one over her shoulders, "Warm enough?"

She nodded, "You?"

He hummed lightly, hands moving against her arms under the towel, "I'll warm up plenty," he watched her for a long moment, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "I'm sorry about before, with Daniella,"

She let out a soft noise that sounded like a strangled chuckle, "You're just saying that because you want to kiss me," a small joke, but she did hear the genuine inflection in Remington's tone.

He smiled, "Maybe," he pecked her temple and her eyes fluttered shit. Remington drew her thumb along her jawline, his other resting on her waist, "I mostly ignore her when she starts like that," which was something Vera considered, "But I didn't realize it bothered you,"

"It does bother me," she lifted her chin to look up at him. And she realized that this was a conversation she really needed to have with her friend, since she was the one who always started this mess in the first place.

Remington nodded, "Won't happen again, hand of God,"

And despite how much she wanted to pout, she couldn't quite do it standing before him, the shadows from the fire flickered on the strong lines of his face, the sharp edges. She licked her lips, glancing at his, and she kissed him.

"Should I help you warm up?"

He smirked against her mouth, his hands slipped up under her shirt.

It didn't take very long to lose their clothing, Remington picked her up again only to land on the couch, smothering her with kisses along she shoulders, her breasts, down her sternum and stomach.

She squeezed her thighs together, the simmering heat in her belly spreading thick and heavy like molasses.

"What is it with you picking me up?" she mused curiously.

Remington settled between her legs, grinning coyly, "Like you don't like it,"

The heat of his body along her inner thighs was driving Vera a little crazy and instead of dignifying that comment with a response, she leaned up to kiss him instead. She wanted to touch him, feel every ripple of his muscle shudder under touch, whining as he collected her hands together and forced her arms over her head.

Her hips thrusted against his own, struggling to get loose as he reached for his belt off the floor. She began to laugh.

"You're still gonna' punish me?" she awed, feigning a pout.

He smirked as he tied her wrists together snug, not too tight, not too loose, "You bit me. You think you get to get away with that?"

She turned her head into the cushion, blushing heavily under his sneer. She butt wiggled against the leather, her naked erection rubbing against her hip and she whined, impatient for him, excited all the same.

Remington gently pushed her thighs further apart, licking his lips at the flushed colour between her legs, his fingers slipped inside of her so easily and she squirmed on the spot.

Regardless of how many times they'd fucked, Remington always wanted to stretch her out, making her gasp out, moaning sinfully. Vera never tired of this he was so good at taking his time. He kissed her thighs, plush lips like the softest feathers against her skin, the anticipating pleasure was quickly replaced with a stinging pain as he brought his hand down on her ass. She cried out in surprise.

"Here's the rules. I'm going to play down here for a minute. One whole minute," he ran his hand over the spot he's spanked, caressing it carefully, "You have to count out loud to a minute. If you falter, or stop for whatever reason, you get one of these --" he brought his hand on her cheek again, a filthy sound echoed from the collision. Vera jolted back, not expecting that he'd go hard immediately, "And we have to start all over again. Think you can do it?"

His hardened length was obvious against her hip, but he ignored his own need in favour of grinding his thigh against her. Vera inhaled deeply, her heart racing in her chest but she was excited. She loved taking on a good challenge.

"Bring it on,"

He smirked, hovering right above where she needed him, blowing a puff of hot air over her quivering sex before diving in like a man starved. Vera jolted, he wasn't holding back. His skillful tongue worked over her aching clit with precision, causing her to throw your head back into the pillows and let out a heavy sigh of pleasure.

He spanked her again, took his mouth away.

"Start counting," he ordered, sneaking one finger down to her sopping entrance, using her slick to aid him in sliding it inside of her. She took a deep breath and began counting.

"One... two... three.."

His lips wrapped firmly around her bundle of nerves and he sucked harshly, making her cry out between numbers. He used this momentary distraction to slip a second finger inside her waiting hole, beginning to scissor his fingers inside of her to stretch her out. He made come-hither motions with his dexterous fingers, hitting her g spot repeatedly while never letting up on the assault to her clit, his tongue drawing figure eights on the sensitive bundle.

"... Fourteen... Fifteen... Six -- ah. Owh!"she felt she could jump off the couch as he spanked her again. She couldn't help it, his ministrations took her to another dimension of pleasure. It was then she realized just how hard this was going to be.

"Fuck,"

"Again,"

The cycle repeated, over and over again. Remington used his tongue to destroy her, suckling, nipping, penetrating her, all the while keeping a sharp ear out for her counting. Every pause, every gasp, any flicker of hesitation, she got a smack. And she had to start again. Of course he was the master of teasing her, commenting on her arousal, how good she tasted, how he couldn't wait to be inside of her. All she had to do was count to sixty without pause, and she could have it all.

"... Twenty-nine... thirty... -- fuck!" she cried out when he suddenly flicked her clit hard, continuing to beat down on the sensitive bud as he delivered the next blow. Her skin was beginning to burn, her resolve breaking, tears brimming for the pain and the pleasure.

She couldn't help it when her hips started to move on their own accord to relieve the pressure, but he pinched her hip as a warning, "Hold still," he was staring at her with dark eyes, drunk on lust and power, his lips and chin glistening with her, "You finish one whole round and I'll let you come,"

She wanted to scream, fight back, plead, beg, promise anything so long as he let her off. But she bit her lip, nodding in desperation, and it was enough for Remington go dive back in again, eating her like she was his last meal. It could never be just a taste with Vera, he always needed more of her; her sweetness overpowered his taste buds, her wetness dribbling down his chin, the delicious sounds she's make because of how good he was making her feel. More of her, everything.

"One... two... three... four..."

Staying still was already difficult but Remington tortured her some more, bringing his fingers back to play with her. While he sucked on her fold, two digits teased her entrance, sliding deeper into her.

"... Thirty-one... thirty-two... thirty-three..."

God, she's beautiful, he remarked to himself, all needy and desperate for him; but then again she was always so beautiful. Even when she had a long day at work and her makeup was messy, when she was so fixated on whatever show they were watching, her teeth biting through her lip when they were in the process of a job.

"...Fifty-six... fifty-seven... fifty-eight... fifty-nine... sixty," she let out a heavy gasp, feeling as though she'd just run a marathon. She finally did it. Her soft voice pulled him back to reality, his head momentarily filled with innocent thoughts about how much he loved her while his fingers were still very much scissoring her open, his tongue hammering on her clit.

"Remi, please,"

The smuggest man alive, he sped up his ministrations, revelling in how her moans increased, her body grew taught. His free hand snuck its way from his hip to her bare breast, fondling, teasing one of her nipples as it pebbled up. It felt incredible.

At this point, his cock was so painfully hard against the couch that Remington found himself raising his hips every now and then in shallow trusts, hoping to relieve the throbbing in crotch he wanted to make her come from his mouth first, fucking her later was the prize.

If only she wasn't tied up, Vera could at least stimulate her other breast, not that he wasn't doing his job well, "so close, baby..."

He chuckled darkly, "Come on..." he muttered against her, his tongue flicking her clit repeatedly with his fingers teasing and pinching her nipple, "Come for me. Come all over me, sweet girl,"

With his fingers relentlessly fucking her hole and stimulating her nipples, his tongue hammering down on her, it didn't take long before a white hot heat ripped through her, every part of her body tingled deliciously, his name spilled from her lips as she fluttered around his fingers. She could've cried from the overwhelming pleasure. She gushed and soaked his hand and mouth, but he eagerly lapped it all up, not letting a single drop of her go to waste. He didn't stop fucking her even after her orgasm had ceased and her body began to relax again.

When she came back down, Remington was still slowly, diligently licking her, this time with tenderness and dedication. If she had fucked his face before, now he was making out with her cunt, with tender kisses and fond caresses of his tongue.

“Quite a show, sweet girl,” he murmured. She brought her tied wrists down, smacking his shoulder. He laughed heartily.

He had loved watching her breasts bounce, her head thrown back, her thighs wiggling at the way she was grinding on him. And her face — sweet mercy, her face…

He was lost in her.

"Your brothers are gonna' kill us," she panted, now registering that they were still at the party.

Remington chuckled and shrugged, “They’ll simply be jealous of not having you as theirs,” he reached up to undo the belt, gently bringing her arms back down, "Are you okay?"

"Yes," the first thing she did was bring her hands to his face, pulling him to her for a kiss.

"Was it too much?" he stroked her cheek.

She shook her head, giggling quietly, "I mean -- kind of... but that's the point of punishment, right?" his eyes were clear of his stern demeanour before, no trace of malevolence, only adoration to match his soft, boyish grin.

"Right," he kissed her shoulder, his erection was grinding on her hip. He was needy for her, but he wanted to give her a moment to recover, "Think you can go again?"

"Gimme' two minutes?" she pleaded, batting her lashes at him.

"How about I give you five?"

"Deal," he snuggled up on top of her, his body heat obliterating her in tandem with the heat from the fire. Their lips painted across whatever patches of skin they could reach, hands caressing, soothing over sweaty limbs.

His erection continued to throb against her hip, she took mercy on him, “I’m gonna blow you,” she whispered, more as a declaration than a request.

He whined, but still obliged her as they switched positions, fixing his arms behind his head, getting comfortable, “It’ll be the easiest orgasm ever,”

Vera giggled and settled between his legs, her free hand smoothing over the skin of his hip, “Damn, you’re delicious,” she murmured, staring at him, tracing the pulsating vein crawling up his length.

He hissed and thrusted up.

"Vera?"

"Yes Remington?"

"... Please don't bite me,"

She laughed, wasting no time: she swallowed half of him and grabbed the rest with her hand, drooling aplenty to get some lubrication in her palm.

Three strokes and Remington's hips started gyrating, the salty, bitter flavour of him already hitting her tongue.

“I fucking love you, V,” he spoke through gritted teeth, “I fucking love your sweet cunt on my face and your sweet throat around my cock,” she bobbed her head on him even more enthusiastically, “I love every damn thing about you, baby,"

He was so far gone and she was so helplessly proud of it.

He spilled inside her in a minute, and she took him diligently, not wasting a drop of him.

His orgasm was endless and he was wrecked by the time it ended, oversensitivity making him hiss and fuss.

She gasped out for air, wiping her mouth clean and headed back up, at his side.

As he stared into her eyes, his eyelids lowering sultrily into exhaustion, she pressed your dirty fingers to his lower lip, tracing it enticingly before he parted his lips.

Tentatively, she rolled on top of him before planting her lips on his, pushing her tongue to his mouth until he opened it, allowing her to slide into the cave where he was still treasuring the taste of you. He arched up and wrapped his lips around her tongue, sucking it into his mouth.

It became one more sloppy make out session, where he managed to earn out one more lazy, weak climax as he rubbed himself against her hip.

And then they found themselves laying side by side in the disastrous aftermath of an exceedingly sloppy, wet session of oral sex.

Not even in her worst night Vera had managed to make half the mess she was seeing in that moment.

“We're in trouble,” she commented, Remington peacefully kissing her chest while he breathed in and out, his eyes closed, "We need to clean up before they get home,"

“Just a minute,” he debated before hearing you dissent.

“Come on, baby. You can nap on the tiddies later. Let’s go,”

“I want cuddles,” he spoke through a pout.

That made her heart melt. “I’ll cuddle you after we shower,”

“Can we take a bath instead?”

She chuckled, “We can take a bath, baby,” she kissed the top of his head. She had no idea who was the messier between the two of them at the moment, she only knew it was her turn to take care of her sweet boy tonight.

[creaturepost-emporium]

Welcome!

Creatures abound in the Emporium, and I hope you find them educational and fun! I wanted to make a pinned post to set a few disclaimers and describe how the blog is set up, since there are a few categories of things I post and definitely some recurring cast. We can start with the disclaimer though.

Disclaimer

I am employed as a Naturalist and have had many years of experience handling animals as well as ID. On occasion I may post photos of me handling wildlife - this is only done when necessary and only when I know how to properly handle that animal. I do not recommend anyone who does not have that experience handle wildlife. Admire only with the eyes whenever possible!

That being said, if I do make an ID mistake, or could be handling an animal better, wild or otherwise, feel free to let me know in a constructive way.

If you start picking a fight about animal cruelty, you will be blocked immediately Oh and don't repost my photos either, they are mine.

What I post

There are a couple categories of creaturepost out there, all tagged accordingly.

Wildlife This includes wild animals, fungi, and maybe some plants. Emphasis on fungi - they are a photography muse of mine and I'm just starting to work on ID. Any wild creature will be tagged #wildlife.

Environmental Information

I couldn't be the person I am and not talk about this to a degree. Anything of this sort will be tagged #environmental education.

Coworkers "Coworkers" refers to the captive animals I work with at jobs or volunteering. There are a lot of them, and they will certainly make repeat appearances. So that's why I'm going to list them out for you at painstaking length! And yes, they will be tagged #coworkers.

Current Naturalist Job (animals are not allowed to have "real names" due to management. Boo.)

Painted - a Painted Turtle. She has three emotions: excitement, terror, and rage.

Leuc - a leucistic Red-eared Slider. A little shy, bit of a biter. Getting better.

Red - a Red-eared Slider. Chill and underrated. Big girl.

Musk - a Musk Turtle. Fleshy little guy.

Spotted - a Spotted Turtle. Likes to nap and stand on his hind legs in the water like a man.

Deeby - a Diamondback Terrapin (DBT). Very friendly and extremely excited about food. Eye Contact.

Cooter - an Eastern River Cooter. Huge guy. Patient man. King of naps.

Mud - an Eastern Mud Turtle. Eye Contact. God's pickiest little soldier.

BTM - an Eastern Box Turtle. He is 104 and very active. Doesn't look a day over 78.

Wood - a Wood Turtle. Loves swimming and getting amorous with a rock.

BTF - an Eastern Box Turtle. A mess. We call her crustmuffin.

CSF - a Corn Snake. Beautiful and she knows it. Very inquisitive.

Eastern - an Eastern Rat Snake. More wary of people. Loves a good climb.

On occasion I work with the birds, but I haven't been trained on it. I will add them if I start working with them more.

Old Camp Job

Rosie - a Corn Snake. The sweetest girl on the planet. Loves my hat.

Sadie - a Ball Python. Got a bad rap as a biter. Only bit me once! Nicer than they give her credit for.

Nellie - a Diamondback Terrapin. Very friendly. Begs for treats. Common DBT theme.

Samson - an Eastern Box Turtle. Kinda grumpy.

Dolphin Volunteering

I do volunteer with Atlantic bottlenose dolphins, but I cannot post pictures to social media, only talk about it. I will also not use their full names, since they can be googled.

C - the matriarch of the group. Everyone wants to hang out with her. Sweet overall.

S - playful, attached to C at the vestigial hip. She loves toys, and can be a little brat about it.

By - the baby of the group, C's daughter. Energetic and vocal, looooves praise. The most likely to hang out with J.

J - spends most time alone, swimming at a brisk pace like she's on a jog. Athletic and enjoys trainers' attentions - a people's dolphin rather than a dolphin's dolphin.

B - dominant male of the two boys. You wouldn't know it though - he spends all of his time chilling and watching everyone else do stuff.

F - the younger male. Energetic and markedly horny. Huge thing for C and trails after her even as she ignores him.

Anything not in these categories will be tagged #not a creature. I hope you find what you're looking for in the Creaturepost Emporium!

[heartfullofleeches]

Oc's reaction if reader wanted to top?

Baron: an enthusiastic yes on the spot. Probably asks you to do it before you get the chance to. Man is ready to go at any time and willing to do almost anything, but if you say you want to top then he's putty in your hands.

Lee: has never had any sexual experiences before, but willing to try anything once. Should be careful though. She's a biter.

Maddox: also eagerly agreeds, but is most likely the shyest of the lot

Elliott: agreeds, but will be a brat about it until you actually get him into bed. Becomes instantly flustered and bendable to most commands

Alasdair: he's a switch so he's down. Won't admit it, but he has a thing for servant/master role

Host: an amused yes. Finds it cute, but does enjoy it the whole while. This man says no to literally almost nothing

C.C: "What took you so long to ask?~" A bigger brat that Elliott and stays that way the whole time, but thats how he always is.

Verona: curious as to how a human could top an eleven foot tall shadow demon, but that's not saying she isn't down to try

Jeremiah: "A man of the lord has no time for such sinful desires... but even the lord takes a break from time to time"

Travis: says yes, but is a nervous wreck before you get to the room. He hasn't been with anyone in so long he's afraid of fucking it up some how. All thoughts leave his brain once you're finally in the act tho