#he's also a complete asshole 💜

[aibidil]

Oh, friends. I'm sitting here with my dog dying on my lap. Send us some love and strength?

[explicit-tae]

i seen you did a request so i as wondering can i request something? 🥹

jk x reader where the reader gets cheated on by her boyfriend and she gets her lick back 💜 love your stories!

I'm sure I can do something quick 💜

Lick Back

Realizing that your boyfriend has become a completely different person & being malicious towards you could only mean that he’s being nice to someone else.

Word Count:4.298

Warning: dry humping, kissing, neck kissing/sucking, dirty talking, nipple pinching, praising, affair/cheating, oral sex, breeding kink, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie, slight voyeurism, teasing/taunting, squirting,

Your mother always told you that if your dog started barking at you that it only meant that someone else was feeding it. A dog would never bite the hand that feeds them.

Your mother wasn’t talking about an actual dog.

However, you had a dog - in a way - and recently, it began doing just that. It became annoyed with you for every little thing you’ve done. It’s tone changed completely when speaking with you; always rushed and not attentive. It started to be mean for no reason, nearly foaming at the mouth when you questioned their sudden change of actions - or questioned it at all. It wanted to be outside longer than usually and would be upset when called back home.

The dog being your boyfriend of nearly 5 years. You noticed the shift a year ago, but you ignored your gut feeling of something being terribly wrong - but now, you are numb and though it hurts in a way, you are also relieved. The love that was one there in your relationship appeared to expire without you realizing it - or maybe you had not wished to accept it.

And yet, here you are in a home the both of you share. He is out, not bothering to tell you just where he’s at - and you don’t ask. You stopped asking a year ago when you grew accustomed to sleeping alone.

But even if the love for your dog is no longer there - and if it was, it was slowly drifting away - that didn’t mean the anger wasn’t. The fact that you allowed the dog to stay with you because you loved him, fed said dog his favorite meals and showered him with love and affections. They were supposed to be loyal - but atlas, someone else had gained its love while you were left in the dark.

But there was someone else who liked what the dog had, you noticed. Someone who appreciated the meals you cooked and ate them with ease, who would come when you called them. They were loyal - even more than your own dog - and it just happened to be the dogs friend.

Jeon Jungkook is an attractive man and he knew it. It showed in the way he struts, shoulders lax and head held high. He almost wore a smirk, but never a cocky one. Jeon Jungkook could be an asshole - a complete fuckboy. He could turn his nose at anyone because he had it like that - but he didn’t.

Jeon Jungkook was a kind individual. He was caring - especially to the ones he was close with. You recall many times when you’d had to call him because your boyfriend had gotten so drunk that you’d need a man's help - and Jungkook was always that man.

 And even though Jungkook was a friend of your boyfriend, he was kind to you, as well. He changed your tires on numerous occasions, making sure to give you the speech that “You need to make sure you keep up with your car, Y/N.” or the “Your oil and tire lights are on, how do you even drive this still?” he had good intentions.

“This is so good!”  Jungkook says, mouth full of the pork belly. He licks his lips to savor the flavor. Jungkook always wore a disgusted face when something was amazing in taste and even now, his eyebrows are knit together in confusion and he appears utterly disgusted - that was a good sign.

“I’m glad you enjoy it.” you smile at him, washing the dishes you’ve made when cooking. 

“I told you I don’t mind washing the dishes, Y/N.” Jungkook says, glancing upwards at you. “It’s the least I can do since you cooked.”

You sigh, smile never ceasing. “It’s alright. You’re a guest after all.”

Your dog wasn’t home and you don’t know when he will be - nor  did you truly care. His friend was nicer, more entertaining, as well. He ate your cooking as if it was fine dining, and appreciated it, too. He was kind and good at conversation - he was caring, far more than your dog. 

“I enjoy cooking for you, Jungkook. You deserve it the most.” you turn off the water and begin to dry your hands. Your eyes meet his and for a moment, you’re pondering if he’s thinking about your words the way you intend him to. 

“Thank you.” Jungkook grins, tiny dimples at the side of his cheek forming. 

You lean against the island that he sits at, quiet and content that he’s eating the food you’ve made for him. It wouldn’t be the first time you cooked for Jungkook - you recall the first time without your dog being present was a year prior. You had cooked and waited for his return and was left with nothing. It was hours after when you heard him return - this time not alone or coherent. Jungkook had slung the man onto the couch annoyed with just how drunk he had become and when you emerged - in nothing but a nightgown - he had apologized profusely. 

“I cooked.” you had sighed, disappointed but not the least bit surprised by the actions of your dog. “Do you want a plate?”

It has become a tradition now. You’d cook for Jungkook often and each time, he'd come and enjoy what you’ve made him - whatever you made him. 

Jungkook was no fool, as well. He knows just how independent you’ve become, especially within the last year. He knows that you know that he knows of your boyfriend's loyalty - or lack of - but you never question him about it, even when he prepares himself to tell you the truth if you had. 

Over time, Jungkook noticed that you don’t seem to care about your boyfriend's whereabouts - and around that time, he picks up on just how you begin to dress when around him. It was subtle at first, sure. You showed more skin - more legs with your shorts, more shoulders. He notes that the clothes you wore were tighter but relaxed seeing as you were in the comfort of your own home. You’d wear tanktops that showed your breast with shorts that made your thighs highly appealing for his eyes. Overtime, you ditched the bra and it became harder for him to not gawk at the way your breast looked in them.

Jungkook doesn’t want to assume anything - you were so far removed from your boyfriend that you didn’t care anymore. One drunken wine night when the man was away on a “business trip”, you had told Jungkook that you hadn’t had sex with him in close to a year now - his own drunken response was that if he was your boyfriend, he would fuck you any chance he’d get.

Jungkook isn’t sure if you remember that night and neither of you brought it up after.

“You seem tense.” Jungkook is behind you now - when he has gotten up from his seat, you are unaware, consumed by your own thoughts. “Is everything alright?”

You slowly nod your head, turning it slightly to get a glimpse of him. 

Jungkook snorts. “Your shoulders are tense.” he says, gentle hands placing themselves on your shoulders. “Is everything alright with work? The car?”

“Yes, Jungkook. I’m fine.” you giggled. “You worry too much.”

Jungkook’s fingers begin to rub at your shoulders, applying pressure to them. You swallow, your hands gripping the edge of the sink.

“You should relax, Y/N. You’re always doing something and never truly giving yourself a break.”

Jungkook’s hand reaches your neck. They run up slowly, goosebumps left behind in its trail. Your eyes flutter close at how good it felt to be massaged.

“Does it feel good?”

There’s a drop in Jungkook’s voice - it’s deeper. He whispers it, as if only speaking directly to you, even if you and he are already alone in the home.

“Yes.” you murmur back, head falling back against his chest just as he reaches the front of your neck. A tattooed hand wraps around it, thumb caressing your skin in circular motions. 

“I’m glad.” Jungkook is subtle when he presses himself against you - so gentle that you don’t notice it at first. You're completely against his body, in blissful relaxation. “You deserve to be taken care of, too.”

Even now, you dressed so comfortably - shorts stopping high above your thighs and a shirt that sculptures your breast so lovingly that he had a difficult time not watching the way they bounced as you walked around the kitchen preparing him the meal.

“I don’t really have anyone to do that.” you whisper back, a slight moan creeping past your parted lips.

“I can take care of you…unless you object.”

You nod your head and instantly, his free hand roams down to grip your clothed breast. He can feel just how hard your nipple was.

You hiss, back slightly arching.

Jungkook engulfs both breasts in the palm of his hands and begins to rub, your light moans enticing him to continue. He can feel your nipples harden in his grasp and he himself begins to hiss lowly to himself on how heavenly they felt in his hands. 

There’s no doubt that the two of you wanted this for far too long by the way you completely allow him to touch you without any resistance. He presses himself against you needily, face in your neck as his hands continue to grip and pull at your breast.

“You smell nice.” Jungkook grumbles in your neck, nose inhaling your sweet scent; he’s sure he sounds like a creep, but he wasn’t going to hold himself back . Not now he’s certain you want him just as much as he does you. “I like this scent on you the most. This and the jasmine one.”

You swallow, heat rushing through your body at his words. Jungkook had memorized the perfume’s you’d wear due to the countless times he’d be around you. He recalls the time he even had to help his friend pick out a gift for you on an anniversary and how upset he had been when he chose the cheapest scent he could find - and one you’d never wear. Jungkook had swamped them out and chose the very scent you wore now and you’re none the wiser.

Your arms reach behind you to cup Jungkook’s head just as you feel his teeth sink into the nape of your neck. He’s being more rough; dominant. You don’t remember when the last time a man has touched you with such possessiveness - a sex-toy could only do so much.

“Such pretty skin,” Jungkook’s tongue pokes out of his mouth to lick onto your neck. “just want to mark it all up.”

“Then do it.” you respond. If you and him were going to do this, mind as well go all out. Your dog often comes home smelling like sickly sweet fruit perfume and cigarettes at times - you wanted Jungkook’s scent all over you. 

Jungkook does, biting your skin harshly and then suckling on it until your neck is perfectly marked up. He’s then quick to turn you around to finally face him, the both of you now locking eyes. 

“Are you upset?” Jungkook questions, eyes dark with lust but a bit concerned.

“With you?” you ask, raising a brow. “Never.” 

“Not with me. In general.” Jungkook murmurs, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. His thumb gently traces your lips. “I’m sure you know…what he does.”

You nod your head, leaning into Jungkook’s touch. 

“Don’t want you to regret or feel bad afterwards.”

“Are you?” you ponder aloud.

 You were so far removed from your boyfriend that you could care less about what he thought. In your mind, he was nothing but a roommate now; the two of you not even sharing a bed. 

Jungkook, however, was your boyfriend's friend and maybe he would feel remorseful.

“I told you that I’d never stop fucking you if given the chance.” Jungkook snorts, thumb tapping your lip. 

“Then don’t stop.” you murmur, tongue poking out to wrap poke his tongue. “I haven’t been fucked good in so long.”

Jungkook hisses, his hand now gripping your cheek. He shakes his head. “He told me what you like.” he confesses, unsure if you were willing to go down that route with him. 

“He was never really into anything.” you shrug your shoulders - this is why you ended up with a vibrator and a dildo; and you were currently looking into a vibrating dildo, how sad your life has become. 

Jungkook is aware of his friend's lack of foreplay - he was only ever interested in his own pleasure. Jungkook, however, didn’t mind pleasuring you until you were begging him to stop - but maybe he was just a bad person to think about his friend's girlfriend riding his face until she came.

Then again, you were being cheated on by said friend so maybe this was just his karma; it wasn’t like you were a bad person and deserve such treatment.

“I want to eat you out.” Jungkook declares suddenly that it catches you off guard completely. “Why do you look scared?”

“Just shocked.” you say, body growing even hotter. “Wasn’t expecting you to say that.”

“‘I want you to ride my tongue until you’re squirting all over me’ is what I truly wanted to say.” Jungkook deadpans and blinks. “But I didn’t want to scare you away.”

You gulp, eyes widening and thighs clenching. 

“And by the way you’re rubbing your thighs together, it didn’t scare you.” Jungkook smirks and instantly, he presses his lips against you. It’s a deep kiss that catches you by surprise, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t crave more. 

“I can kiss you, right?” Jungkook says against your lips - maybe he should’ve asked first. “I know kissing is more intimate-”

You shut him up by kissing him, arms wrapping around his neck to assure that he doesn’t get too far away from you. 

Kissing Jungkook came naturally - as if the two of you had done it before. He pries your mouth open and allows his tongue to dance around yours, all the way he holds onto your hips. 

“Bed,” you kiss his lips again. “room.”

Jungkook follows behind you, unable to keep his hands off of your body as you lead him to your bedroom. He doesn’t even bother to close the door before he’s already tugging at your clothes.

Your shirt is the first to go, breast pooling out that Jungkook cannot focus on anything else but them. He dives into them, your back hitting your mattress just as he begins to suckle on your left nipple, his thumb and index finger pinching the right.

The noises Jungkook made were just as filthy, wet sucking and groans echoing off of your walls. How  long he had craved to see your bare breast - they were always teasing him when he was around. Bouncing whenever you move, nipples always erect for his view.

“So pretty.” Jungkook brings the right nipple into his mouth, showing the same amount of needy lust and love to it as the left. His hand squeezes your left breast in the palm of his hand, the pain shooting pleasure right to your core. “I can suck on them all night. I don’t know why he doesn’t.”

Now, Jungkook brings both nipples into his mouth, needily needing to taste you. He has a crazed look in his eyes that only causes you to squirm beneath him, legs wrapping around his waist to feel him.

“You can suck on them whenever you want.”

Jungkook grunts, teeth grazing against your nipples as they pop from his wet mouth. “Don’t tempt me, Y/N. You’ll never be able to get rid of me.”

You were positive you didn’t want Jungkook to leave. 

“I want you naked right now. I wanna see just what that idiot has for me right now.”

There wasn’t much Jungkook had to do to get you naked - in seconds, he had helped you kick off your shorts along with your panties, needy pussy on display for him.

“Need you on my tongue now.” Jungkook hisses, flipping you and him so he is beneath you now. Your pussy is so close to his face that it causes you to yelp in slight humiliation.

“I-I wasn’t really prepared to do this, i-I-”

“Y/N,” Jungkook calls, tone dismissive. “I’m a man. Just fuck yourself against my tongue.”

So you do - and Jungkook’s hands only make you do more. His hands slap your thigh to kick up the pace, his eyes boring into your face as it contorts with pleasure. Your hips just as you grind against his tongue, hands gripping your breast.

Jungkook’s eyes never leave your face. He enjoys watching the stress leave your body as you pleasure yourself, it tells him that this is something you truly needed. His hands begin to rub along your hips, encouraging you to continue until they slide down to your ass. He cups them, his own head swaying side to side to further stimulate your needy clit.

“S-S-Shit!” your body leans back, hands planting against his thighs as he devours your cunt as if it was his last meal. “I-I’m gonna cum…you gotta move.”

That was the last thing Jungkook was going to do - not even as your hands try to pry him away from your pussy, he doesn’t. He continues to suckle onto your clit until you’re visibly shaking above him, but even then he was determined; fully committed to having you cum hard on his tongue. 

Your legs begin to quiver and Jungkook soon was going to get what he was looking for - you cum. He licks the arousal up, slurping and suckling loudly as your moans mewl out of your mouth.

“I could eat you all day.” Jungkook speaks beneath you - and you knew he was serious. 

You did the wrong thing by looking at him. His mouth and chin was fully coated in you and just the sight causes you to cum even harder - the hardest you have ever had in your life; right onto his tongue like he wanted. 

You fall back against the bed with a tired sigh, breathing hitching. 

Jeon Jungkook was a dangerous man. No wonder the universe gave you your dog - you couldn’t handle a real man such as Jungkook, surely. 

“Can I fuck you?” Jungkook asks, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Unless you’re tired then-”

“I want you to cum in me.”

Jungkook coughs, his cock jumping in his pants. “I-I…really?”

“If you’re going to fuck me, you mind as well go all out.” you pant, widening your legs. “I don’t want you to hold back, either.”

You were going to be the death of him - but if this was what is going to kill him, then he’ll be content. 

“Fuck.” Jungkook is in a hurry to remove his clothing, scattering it all around the room without a care. “Fuck you’re so perfect. I would treat you so well, Y/N. Fuck I hate him.”

Jungkook’s words causes you to giggle at the circumstances. He hated your boyfriend - his friend - for allowing you to fall into the arms of another man - him. It’s all comical, truly. 

“I would fuck you all day if you’d let me. Come home every night and fill you with my cum. How are you not pregnant yet?”

Jungkook’s babbling to himself, even if you could hear it. It’s questions he has asked himself time and time again - wondering why his friend would rather sleep with other girls when he had someone like you at home. You cooked every day and assured the home stayed just right. He would have put a baby in you - and of course married you; but this wasn’t about him now, was it?

Jungkook positions himself at your center and swallows. You’re clenching, ready to be stuffed. 

“I bet you’d like to put a baby in me.” you tease, hips slightly wiggling for him to enter you. “Why don’t you?”

Jungkook growls. “Don’t tempt me with a good time, Y/N. You don’t know how many times I imagined you in my home.”

Maybe Jeon Jungkook was a bad friend for imagining said friend's girlfriend in his home cooking for him - or in his bed breeding her. BUT he had since stepped out on the relationship so karma would have to skip him, right? If anything, you being with him would be doing both of you a favor - you wouldn’t be cheated on and he would dote on you every chance he had.

Jungkook begins to enter you, shuddering at the tightness of your pussy. It engulfs him completely, as if shoving him in with whatever powers it held. 

Shit.

Instantly, Jungkook begins to pound into you - you casted a spell, surely. Whatever you put in the food had caused him to be highly consumed by you entirely. Maybe a baby would be nice, right?

You weren’t expecting Jungkook to get right into it - neither were you against it. He holds your legs apart in a tight hold, cock pounding into you so heavenly that even you thought about giving the man what he has been imagining.

“Fuck,” Jungkook hisses when his eyes catch the white, creamy ring around his cock. “you haven’t been fucked good in so long. You’re milking my cock already.”

“Maybe if you weren’t such a pussy before you could’ve been fucking me.” you needed Jungkook to fuck you harder if possible. Making him mad and taunting him was an amazing way to start. 

Jungkook’s eyes are furious, lust and anger swirling in them. “Maybe if you would’ve  asked me to fuck you I would have.” he spits back, his thrust quickening. “You always looked so desperate, too.”

“I was.” your hand slap against his bare chest, but it doesn’t cause him to stop - no, if anything it makes him fuck into you even deeper at your retaliation. “You were desperate to fuck me, too.” you moaned when he hit that sweet spot that has never been touched before. “Like a little teenage boy.”

Neither of you notice the footsteps coming closer to the bedroom, far too entangled with one another's pleasure. 

“I know when a bitch needs to be stuffed. Should’ve filled you with my cum years ago.” Jungkook flips you onto your stomach. He yanks your hair back so your back is perfectly arched - and then he takes you just as hard as before. “But tonight will be the night that I do what we both want, huh?”

“Fuck, you’re so deep.” your eyes snap shut, stomach forming knots. Your breast bounces in the rhythm of his powerful thrusts.

One hand in your hair while the other begins to play with your wet clit. Jungkook buries his head at the side of your neck, lips against your ear.

“You’re coming home with me tonight, Y/N. I’m going to breed you here, then you’re leaving with me.” It’s the sex and lust talking that's causing him to be so demanding and possessive, but you and him both go along with it. When the high was down, then maybe the two of you could talk with sense.

But as of right now - he was determined to put a baby in you without thinking of any consequences and stupidly, so were you.

“You’re gonna leave him right?” Jungkook asks, yanking your hair harder as his hips jut into you. “You’re gonna give me that baby you want me to put in you so bad and you’re gonna leave that sad excuse of a man.”

Your pussy clenches around him and your eyes manage to open. You’re shocked to see him at the door, eyes wide and watching his friend fuck you into oblivion all the while bad mouthing him.

“Y-Yes!” your juices leak down your thigh, overstimulated due to Jungkook’s fucking and aggressive rubbing along to your swollen clit. “Want your baby.”

You don’t break eye contact with the man - it’s evident that he’s shocked, but he cannot be angered. Not with you, at least, maybe with his friend. 

“He could never fuck me like you. Never give me a baby.”

Now you were purposely taunting him, upset that this is when he decides to come home - but a bit glad that he gets to witness the end of an already crumbled relationship. You wonder how he feels witnessing his friend fuck you better than he ever could; with more passion.

You cum around Jungkook’s cock, juices leaking out of you and onto your bed and Jungkook isn’t far behind you. His thrust began to grow sloppy. He leans away from your neck, eyes glancing up at the figure watching them - the same figure of his former friend; one who had not spoken to him in months unbeknownst to you. 

The friendship had ended months prior when Jungkook had suggested that he treat you better, in which he responded angrily that if he wanted you to be treated good so bad that he should have you, declaring that he would have nothing but his sloppy seconds. Never truly imagining that he would witness it happen before his eyes - he was just angry and drunk at the time when he spoke so harshly of you.

Jungkook cums inside of you, so deep and so much. His eyes never leave the shocked ones of his former friend at the door as the both of you allow the high to die down. “You’re coming home with me tonight.” he says, not asking but demanding.

You nod your head, eyes leaving that of your former boyfriend and they close as his (former) friend gently lays you down onto your bed.

[psychedelic-ink]

'𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐰.

pairing: contractor!joel miller x f!reader

genre: no outbreak au, modern au, explicit smut, minors dni

word count: 3k

summary: joel is used to asshole clients, and when one of them calls him an old man and basically demands him to finish his girlfriend's kitchen in time, he expects you to be the same. But you're the opposite. when he learns how you've been treated, he comes up with a plan to get back at your boyfriend.

warnings: hints of reader being in a toxic relationship, age gap, daddy kink, piv, dirty talk , revenge sex and filming it, infidelity (reader cheating on her bf), praise kink

a/n: This was completely spontaneous, normally I was going to finish one of the haunted hoedown entries but I saw a ✨ s p i c y ✨ video and instantly got up to write this because that video was something else I tell you. Sucks that they don't credit those things on twitter so I can find more of the guy he was also older hence the age gap fgbgfbf

thank you to @johnwatsn for beta'ing this (and sorry for all the typos lmaodfbfg) and thank you to @pedrorascal for the stunning gif 💜

“I’m not paying extra if you do overtime, old man. You said a week and you’ll finish in a week. I don’t care if your knees hurt or you have a heart attack in the middle of hammering a nail—you finish my girlfriend’s kitchen in time. Got it?”  

Joel had a lot of unpleasant customers. John was just one of many but his comment had stuck with him. And it wasn’t the rude comments or the tone that basically told Joel that John thought of him as dog shit; no, it was none of that. It was the old man that had bugged him. The hissed comment of his age slithering under his skin and agitating his body. 

Joel knew that it only bothered him because it was true. He was an old man. His daughter in her last year of college, doing her absolute best and growing while he was getting old. His skin creasing at the eyes every time he laughed and his hair more salt than pepper. 

The thoughts continuing to swirl in his head, with a sigh, he knocks on the door of John’s girlfriend, expecting a woman as equally as unpleasant and demanding. 

You’re far from what he expected. Your smile is bright, your eyes kind and lips looking soft and shiny. Joel has trouble gathering himself when you extend a hand, not a care in the world. His eyes drop to where your sweetheart neckline pushes your breasts together, slightly spilling over the fabric. His mouth goes dry, cock twitching under the denim. 

Guess some parts of him didn’t get the memo that he was an old man now. 

“Joel, right?” you ask, voice unsure and timid. Your eyes gradually take in the height of him, moving to explore the broadness of his shoulders and stopping at his eyes. “John mentioned you.” 

Joel’s stomach suddenly turns sour, it’s enough for him to snap out of the sudden lustful gaze he found himself in. He grabs your hand, giving it a firm squeeze. “That’s right. Joel Miller at your service, ma’am.” 

He might be imagining it, but he swears your breath hitches just a little when he takes your hand. 

“How chivalrous,” you smile and move to the side. “Come on in, Mr. Miller.” 

“Joel is just fine,” he grunts, reminded of the old-age comment. How young were you, he wonders. Late twenties, early thirties? He has no idea. He’s also not sure if he wants to know. 

You close the door behind him and nod, “Alright then Joel,” you step in front of him, walking towards what he assumes is the kitchen. Joel dutifully follows. “I’m sure John told you about what needs to be done, so hopefully you don’t have any questions.” 

He raises an eyebrow at that, confusion swirling in his expression. You don’t turn to look at him, entering the kitchen, you continue, “I had something else in mind originally but he told me to trust him so... I guess that’s what I’m doing now.” 

“That don’t sound right,” Joel mumbles. He gives the area a once over, he sees a lot of pink, clean, and polished furniture. The windows are large, allowing the sun to bathe everything within. He vaguely remembers John mentioning a dark, minimalist look but he wasn’t really listening at the time. “Isn’t this your kitchen?” 

Your shoulders raise at his question and you finally turn to face him, kind eyes now tainted with a hint of sadness, “It’s going to be our kitchen soon. He probably thinks it’s too girly.” 

“That’s no reason to leave you out of the design process,” Joel answers, taking a step closer. You smile helplessly with a shrug, your eyes dropping to his lips before averting them. His pulse races, something wicked forming in his head. He stops an inch away from you, a mere breeze would’ve been enough for your bodies to touch but he keeps still and so do you. You’re flustered, he can tell. “You wanna tell me what you had in mind?” 

Your eyes briefly go wide, something like shame crossing your face but the expression is quickly replaced by understanding, “Oh the design,” you murmur, voice barely a whisper. “I honestly would’ve loved some more counter room since I love to bake.” 

“Well, you’re in luck darlin’ because I don’t remember much of the details your boyfriend gave me,” he smiles when your brows furrow with confusion. “Meanin’ you have to lead me with the design.” 

He swears your smile is the brightest damn thing he’s seen in a long while. 

It’s the last day of the constructions in your kitchen but you’re not thinking of the new kitchen counter or the new cupboard, all you’re thinking of is Joel’s proposition, and how you were soaked with just the mere thought of it. 

You and Joel had grown close during the time he fixed up your kitchen. Surprisingly, you actually went with the design you initially wanted and not the one John had in mind. You knew it would lead to a fight and some part of you was glad—John was meant to be perfect but it was only on paper. He was a dream boat when in public and amongst friends, but alone? Not a chance. He belittled you, hated almost all your hobbies and always made unnecessary comments on what you looked like. 

Despite yourself, you had blabbed all of that to Joel. He made you feel safe, and the fact that he was very pleasant to look at helped. He didn’t say much but you could tell that he was livid, which secretly made you pleased. It was good to see that how John treated you wasn’t actually the norm. 

You loved watching him work. The way sweat would slide all the way down to his neck and how his muscles would tense, straining the fabric of his shirt. 

He told you about how John had treated him, confessed he thought you would be the same. Your insides had boiled with anger. You apologized profusely and he just shook it off, saying it wasn’t your fault. 

Then the kiss had happened. 

It had happened on a particularly bad day. You were upset, filled with negative emotions to the brim and all you wanted was unconditional comfort. You kissed him, he didn’t stop you until your hand reached for his belt. 

“I wanna show that asshole how amazin’ you are,” he had said. “Will you let me?” 

At the time you hadn’t known what he meant by that. 

But now you do. 

“Look into the camera, sweetheart,” he murmurs, mouth pressed against your ear. You shudder, your bare body feeling good against his, like you were made for him. Your pussy throbs and drools all over his cock that slides agonizingly slow between your folds. You try to do as he says but it’s just too hard when your eyes are constantly on the brink of rolling back into your skull. He drags his lips down your neck as his large hands knead your breasts, your nipples achingly hard. “Don’t make me say it again, honey. Don’t make me be mean when you’re such a good girl.” 

“Oh, fuck—” your body shudders, lashes fluttering as you stare right into the camera with a lost expression. You see yourself, Joel right behind you. You don’t know how but he looks even taller while his body splays over yours, bending you over. He presses his palm over your forehead, forcing the arch of your back. Your inner thighs are soaked, his cock moving between your legs. You see the flash of the glistening head every time he rocks himself forward. 

He looks into the camera and your entire body clenches with want, “Look at that,” he hums, laving your neck in open-mouthed wet kisses. “Your girlfriend already going stupid with my cock. Not so bad for an old man huh?” 

Joel’s lips stretch menacingly, eyes shining  with amusement. Letting go of your forehead, he pushes both your tits closer to the camera, thumbs moving over the pebbled flesh. You moan loudly and your legs quiver. 

“Sweet thing over here tells me you don’t let her ride you—I thought you were a dumbass before but now I think you’re a downright moron. Fuckin’ hell, who wouldn’t want such an eager thing jumpin’ up and down his cock.” 

You whimper, eyes going teary. Your heart races wildly in your chest. “J—Joel, please. . .” 

“Hear  that, John,” he growls, the tremble of each word reverberating into your skin. “She’s beggin’ for my cock. Ain’t that right, darlin’?” 

You nod but it’s not enough for him, not enough for Joel. “Don’t be shy now, tell him. He ever got you this wet?” 

“N-No,” you breathe out and maniacally shake your head. “N-Never.” 

“Poor thing,” he clicks his tongue. “Poor poor thing. Don’t worry, daddy’s got you now. Doesn’t he?” 

“Yes,” you slur, pushing back your hips. “Fuck me, fuck me—Fuck me, daddy, please.” 

“Say it again,” his teeth sink into your skin. “One more and I’ll fuck you.” 

“Daddy,” you moan, eyes rolling back. “Daddy, need you, need your cock. Fuck me, please.” 

He hums in satisfaction, “Well, since you asked so darn nicely,” Joel kisses your temple and his lips move over your skin as he speaks to the camera, “Looks like she’s my girl now, my good girl.” 

When he buries himself into you, inch by inch, your jaw goes slack and your nipples go tight. You forget about the camera, about John who’ll see this. You only think of him. He stretches you to your very limit, his cock thick and hard. It takes you everything not to move your hips. You want Joel to tell you what to do. You want him to fuck you so good that your mind will go blank as you start bouncing on his cock. His one hand grips your waist firmly as the other remains underneath your breast, the sensitive flesh spilling over his hand while holding you. 

“How does it feel?” he murmurs into your ear, his cruel teasing from earlier gone. 

“Good,” you whimper, squeezing him tight. “So fucking good, the biggest I’ve ever had.” 

“Fuck, darlin’,” he kisses the skin behind your ear. “Such a filthy mouth on such an innocent lookin’ girl. You were wasted on that jackass.” 

He knocks the air from your lungs before you can answer. The drag of his cock like lightning searing your skin. He fucks you hard, almost angrily, but you know it’s not directed at you. Never at you. The smack of his balls against your ass fills the bedroom, and you’re positive the phone is recording every wet, filthy sound. It doesn’t take much for Joel to reduce you into a withering mess, every word forgotten, his hips relentless as he fucks deeper and deeper into you. 

Then suddenly you’re tilting back, his arm an anchor around your stomach as you find yourself between his thighs sitting on his lap. Your eyes move to the screen, you look perfect between his legs, the muscles tensing and flexing as he grinds his hips. Your skin pleasantly burns. 

“Come on, sweetheart, show him what he’s been missin’ out on.” 

Joel leans back, palm planted firmly on your mattress with pretty pink flowers that John hates. 

Your body takes control, your brain swimming in a fog of lust and pleasure. You grip his thick thighs, bracing yourself, you begin to move up and down his cock. He fills you beautifully. His gaze is fixed on the tiny camera, staring directly into it as you try your best to please him. Arousal coils tight in your stomach. Your breasts sway with your every move, your body coating him in shiny slick. 

“A throne for a princess,” he groans, eyes moving from the camera to your reflection on the screen. Fire burns down your spine. His gaze and presence alone choking the air from your lungs. You twist yourself to get a better look at him, catching his gaze momentarily, you moan wantonly at the sight. Him only sitting, relaxed while you’re breaking down sends jolts of electricity up and down your spine. You sit wholly, grinding down while keeping his cock buried deep inside, searching for that devastating spot inside you. 

The world around you becomes a bright white when you do. 

Your ears start ringing, and you begin to shake, legs clamp together as you shudder around the length of him. A choked sound between laughter and bewilderment tears from your throat. Your body moves of its own accord now, helplessly bouncing on his cock, the bulbous head grazing against a certain spot that just makes you want more and more and more—

“Yes yes yes yes,” you chant. Joel’s head disappears from view everytime you move up. You hear his moans, they become louder and louder, his southern drawl becoming prominent the more fucked out he gets. 

His sounds only spur you on, making you ride him harder, sweat beading at your tailbone. Your pussy swallows him hungrily, every inch of him without protest. While you’re absolutely lost on his cock, you notice him tilting his head so he’s in view again. You hold your breath. His mouth parts, the tip of his tongue touching the corner of his lips, he gives the camera a taunting look. Joel’s expression turns into a half smile and he wraps his arms around you. One going over right above your breasts and the other around your stomach. His hand cups the side of your neck. He drags his mouth down and up your cheek. 

“Come on, pretty girl,” he rasps, kissing you. You look to the camera, hips slowing but not stopping. “Yes, pretty girl, just like that,” another kiss. “Look at that pretty girl getting fucked.” 

Joel squeezes your breast as  his arm comes down, both of them now tight around your stomach. You feel him pulsing deep inside you. His voice is thick with arousal. “Look how beautiful you are on my dick. Don’t you agree, sweetheart?” 

You nod and grind against him, loving how deep he feels. He kisses your neck, tongue tracing shapes into your skin as both his hands come up to your tits and squeezes them, the plump flesh spilling from between his knuckles. His lips move down your shoulder and back up your neck, following the same path over and over again, decorating it with slow kisses. 

Joel gives the camera one last look before disappearing behind you,  fingers sprawled over your stomach and down between your legs. You feel the rough hairs between your shoulder blades first, then the softness of his lips follows through. Your eyes flutter closed and your head falls back, his mouth is so goddamn soft, the skin tingling and burning at the same time. 

His hips snap up, and with the sudden movement, a fresh wave of wetness coats his cock. You lean forward, face closer to the camera, while he lays back, watching hungirly at the way your ass moves. 

“Yeah, just like that,” he groans, smacking both your asscheeks simultaneously. 

Then before you know it he’s moving, pressing you fully over the table in front of you, the phone shaking as he begins to hammer into you. You can’t even see what you look like anymore, your head dropping, you cry out his name. If it wasn’t for his hands on your hips, you would’ve collapsed to the ground. 

“That’s it, come on my cock,” he nips at your shoulders. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet—can you hear that? Can you hear how fuckin’ soaked your girlfriend is on an old man’s cock?” 

It takes you a second to realize he’s not talking to you, but the camera. You flutter around him, squeezing him tight enough that he moans, hips slowing. “Daddy,” you gasp. And with that, you finally let go, cunt gushing around him, coating him with slick. Joel peppers your back with soft, quick kisses, whispering praise between every kiss. 

“That’s it, sweetheart, bet you never came that hard before. Good girl—my good fuckin’ girl, wettin’ my cock so well.” 

You tighten and gush around him a second time, you swear by how hard you’re clenching your insides most likely have taken the shape of him. 

“Where do you want me?” he whispers into your skin. Words coming muffled and hoarse, dripping slow like molasses. You push back against him, looking into the camera with a small smile. 

“Inside me, daddy, please.” 

“Oh shit—” he picks up the pace, the thrust of his hips sloppy and needy. “Shit shit shit—so fuckin’ perfect, so good for allowin’ this old man to wreck her good—So good for tellin’ me to fill her up—fuck—” 

You’re blindsided by how honest he suddenly is, the rasp of his voice going straight between your legs. His hips stutter and Joel comes with a loud, thick moan, spilling into you. You moan right alongside him. He continues to rock into you with shallow thrusts, laying kisses on every patch of skin his lips can reach. 

While you’re lost in complete bliss, he reaches around you and grabs the phone, stopping the recording before collapsing back to the bed, pulling you along with him. 

“You feel so good,” he says, cock softening inside. You feel his come trickling down from between your thighs and shiver. 

“You feel good too,” you say, wrapping your arms around him and covering his lips with your own. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.” 

“Guess this old man still has some tricks up his sleeve,” he chuckles weakly and you press another kiss, this time on his cheek. “We don’t have to by the way.” 

“Don’t have to what?” 

“Send the video.” 

You stare at the phone for a second, brows furrowed as you think. Then with a quick shrug, you turn back to him. “Nah, let him see it. I could’ve forgiven how he treated me but not you.” 

He clicks his tongue with disapproval, “You shouldn’t forgive him for how he treated you either, darlin’. You deserve better.” 

“Well, I guess you’re just going to have to prove it me then,” you smile and with a sudden impulse, boop his nose. He laughs, nipping the pad of your finger. 

“I guess I will.”  

[witherby]

how would the family and conner react to a rich douchey alpha trying to court omega mousey?

also LOVE the sickbed series!!!!

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Thank you!! I also hope you're doing well!!

How would the Batfamily + Conner react to a rich and douchey Alpha trying to court you?

Alpha!Bruce:

Money? He's posturing around and acting like a big, tough alpha because he has money? Bruce laughs this man out of your face. He wipes his ass with toilet paper that costs more than this guy's total net worth, and you are a Wayne. You don't need any fucking money, and for this guy to think he can win your heart like that is nothing but a total joke. You are more than financially provided for, and if this guy's whole personality is nothing but money then he can leave, immediately, forever.

Omega!Hal:

If he's around you the same time the Alpha is there, he's bitching about smell the whole time. I'm talking "god DAMN it's musky in here. Someone needs a bath. Pronto." He will not shut up about how bad the alpha pheromones stinkkkk. "The douchier the alpha, the worse he smells by the way." Especially if the Alpha is doing it on purpose.

Will offer him scent patches. Will offer him soap. Will eventually look him in the eye, uncaring if it incites a Challenge, and say "hey man, we get it. You smell interested. But I like breathing clean air and we're choking on your nasty posturing bullshit right now. Please relax. Or leave. Actually just leave."

Alpha!Dick:

Refuses to tolerate any douchebag posturing behavior. Entitlement? Just because his baby sibling is an Omega? Bye. See ya. Do not pass Go. Turn right around and fuck off. Nobody gets to rock up in Mouse's personal space and try to coerce them into a relationship just because of caste. What a shitty way to navigate through life. Oh, you're still here? Challenge accepted, prepare to get your shit rocked.

Omega!Jason:

He's throwing hands. Sorry, he doesn't have the patience to bitch the guy away or even have a conversation; he's just putting his hands up and throwing two to the dome. Fuck outta here, for real.

Beta!Tim:

"Oh, Mouse watch out, this guy's got 30 thousand dollars in his checking account and he held the door open for you once he realized you were an Omega! Don't swoon too hard or you'll fall on the floor!.....anyways —"

Douchebag is asking Tim how he knows exactly how much money he's got in his account right now. He's being real pushy about it, too, trying to intimidate him into deferring. But Tim just rattles off his social security number, tells him he knows exactly how he got that dirty money, and requests that he walk away before things get real sticky for him, legally-speaking.

Omega!Damian:

CanNOT be near this alpha. He WILL bring out his swords and stab him to death.

He will kill him. He will dunk him in the Pit. He will kill him again. It's bad enough Damian used to think that was acceptable and normal behavior in the League, and now that he's seeing that behavior being targeted on his baby sibling, he's not having it!!! Alphas pressuring Omegas into courtship just because they're "biologically superior" is bullshit and he will fuck him up!!!!

Beta!Alfred:

He called Conner. Brandishing his shotgun is easy and effective, but it's not entertaining. Some overconfident Alpha garbage is daring to sully his grandchild's person just because of secondary sex characteristics? Alfred doesn't need to do a thing, not because he doesn't want to, but because he knows that not only are you more than capable of defending yourself, and you also have a perfectly polite Kryptonian Alpha to clean up this filth for you. And Alfred will get to watch the carnage unfold with a cup of Earl Grey.

Alpha!Conner:

The definition of "is this guy bothering you? Do you want me to fucking kill him?"

Conner defers to you. He completely ignores the existence of this idiot asshole until you tell him how to proceed. Ignore him and walk away together? You got it babe. Challenge him non-lethally into leaving you alone? You got it babe. Cook his ass with laser vision? You got it babe.

And if you happened to be alone, without any family around for backup, you'd have simply stuffed him in your pocket dimension and then spit him out somewhere across the country. Fuck right off with the douchebaggery please, because there's not enough patience in the world to deal with it.

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𖤓1K FOLLOWERS SPECIAL𖤓

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Pairing: miguel o’hara x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, body descriptions (miguel is all buff and reader is curvy), size kink, manhandling, floor sex, oral (f. receiving), rough-ish sex, choking w/ bicep, 69, just the tip

Summary: miguel being a big, beefy man

A/N: tysm for 1000 followers!!

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This man breaks EVERYTHING. Both in fits of rage, and just when using everyday items, Miguel's pure, superhuman strength just leads to him accidentally breaking shit all of the time. He has most definitely hurled the remote at the TV screen while watching soccer, also has probably broken things like glasses or mugs in his unintentionally firm grip before. He's always laughing embarrassedly and apologising for it, although deep down he's genuinely shamed of his brute strength and always having to go out and buy replacements for the things he breaks.

It's funny to watch him use utensils, brush his teeth, talk on the phone etc., because his hands are so big that everything looks comically tiny in his grasp. Also, Miguel purposefully puts things on high shelves to show off how tall he is. If you're struggling to reach something, he's definitely the type to reach for it from behind you and make you beg him to hand it to you. He's an asshole a tease who can't resist bragging about how much bigger and stronger he is compared to you.

He uses you as weights when he works out. It doesn't matter how heavy you are, since Miguel can canonically lift up to 10 tons, so he only works out for definition/tone rather than strength. He loves hearing your shocked gasps and giggles when he pushes you up suddenly while benching you, or when he curls your cute body and you blush every time he pecks your face when he lifts you towards him.

Miguel is always open to carrying you. He isn't into PDA, but his exception is the way you pout and complain about your feet hurting, and he's always quick to effortlessly scoop you up bridal style and carry you around the street, keeping you nestled against his warm tits chest. He also insists on carrying groceries and laundry, and he absolutely loves it when you ask for help/give him a task that requires him to show off his strength. Miguel is the king of princess treatment and will happily wait on your hand and foot if you ask, solely because he's physically capable of doing so.

Sometimes Miguel can be insecure about his strength because of the trauma associated with his mutant powers and his self-destructive tendencies, but the way that you give him a space to drop the tough, intimidating act makes him want to cry. You know he's a strong guy, but you never take advantage of his superhuman abilities. He just wants to be loved, he doesn't want to be seen as the scary animal he's made out to be.

NSFW

Following on from the "breaks everything" headcanon, Miguel has most definitely broken things while you guys have sex. In fear of hurting you, Miguel has a tendency to grip the headboard, the sheer strength in his hold causing the wood to snap in his hands. Obviously, the force of his thrusts has caused the bed itself to collapse underneath the two of you, but whenever it's happened Miguel has just dragged you onto the floor, kissed you on the cheek, and continued. He's a man on a mission when he's inside you.

Miguel treats you like a rag doll, he manhandles you completely. He makes sure not to hurt you too badly, but he likes to throw you around, lift you up, and pin you in place. He can easily contort your body into any position he pleases, and support you no matter what. When he eats you out, you can barely muster the energy to squirm, because he’s got your thighs wedged open with his broad shoulders, his rough hands keeping you spread. Sometimes, he’ll lift you up over his shoulders and eat your pussy while standing, leaving you dangling in the air and grabbing his hair helplessly as he keeps his hands hooked underneath your knees.

This headcanon is dedicated to Miguel’s arms. More specifically, Miguel putting you in a chokehold while he’s hitting it from the back. Heavy balls slapping against your clit as his bulging bicep engulfs your throat, restricting your breathing so deliciously that you’re panting and drooling all over the mass of beautiful tan skin and hard muscle underneath your chin, his pulsing veins caressing your throat with an almost sinful delicacy. His free hand gropes the fat of your waist and your ass, each slap that lands on your big butt making you squeal in pure ecstasy, to which his beefy arm squeezes around you tighter to stop you from escaping his deep strokes into your sopping cunt. Definitely talks to you half-degrading, half-praising just to make your mind spin and your pussy clench around him. “Keep taking it, sweetheart. Doing so good for me. You still breathing? Or am I fucking you so good you’ve forgotten how to do it, niña tonta?”

(This one is HEAVILY inspired by @mybvalentine’s 69ing with Miguel blurb because I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since I read it 🤭) But 69ing would definitely be a competition between you and Miguel, in the sense that you'd both be competing to taste each other. Miguel is so tall, and by comparison, you're so much smaller than him, so unless the two of you are willing to strain your necks and bodies by leaning in to suck and nibble at each other's essence, 69ing is a test of your patience. While Miguel has you pulled back, sitting on his face as he feverishly eats you out, you're stuck watching the way his pretty cock weeps at the taste of your slick coating his tongue, making you insatiably hungry for him. When you finally escape his grasp and lay forward with Miguel's dick prodding at the depths of your warm throat, Miguel groans at the way a combination of his spit and your juices dribbles onto his pecs, causing him to compromise and helplessly finger your weeping hole, scooping up your slick and bringing it to his mouth so that he can taste you again as you swallow and choke around his big cock.

Miguel is too big. Like, I’ve said in other posts, his dick can be unbearable at times, the dull aching off his cock stretching you out and filling every crevice occasionally becoming a relentless throbbing sensation. So, when you’re just too tight and he’s too thick to handle, Miguel will do just the tip to give your thoroughly bruised cervix a break. Even his flared, leaky tip is a tight squeeze in your little cunt, the wet *pop* sound the head of his dick makes each time Miguel pulls his hips back to the point where his slit is brushing against the rim of your entrance making you mewl. The sight of you unravelling on just his tip goes straight to Miguel’s head (you can decide which one).

sooo this was actually meant to be for 500 followers but I delayed it so much that it became my 1K special... 👀

oops!

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Hey love could I request a BF Choso ×fem reader? Thinking of watching a movie with your bestfriend but when the spicy scene comes on he notices you squirming and doesn't let it slide, such a mean tease🙏🤭 pleaseeee

Are You Still Watching? 💜😈 (Choso x F!Reader 18+ One Shot) [REQUEST FILL]

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Pairing Bestie!Choso Kamo x Fem!Reader (Friends to Lovers)

Synopsis: When your best friend comes over for a movie date when your boyfriend starts acting up, you both expect just a simple night of fun, Netflix, and simple, platonic bonding until a sex scene in a Rated R film has you both feeling a certain type of way. Lucky for you, Choso is a good friend and he knows exactly how to take care of his dear Y/N.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINOS DNI); Friends to Lovers; Crushing; Sexual Tension; Foreplay; Netlix n Chill; Coercion; Dubcon/R*pe (because of Choso coercing you into sex); Oral; No PIV; Fingering; Cunnilingus; Pussy-Drunk!Choso; Gooning; Masturbation; Mutual O; Choso is DOWN BAD for You

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: I'm so sorry this took so long, Anon!! The winter slump plus work got to me & this took longer than it should've but I hope you enjoy it! Thank you for the request! -Jazz

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When you invite your bestie for several years over for movie night, he already knows what type of time you’re on. You’re just too damn shy to say it. 

He knows it as soon as you show up at your apartment door in a silk robe with those teddy bear-textured shorts and a cherry red cami that does nothing to hide the outline of your bra underneath. Choso is no stranger to your game as you’ve been platonically flirting for years, but this? This is something different. 

These are straight-up ‘fuck me’ clothes…or maybe he’s just overthinking this because of his undying crush on you. He’s seen you wear way less than this before.

“What’s with the outfit?” he asks, doing his very best to hide his blush and increasing hard-on. “You couldn’t have asked your boyfriend to come over?” 

Your smile at seeing him fades as you scoff, hitting him in the chest. “Asshole,” you tut. “These are just my pajamas and, plus, you know me and him aren’t exactly cool right now.”

You look off over Choso’s shoulder and he knows from your sour expression that things aren’t good with you and your boyfriend right now. He pushes away the hopeful butterflies in his stomach. “Still mad over that Christmas mishap?” he asks. 

You give him a look. “It wasn’t a mishap,” you argue, referring to the fact that your boyfriend forgot to buy you a Christmas gift but had time to do so for his best friend who is also his ex. “It was completely intentional. Now are you gonna come in?” You open the door wider, moving out of Choso’s way as he comes walking into your cozy little apartment. 

When you shut the door, he makes himself at home by taking off his shoes, placing them at the door, and hanging up his coat on the hooks near the door. “What’s on for tonight?” he asks. You give him a secretive smile and skip over to the couch to fetch the remote. With one click, Netflix pops up and so does the cheesiest, sapiest romcom with a man and a woman gazing lovingly at each other on the poster. “No,” Choso groans.

“Yes!” you reply, giving him a cute pout. “You promised that it was my turn to choose!” As much as Choso would rather kill himself than watch a single second of this movie, your pretty face and puckered lips defeat him. “Fine, but if you start crying, trust that I’m making fun of you.” 

He gives you a smirk as you gape at him, your hands on your hips that he has ached to hold. “Not when I made you hot pockets!” you bark, nodding down to the covered bowl on your coffee table.

You lift the lid, revealing dozens of delicious-smelling, sizzling hot pockets ready for consumption, along with a bowl of popcorn and a couple of sodas. Choso dives to yank a hot pocket out of the bowl, but you beat him, grabbing the bowl. “No, no, you made your mark on me already.” 

Your best friend dives for you this time, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you onto the couch. You squeal with laughter, doing your best to get away, but he tightens his hold on you and ends up accidentally putting you in his lap. At some point, you both realize how close you are and your playful smiles fade. It isn’t like you and Choso haven’t play fought before or gotten close like this. He’s your best friend, after all.

But something feels odd now. Different. Like the warm scent wafts up into your nostrils, making your heart pound. Is that his cologne? And why are his arms so strong? And…why do they feel so good? 

Quickly, Choso unravels you from his arms and places you on the couch. “Sorry,” he mutters. His handsome face and pale skin burst with red as he blushes. You do your best to compose yourself and stop your body from reacting in such a way for your best friend. “You’re fine, Cho,” you say, clearing your throat. “Uh…let’s watch the movie, shall we?” 

You offer him a smile and dim the lights on your phone before flicking on the movie. In the darkness with him sitting so close to you on the couch, you try to think about nothing but the movie. And not at all about how your hand is inches from his. Or how his knee brushes against yours every so often when he shifts positions. Or how his cologne is making you feel drunk. 

At some point during the movie, right when the female protagonist is finally alone with her leading man, the both of them unrequited lovers from different parts of the world, you start to feel your eyes sag. Your legs are thrown over Choso’s lap and the pillow under your head is feeling a little too good. Choso looks over at you, the light from the TV illuminating his handsome features. “Gettin’ tired?” he asks, a smile in his voice. “You had work today, right? Y’know, you can lean your head on me.” 

You shake your head, lazily staring at the movie. “No, no, m’fine,” you reassure him, hiding a yawn. “I’ve been wantin’ to see this movie. I don’t wanna miss it just because I’m…” Your words die in your throat when you suddenly see the female protagonist and her leading man kiss. Very passionately, you’ll add. 

You watch, transfixed as the two hold each other, the man’s hands grasping the woman’s ass while hers venture under his sweater, their lips and tongues dancing together. The sounds that escape them feel so real that you start to become warm. A snort breaks your hypnotized state and you find Choso staring at you in humor. “What?” you demand. 

He shrugs, laying a hand on your ankle which sends tingles up your body. “You act like you ain’t never seen two people make-out before,” he laughs, raising an eyebrow. “Shy?” You threaten to kick him, instead sitting up and crossing your legs. “Whatever,” you scoff. 

A loud moan comes from the TV and you both turn, finding the woman lying on her back on a couch and the man sucking her nipples, writhing underneath him. The camera pans down to her hands quickly unbuckling the man’s pants and taking his cock out. You giggle at Choso whose face is beet red. “And look at you! That face is as red as my top now!” 

“Well, I didn’t think they were gonna show dick!” he argues. “I thought this was PG-13!”

“It’s Rated R, Choso,” you giggle, moving to cross your legs over one another now. Mostly to dampen the throbbing between your thighs. “C’mooon, we’ve watched porn together before. I think you can handle a sex scene.” Your best friend looks at you, his eyes glittering with something unrecognizable in the dim light of the TV. “Can you?” he asks, but the way he says it isn’t the friendly teasing that he usually has in his voice. It is almost seductive. 

Unfortunately for you, it affects you TREMDENOUSLY. So much to the point that you can’t think of anything else but you and him acting out the sex scene on your TV screen. The man is now in between his costar’s thighs, his hand palming her clit while his tongue licks at her pussy, moans escaping the both of them. It makes your entire body grow hot and heavy, your nipples tingling as well as…somewhere else. 

Worried about your rigid posture, Choso looks over at you. “Are you sure you’re okay, sweetie?” he gently asks. 

The man has now begun to perform cunnilingus on the woman and you can’t help but wonder if that really is her pussy on screen. “Y-Yeah, m’fine,” you stammer. “I’ve just…never anyone do that to a pussy before.” Choso scowls in confusion, his eyebrows knitted together. It’s almost adorable. “What, your boyfriend has never done that to you before?” 

“That’s none of your business, perv!” you bark. Your friend cocks his head to the side, staring you down. “Fine, no,” you huff, crossing your arms. “He’s not very adventurous and I never said anything about it before because I don’t wanna argue.” Looking at the male actor on your screen, you have never been more jealous. You can’t remember the last time your boyfriend ever made you cum from head…if he even gives it. 

Watching them together, you cross your arms tighter over your chest to hide your hardened nipples and uncomfortably shift, feeling your panties tighten. “You’re squirming.” You turn to Choso again, blinking at him in the darkness. He stares at you almost intensely, definitely not in a way a friend should. 

“Huh?” you exhale. It’s all your dumbed-out brain can conjur. 

Suddenly, he scoots closer, even as the sex scene finishes. “You’re squirming,” he repeats. “And don’t tell me some bullshit excuse as to why other than the fact that is gettin’ you hot.” 

“W-What?!” you squeak, your body temperature peaking. “What are you–” He is now thigh to thigh, calve to calve, with you, and you suddenly can’t speak. “Don’t make it weird, Y/N,” he says, his voice low and breathy. “You’re not the only one who’s feelin’ this scene.” 

His hand, adorned in rings, lightly touches your bare knee and trails up to your thigh. You can’t find the willpower to push it away. Especially not when your eyes catch the outline of his dick pushing against his jeans. “Choso,” you gasp. “Y-you’re…you’re hard.” 

The corner of his mouth lifts in a sheepish smile. “Not just from the movie, babe: from you and this little outfit.” His hand moves up to toy with the straps of your cami and bra, pulling both down. “You can’t tell me you weren’t planning somethin’ when you invited me over and threw this shit on. Are you tryin’ to test me?” He leans in, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You need to stop him. You should stop him. This is insane! He’s your best friend! 

“Choso,” you gasp. “Don’t. We can’t–” 

“Why not?” he interrupts, his minty breath from his gum fanning your face. “Y/N, we’ve been friends for years. I know everything about you: what you like.” His pillowy-soft lips are suddenly on your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your bare skin. “What you don’t like.” His lips trail up to your neck. “What makes you tick.” 

You instinctively tilt your head back, your body betraying you. His lips trail liquid fire across your skin and throat as his big hands move to hold your waist. “B-But we…oh…but we’re friends,” you all but whisper. 

“And we still will be, baby,” he replies. “But you’re so needy right now. What kind of friend would I be if I neglected you in your hour of need, huh?” All common sense and logic leave your head when his other hand cascades down between your legs.

His fingers press against the heated part of your shorts that he can already feel dampening. You gasp, your mouth falling open, as Choso nuzzles your neck to inhale your scent. “Just let me make you feel good,” he murmurs. “Let me be a good friend to you, okay?” 

Before you even realize what’s happening, you find yourself sitting on your best friend’s lap with your thighs spread wide and his two fingers doused in your slick and his saliva rubbing between the folds of your wet pussy. “So much for this dumbass movie,” he chuckles. “You’re not even watchin’ it.” 

His palm glides against your pussy, sending trendles of pleasure throughout your entire being that start at your toes and stop at your nipples, exposed and on full display outside of your cami and bra. Choso latches his lips onto one, gently sucking on a hardened peak and dousing it in his spit. 

His fingers then sink into your pussy, slowly stretching out your hole. You are so wet and open that it’s easy for him. He can only imagine how it would be for his cock. “Oh, fuck!” you moan, tossing your head back. His fingers curl against that spot that makes you see stars exploding behind your lids, especially when Choso begins to pump them back and forth. Squelching sounds drift into the air, mixing with your slutty moans and the sounds of the movie playing. “Choso!” you whine. “F-Fuck, please!” 

He smiles against your tit, using his right hand to massage the other while his left plays with your pussy. “Please what, mama?” he asks. “I thought I was givin’ you exactly what you needed.” He slides his fingers out of your shorts, your juices glistening in the blue light of the TV on his digits. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he gasps. “Just look at my fingers.” 

You gaze at them in your face, your vision blurry from the pleasure. “Bring them here,” you pant. 

He does as you request and damn near creams his pants when you begin sucking and licking on his fingers. He can feel his cock chubbing against his pants, desperate to be free and feel your ass against his bare skin. “Fuck, baby,” he groans. “You’ve got me so fuckin’ hard. Just look at what you did. Look down fa’ me.” 

You do, your thighs opening wider to give you a view of Choso’s hard bulge pressing against your satin-covered pussy. The only thing separating you are the articles of clothing. “You’re so hard,” you whimper. “Fuck, Cho…” 

You swirl your hips to the front, grinding your cunt against the tent in his pants. The moan that escapes him is delicious, making you want to do it again and again. “Tell me what you want,” he raspily demands, his mouth suckling your neck. “Say it and I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever you want just to make you cum.” 

Sploosh-sploosh. His fingers sound like they are swishing in a pot of the wettest Mac n Cheese as they finger your cunt, causing your juices to spill down to your asscrack and ruin your panties.  “Your mouth!” you moan. “I need your mouth on me, Cho, please!” 

Choso needs no other confirmation. Immediately, he coaxes you off of his lap and sits you down on your couch before kneeling on the floor before you. His eyes are hooded and his lips are flushed. He looks absolutely drunk off of you. “Don’t look away from the movie. Just keep watchin’ while I’m down here.” 

You don’t know how you’re supposed to do that when the spike-haired stud dips between your thighs and begins lapping at your juices. Your mouth falls open on a moan as soon as his soft lips and wet tongue make contact with your sodden lips, clit, and every sensitive part of your pussy.

Choso moans at your taste, his tongue flicking along your clit and making the most lewd, wet sounds you have ever heard. “Fuck, right there!” you whine. 

His eyes tick up to meet yours, drinking in your beautiful reaction. “Right here?” he teasingly asks. He twirls his tongue upward, flicking a spot that makes you grip his spiked, black hair for dear life. In the heat of the moment, you yank on it and push him deeper into your cunt, emitting a surprised moan out of him.

“Oh, shit, sorry!” you pant, quickly letting go. “Did I hurt you?” 

Choso stares up at you in a crazed, feral way, his eyes darkening with desire. “Do that again,” he nearly begs. “Pull me in.”

Then he takes his two fingers and slips them back inside of you, where they belong. As he does this, his mouth busies itself sucking your clit, gently stimulating the needy button of nerves. 

You become a loud, moaning, gasping, writhing mess, leading you to grab the remote and turn the volume to the movie up. You don’t want your neighbors suspecting something nasty going on…but the idea of them healing you get your kitty eaten turns you on more than you can express. You gush at the naughty fantasy, spilling it all into Choso’s mouth. “S’good,” he mumbles into your cunt. “You taste so fuckin’ good, baby, shit.”  

Knelt before you, he uses his free hand to unzip his pants and begins stroking his hard cock at the sound of your sweet moans filling his ears. How he has longed to hear those moans with his own ears! He has envisioned being this way with you so many times, fucking his fist to the thought of pounding your pussy or having you ride his face. 

He has even jacked off with you on the phone in secret, catching onto your sweet giggles and cute ramblings that have made him quietly bust into his hand more times than he’d like to admit. He is a total goon for you and he is prepared to show you that tonight. 

One hand plays with one of your titties, pinching your own nipple, while the other fingers Choso’s hair, gripping the black strands as he works your pussy with his tongue. “Oh, fuck!” you loudly gasp. “Sh-Shit, Choso, yes! That’s so…ah!” 

You have no idea what he does, but he does something with his fingers inside of you that makes your toes curl and your eyes roll back. With your eyes closed and your mind blank, you miss the end credits to the movie and soon, the familiar “Are you still watching” notice from Netflix pops up on your screen. 

No, you’re not watching. Because you’re too busy cumming. 

You can feel the urge tighten in your core, making you grind your hips up into Choso’s mouth, riding his face from your position on the couch. He welcomes in, moving his hand faster against his cock, fucking his palm as he feels your velvety, wet pussy tighten around his fingers. “Oh, my God!” you gasp. “C-Cho…baby, I’m gonna cum!” 

Baby. You called him baby. Oh, God, he’s going to cum too. “Give it to me,” he moans. “Cum for me, please! Cum all over my fuckin’ mouth!” He needs you to cum with him. His balls are tightening so much that they ache, threatening to make him shoot his load all over his hand. 

Fortunately for him, it doesn’t take you much longer or much else. With an adorable gasp, you feel the first wave of your orgasm hit you. When the second comes, it smacks you dead in the face and draws a loud moan out of you that the neighbors definitely hear. You cum all over Choso’s fingers and mouth while he spurts rope after rope of spunk into his hand, sputtering moans and gasps into your pussy as he greedily slurps up your juices. 

As the waves of your high pass, you are left smiling and dazed, staring up at the ceiling as Choso’s licks at your inner thighs and cleans up your pussy lips. “Oh,” you sigh, a slight laugh leaving you. You feel winded but in the best possible way. 

“That was amazing,” Choso breathlessly laughs, a drunk look in his eyes. “Way better than this shit movie.” You concur. When you look down, you make the sound sound but in surprise at the sight before you: “Oh!” you exclaim. “Did you–” 

“Yeah,” Choso sheepishly admits. His cock is semi-hard though he just came, his fingers listening in his nut. “Sorry. You got me excited.”

He blushes red, his nervous eyes flitting down to his hand. You can’t believe it. He came just from eating your pussy?! 

Now you know he can’t be your friend anymore. “Well, that’s not fair. I came in your mouth and you didn’t cum in mine.” You bring his hand to your lips and begin to lick his spunk off of his palm and fingers, moaning softly as you do. He watches you, his cock twitching in excitement at the sight.

“Let’s fix that,” you suggest. “Lay down on the couch for me.” 

Quickly, Choso rises to his feet and is in the process of stripping off his pants when your phone ruins the erotic moment. Your ringer is shrill and annoying, but nothing is as annoying as the caller ID. “Babe is calling,” Siri announces. “Babe is calling.”

Your boyfriend…well, ex-boyfriend now. 

You go to silence your phone, but Choso beats you to it and grabs it. “Wait, Choso,” you say, but he stops you by holding up a finger. Wait a minute.

You watch with bated breath as he clears his throat and presses the green button to answer. “Y/N’s residence,” he answers, smirking at whatever face your ex is wearing at hearing another man answer your phone. 

“Uh…who is this?” your ex asks, his voice drifting from your phone. “Where’s Y/N?” 

“Oh, she’s right here,” Choso replies, smirking down at you. “It’s Choso, her best friend, by the way. You don’t have to call anymore.” 

“Wait, wha–?” 

Choso hangs up before your ex can say anything more and tosses your phone aside, forgotten and discarded, on the coffee table. When he finally strips off his clothes, giving you a view of the man you can’t believe you even considered keeping as a friend, anything about your ex is forgotten. 

“Now how about round 2?” Choso suggests. 

THE END.

[the-french-belphegor]

Earlier this month, we were chatting on the Pikelan Discord about characters' hair and @whisker-biscuit mentioned liking the idea of Scanlan mostly for angst reasons ("Someone forcefully cutting his hair or it getting burned and he tries to salvage it"). Of course our imaginations ran with the idea and we might just be trying to co-write a fic, but since I'm currently stuck on it I thought I'd trying drawing it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

…and then I had to make things better ^^' I like the idea of early days Pike (since her TLOVM version can regrow hair) trying out this new spell and putting a little too much juice in it :D

Context and plot bunny under the cut!

So before Biscuit and I got to planning (and thought TLOVM was a good setting), I had in mind early campaign!Scanlan rejoining Vox Machina's camp after a night out looking exactly like he usually does, only walking a little oddly, maybe a little stiff. At some point Grog unknowingly makes a sudden move and Scanlan actually flinches. Vex notices, and (with a successful an insight check) realises he's wearing the hat of disguise. Vax playfully snags it off, Scanlan goes "No no no nonono-" and Vax almost drops the hat in surprise because Scanlan's hair looks a mess, way too short, like someone yanked his queue and just sliced everything.

Turns out a drunk human(/sized) asshole didn't like that not only a dude but a fucking gnome flirted with him, and called on his buddies to teach the aforementioned gnome a lesson. ("Just" some slapping at first, but Scanlan got pissed - understandably - and tried to fry them with lightning. That's when the assholes stopped playing too.) So once they walked away laughing, Scanlan spent his last couple of healing spells on himself before coming back to Vox Machina's camp in the wild, but that didn't take care of all the damage.) He tries to wave it off, natch, but he still looks pale (and not just with fury and shame at "letting it happen") on top of the bruises.

Anyway, this is firmly in the realm of AU because it would contradict Scanlan being not-100%-wrong when he says the party didn't "do anything for [him]" like they did for Percy, Pike or Grog, but I just like the idea of him being completely dumbfounded at:

how furious VM are on his behalf. (especially once they catch up with the assholes, who are going to be FUCKING WRECKED if they do.) Nobody messes with one of their own, especially for these reasons. Grog is especially furious that they made his fearless little buddy afraid of him for a second. (Plus you Do Not Go Around Messing With A Dude's Facial Hair. Or just hair.)

and

Vax trying to mitigate the disaster that is Scanlan's hair while Pike heals the rest of his bruises and scuffs 💜

I can also see Grog (after a LOT of obvious hesitation) solemnly offering to lend Scanlan the Belt of Dwarvenkind (for like, a day or so) to see if it regrows his hair like it made Grog's beard grow. Scanlan grins (almost cries, successfully hides it) but declines, saying he's good.

And since TLOVM Pike can canonically regrow hair, we end up with the doodles above! Scanlan gets to live his best 1980s Big Hair metal hair. It just takes a few days at least for him to stop wincing when Vax offers to cut his hair (and brings his daggers a liiiiittle too close to his face)...

[pinksugarscrub]

Tinker

Bakugou Katsuki x fem! Inventor! Reader (x Midoriya Izuku)

Scenario: your best friends want to be heroes so you'll support them from the sidelines

(Beta reader: @hyperfix-wip 💜)

Chapters: ???

Word count: 1,051

Warnings: Katsuki (swearing)

~

Class 1-A had its fair share of problems. They started off to a rocky start. League of Villains and all. But as third years their troubles only seemed to double. You were thankful they weren’t life threatening but that didn’t make growing up any easier.

The bright side to this, was the access you had to them. Two students in particular. Bakugou Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku.

While you ranted about male ignorance and circuitry they babbled on about power moves and internships. Mostly Izuku. Entirely Izuku.

To go back to the male ignorance part of your vernacular you’re referring to one man in particular. Your father.

The Goya family had a long line of doctors and was dreadfully traditional. You being the youngest child and only daughter to your father caused a plethora of arguments and disagreements.

Be sensible he says. You say screw it and apply to UA in middle school along with your friends. Friends he also isn’t very fond of but people you would protect with your life.

To be completely honest, it’s their influence that pushed you toward the path of heroism. The only difference was your goals didn’t match theirs.

While they prefer being out in the field making change, you create it.

You inherited the quirk that created your family’s legacy, blueprint. In the simplest of terms you have the powers of a master builder (if you know you know). You can break down an object, living or inanimate, into its core components. You can also build up an object to its highest potential. That is reserved for inanimate objects.

While you still struggle with dry eye your quirk has gotten significantly stronger over the years. Just as much as Izuku and Katsuki have. Which brings you back to the present matter.

Getting Kacchan to spar with you without killing you in the process.

“Come on Kacchan please,” you whine. Trailing after him like a lost duck with your notebook tucked under your arm. “It’ll just be for today. One day and I won’t bother you again.”

“Bullshit,” he scoffs. Not sparing you a glance as he sharply turns the corner to the training rooms. “You’ll be here tomorrow then the next. I can’t have you screwing up my training.”

“Katsuki,” you groan. Speeding up to catch up to him. “I can’t finish my project without you.”

Puppy eyes don’t work on Bakugou. At least not now. The one thing you both can agree on is your work is your work. Disrupting his training would be an inconvenience but you’re hoping he’ll make an exception because well, you’re asking.

Aside from Izuku, Bakugou definitely has a soft spot for you. It didn’t show its face until the very end of first year but it was there.

“I’ll take you out for ramen after.”

“You don’t fucking-”

“Ok I’ll pay for our next coffee run.”

“I don’t drink that shit.”

“Fine, I’ll call your mom.”

He stops. “You wouldn’t.”

You would. But to truly hit the last nail in the coffin you utter your next words with the utmost class and refinery.

“Izuku trained with me. Guess he’s just better at managing his schedule than you.”

You grin triumphantly as you see his brow twitch. There’s even that little vein popping on his head that you’ve seen ever since you were children.

“See, I- ah!”

You yelp as he unceremoniously picks you up and throws you over his shoulder like a sack of flour. His arm holds you firmly but that does little to stop you from hitting his back. His other hand preoccupied with holding onto your notebook.

“Put me down! I can walk asshole!”

“Shut up dammit! I’m helping you aren’t I?”

“That doesn’t mean you have to pick me up!”

“You’re slow as shit!” He huffs. Adjusting you when you start tilting forward.

You open your mouth to protest before slumping in defeat. “Yeah ok.”

Bakugou steals your grin and your victory.

“You sure you want to do this brain?”

“I’m starting to regret asking.”

“That’s the spirit.”

-

“Hey Bakubro I- who is this?” Kirishima’s smile falls. He would not be an accomplice to a kidnapping. Kidnapping is where he draws the line.

Kirishima watches as you fall to the mat with a grunt. Glaring at Bakugou before kicking him away.

“Thanks a lot dickwad, I’m pretty sure you broke a rib.”

“Stop whining.”

You mimic his voice in a mocking tone. Blowing a raspberry towards Bakugou’s back once he turns away.

“Bakugou?” Kirishima asks again. Somewhat relieved but also concerned at the dynamic presenting itself.

“Brain, Shitty hair. Shitty hair, brain.”

“That’s not an introduction Kacchan!”

“Kacchan…?” Kirishima mumbles. Now he’s thoroughly confused.

With a start you stand to your feet. Jogging over to the two but mostly keeping your eyes on Bakugou.

“You didn’t tell me you already had a partner. If you had just said something-”

Bakugou thrusts his hand in your face. Narrowing his eyes at the guilt making its way onto your expression.

“Don’t be stupid. You need all the help you can get, right?”

“Well-” you pause,“yeah…”

“Then?”

You sigh, shoulders sagging as you admit defeat again. “Mm, I get it. Thank you Kacchan.”

He clicks his tongue and looks away. Gesturing to Kirishima before stepping off the mat.

“Oh, right.” You chuckle nervously. Flicking your eyes over to a redhead currently lacking a shirt. “Goya, (f/n). Go-Go is fine.”

“Go-Go?” Kirishima laughs. The pieces clicked together in his mind. “Kacchan? Both Midoriya?”

You nod, a smile replacing your earlier expression. “Izuku has a knack for names.”

“Nerd,” Bakugou chortles. Returning with wrapped hands and a roll for your own.

“I’m Kirishima Eijiro.” Kirishima interjects. Smiling so brightly you almost shield your eyes. “Nice to meet you Go-Go.”

You hum in agreement. Glancing over to Bakugou when you feel his calloused hand on your wrist. Skillfully wrapping your hands in white bandages.

“Explain.”

You don’t have to be told twice.

Kirishima isn’t surprised by the enthusiasm you extrude because it’s similar to Midoriya’s rambling. He is, however, peeking glances over at Bakugou.

He’s not sure he’s ever seen Bakugou act calm for anyone but Midoriya. Even then it’s short lived.

He’s definitely getting your number after this. His classmates will be thrilled with the news.

[base0h]

Hiiii. So this is my first time requesting or anything so I’m kinda really nervous??? Anyways, I love your crack fics, I literally giggle non stop and they bring light into my soul.

So, that being said, I have a request. Could you do something with Crocodile and Ace (and whichever other characters) reacting to their s/o having a spider or some type of scary bug on their back? Idk if your can go anywhere with this but hey, it’s worth a shot.

Okay that’s it bye bye have a good day :)))

a/n - omg I’m so glad I can bring light into your life 😭🫶 literally my goal when I’m writing this stuff 💜 oml bro crocodile is afraid of bugs I just know he is 💀 that’s why he had robin, so she could handle them for him

warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, crack, crocodile would leave you with the the bug just to run as far away as possible 💀🫶

- pls if he sees a single bug in his house he’d move out of his mansion and go to another sea of ocean 💀

- don’t get me wrong he takes you with him of course and makes sure you’re protected from those heinous insects. Get ready for loads of bug spray and pest killing chemicals, because your house is going to smell like that for at least a couple weeks 😃🫶

- so one day, you’re relaxing on the sofa, listening to some ambient music, the lights a bit dimmed, with the shutters open just enough for some light to shine through without being too harsh. It was a weekend, so it was due time for some relaxation!

- crocodile had just gotten finished with his work, and finally he’d get to spend some quality time with you. As he walked over, getting ready to join you on the couch, he froze.

- his eyes were locked onto your back, his breathing completely stopped, his body stiff as a board

- a tiny black speck on your back was… moving. Could that be a- SPIDER? You turned around because you heard footsteps, and you looked confused to see crocodile just- frozen, with wide, disgusted, fearful eyes as if you just committed some heinous crime against humanity

- “….Crocodile? You ok?”

- …

- “Hello???? Earth to crocodile?”

- “Y/n. You know I love you right?“

- “…What?”

- “Then you know why I must do this.”

- “What do you me- hey where’re you going?!”

- to go bag (he has one prepared for this exact situation bruh 💀) materializes out of thin air, then cue crocodile skedaddling out the door without explaining or warning you like a scared selfish asshole

- “CROCODILE IT’S NOT EVEN THE SIZE OF MY FINGERNAIL.”

- “IT’S AN INSECT Y/N.”

- “SO YOU’D LEAVE ME WITH THE FUCKING BUG SO YOU COULD GET AWAY FIRST-? 😭”

- “..well of course I would’ve sent someone back for you-“

- “SENT SOMEONE?!”

- see now ace is afraid of bugs too. But he’s not a selfish asshole like crocodile 💀 bro would at least try and protect you while screaming and sobbing

- you two were relaxing, snuggling together and watching the sun set on the deck of the Moby dick. It always never failed to amaze you with how many colors spread across the sky.

- ace absolutely adored these moments with you. It made him feel so- alive but also dead at the same time. Because how could one be this happy and in love with you?

- he looked down at you, and leaned down to press a kiss to the top of your head, and that’s when he saw… it

- cue the scream of a demon plus a kid who just saw a clown

- “WTF ACE WHAT?!”

- “BABE- DO NOT MOVE. THERE’S A BIGASS BUG ON YOUR HEAD.”

- “EXCUSE ME?!”

- ace grabbed his shoe in a panic, and aimed directly at your head. But since he was so afraid, he was closing his eyes.. as he was swinging to kill the bug.. and he ended up slapping the absolute shit out of you instead of the bug

- “Phew, think I got it- Y/N?! WHAT HAPPENED ARE YOU OK?!”

- “WDYM AM I OK YOU SLAPPED THE SHIT OUT OF ME-“

- “Sorry.. OH SHIT I MISSED-“

- “NONONONO ACE WAIT-“

- you got hit five times before he actually got it. 💀🫶 I hope your brain isn’t damaged 😭

- luffy was one of those kids who collected beetles and watched them fight each other like it was the most intense battle he’s ever seen 💀

- so of course he’s not afraid of them. Bro likes them so much that he doesn’t know if the one piece is better or if beetles are better 😭

- luffy was rambling to you about the various different types of beetles, and which ones were the strongest in fights. He was giving you the WHOLE lowdown, their stats, weaknesses, special skills, traits, etc. 💀 you were surprised luffy had this level of knowledge on- anything really

- “Yeah so the atlas beetle can DEFINITELY take down the rhino beetle because of its really tough shell and- OH MY GOD-“

- “Huh-?! What’s wrong?!”

- “OMG OMG Y/N YOU HAVE AN ATLAS BEETLE ON YOUR HEAD!”

- “Luffy you better be joking. Is it even April yet?”

- “Nono it’s right here see?”

- he pulled it off your head and put it in front of your face. The way you froze, and the way your heart stopped, dropped down to your feet, and then climbed back up 😭

- you couldn’t even scream, you just got up and hauled ass away from whatever that abomination of a creature was

- “Y/n where are you going?! I have to show you how it fights!”

- “I’M PERFECTLY FINE NOT SEEING THAT LUFFY-“

- “But y/n they really like you! You’ve got a rhino beetle on your back too!”

- “WHAT?!”

- you legit stopped, dropped, and rolled 💀💀💀 poor robin was watching the whole thing transpire from really far away so she couldn’t hear the context of what the hell was happening 😭

a/n - bro I missed writing these. I’m a bit rusty tho 😂

[mvskedxrtist]

Let’s take a crack at a Hazbin request:

Reader (whatever gender you’d like) x Lucifer, I feel like he’d have some fun kinks? So maybe the reader giving Lucifer a reward after he was instructed not to touch himself for the last few days, being constantly edged to an orgasm but just barely not getting to and quickly becoming a mess.

I’m thinking specifically edging, praise, maybe some light degradation about how pathetic he’s being, getting oral and fingering

(Everything else I leave to your capable hands :3)

-💜

Such a Good Angel

Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: Edging, Mommy Kink, Praise, Fingering, Light Degration, Oral (M Receiving), Cockwarming, Nipple Play

Nᴏᴛᴇ: Another request means another star in my sky of smut. Thank you for requesting! I'm surprised at myself that I've had so much motivation to post but it just means y'all get this earlier than expected. Also: requests are open! I take 3 requests at a time, please read the rules and how to requests, also remember that I don't just do Hazbin so please look at other fandoms I've written for. Last but not least, I'm starting a tag list!! So if you want to be tagged for all posts just comment! If you want to be tagged for a specific fandom, just comment that as well!

Tᴀɢʟɪsᴛ: @hobbylobbyy

AFAB!Reader x Lucifer Morningstar - Such a Good Angel

It was a few days before the infamous call Charlie gave to her dad to visit the hotel. And in the days before, you had made a cute bet with Lucifer. If he could go a week without touching himself or trying to get off, then he'd get a large prize that'd last the whole day. If he didn't, well there would be a punishment in store for the big boss of hell.

And he was doing ok for the challenge. There were a few times he almost lost himself in the pleasure an came but he stopped himself which impressed you quite much. And then the day that Charlie called him, was actually the day before the end of the challenge. And you decided to just add one last thing for this challenge because of Charlotte's call. If Lucifer did rekindle his relationship with Charlie, the challenge can end right there and he'd get his gift.

So when Lucifer came back very giddy and excited but exhausted, that just told you all that you wanted.

You led Lucifer into bed and kissed him passionately as you slid his shirt up and started rubbing his nipples gently. "So cute under me, baby~" You chuckled and squeezed his nipples gently, hearing his soft high pitched moans. "H-hah~ mommy~" Lucifer held your arms gently until you released his nipples and pushed him down onto the bed more.

"My sweet fallen angel~ so sensitive already~ You're doing amazing for such a needy boy~" You teased him and chuckled softly, taking his pants off. Lucifer looked completely flushed but smiled at you, squealing gently when your mouth enveloped his entire length. "M-mommy!~" He could feel his eyes roll back and released his wings out quickly out of the stimulation.

You looked up and chuckled, pulling his cock out of your mouth but sliding your fingers into his asshole. "My, my, Luci~ crumbling like a little bitch in heat~" You taunted him and started fingering him faster, looking at his already teary face. "N-nghh~ t-too much Mommy~" He panted heavily and looked like he wanted to stop you but he let you continue the immense pleasure.

Lucifer looked like he was about to cum all over himself but whimpered loudly when you pulled your fingers out of him. "What was that for, Mommy?!" "I'm not done yet, Lucifer.~ And don't you want to be a good angel for me?~"

[bezslutpiercing]

🦂💜

Sunday sweet Sunday bezsava, 3.7k words (followup to this)

P6. Not bad but he can definitely do better, he’s sure of it, the bike feels good, he feels good, he’s confident he’ll get up on the podium soon.

He climbs down from the bike, and immediately locks eyes with Sava, sitting on the other side of the box. He looks hungry. After all it’s Bez’s fault, he was the one who promised him free reign today, he said Sava could do whatever he wanted to him after the race, and he can’t wait to see what his boyfriend has in mind.

They both talk with their engineers, then, since there hasn't been a particularly big problem this weekend, they are both free to go, Bez choosing to go directly to Sava’s motorhome without getting noticed, and wait there for the other man.

After five minutes, he hears the door open and close, watches as Sava locks it to avoid any risks and smirks as Sava approaches him, that hungry gaze from before still in his eyes.

“Someone’s needy” “Get naked” “I don’t know if I prefer you when you’re obedient and submissive or when you’re like this, it’s really difficult to choose”

Bez gets naked, as does Sava, who pulls him in to make out, his dick is already hard and Bez loves that, yes he gave Sava free reign, but still, he’s got power over him somehow.

He wraps his hand around Sava’s dick, making him groan, and starts to stroke it, smiling up at Sava who’s trying to hold back a moan.

“Turn around”

Bez does it, and Sava pushes him against the wall, kissing the nape of his neck and making Bez moan immediately. God he loves how Bez gets when he teases his neck, he becomes a whole other person, completely melts under his touch.

“I get you’re horny but I’m not taking it dry” “Who do you take me for? I’m a gentleman” “I hope not too - ah fuck ah”

Bez presses his forehead against the wall, panting and gripping at the tiles, Sava is kneeling behind him, he’s just spread his asscheeks and he’s fucking rimming him. God does this guy have any flaws?

Sava pushes his tongue inside Bez’s hole, hearing him moan and whimper above him. He’s holding onto Bez’s thighs, his hands look so big when they’re on his boyfriend’s body, he goes absolutely crazy for their size difference, and he knows Bez does too, he’s said that more than once, how he likes that he’s so much broader and how it makes him feel both protected and absolutely wreckable.

He hums as he keeps rimming Bez, the vibration increasing the pleasure Bez feels already, making him whine and whimper on loop like a broker record. It feels so stupidly good, Bez is pretty sure he could come just by Sava rimming him, or opening him up in general, maybe he’ll ask him to try one day, as he’ll ask him if he’d like seeing him with a pair of panties on instead of men’s underwear. Bez is hard and leaking, precum coating his dick by now, as Sava doesn’t seem to have any intention of ending the pleasure he’s giving to his boyfriend. Actually, he thinks it’s time to increase it again, just because Bez is pretty much irresistible, he lets go of one of Bez’s thighs and pushes two fingers in, together with his tongue, causing Bez to moan louder than before and cover his mouth not to get caught.

“You…you are a fucking asshole” “Don’t you like this?” “Fuck yes I do but - fuuck”

Sava is teasing his prostate now, just for the fun of it, he knows Bez is ready now, absolutely no need to prolong the torture, but it’s so funny that Sava can’t bring himself to stop, hearing how Bez is slowly losing is mind is a show worth too much to just be left half done.

He keeps hitting his prostate, but only with his fingers, and he knows Bez is close already, he can feel it by how he’s clenching around his fingers and the little twitches in his legs, he can also hear him whimpering like he does before he comes and he can see it because the wall of his motorhome is now dirty with precum.

“You can cum you know? You will do it more than once anyway so why don’t you start already?” Bez bites his lip, but Sava hits his prostate again, and he can’t really do much but give in and come all over the wall he’s glued against, panting hard and twitching, his legs shaking already.

Sava gets up from the floor and wraps one hand around Bez’s dick, making sure he’s gotten everything out, then, with the little amount of cum he collected on his fingers, he lubes up his cock ands starts teasing Bez, not pushing inside, but rubbing it in the crack of his ass, making Bez beg for it.

At this point, Sava is just a man, and he really wants to fuck, so he spins Bez around, who looks at him confused, and then picks him up, pushing him against the floor once more time.

“Wrap your legs around me”

Bez obeys him immediately, and Sava wastes no time in pushing his dick inside Bez, who lets out a choked moan and hides his face in the crook of Sava’s neck. When his boyfriend starts to thrust Bez can’t help but moan again, this time against Sava’s neck, making both of them go crazy.

“You feel so fucking good Marco I could die everytime I get to fuck you” “Been told that ah” “Yeah? And did they fuck you this good?” “No no not like - not like this no”

Bez raises his head and Sava takes advantage of the moment, sucking a hickey on his boyfriend’s neck, making him clench even more around his dick. It’s truly amazing how sensitive Bez is on his neck, he once brushed it as they were cuddling and Bez whimpered, then proceeded to cover his crotch with a pillow, and Sava had laughed for minutes at the reaction, Bez hitting him with the same pillow and telling him that it wasn’t funny at all.

Sava keeps fucking him against the wall, not giving Bez half a second worth of break, not that Bez would want that to be honest, he’s holding onto Sava for his dear life, his nails scratching his boyfriend’s back and his moans getting harder to control.

To ensure none of them gets caught Sava shuts him up by kissing him, and Bez gladly accepts the opportunity to press himself closer against him, to feel their bodies touching and the sweat running between them like it does between him and his racing suit.

“Lore I’m close please please” “Me too fuck”

Sava wraps his hand around Bez’s dick, stroking it rapidly, and Bez doesn’t even take ten seconds to come all over his abs, messy white ropes decorating them now. Sava lets him go, helping him to put his feet back on the floor, and Bez is confused, Sava didn’t come yet, and he can’t just let his boyfriend like this, but before he can speak Sava kisses him again, biting at his lip.

“Get on your knees Marco, you told me I could do whatever right? And God since we did it the first time I never stopped thinking how hot it would be to come all over your face”

Bez is completely silent, it’s truly amazing how Sava can switch from being a good obedient puppy to this, but he knows that as soon as this is over Sava will go back to how he normally is, and Bez loves both sides of his boyfriend. He kneels down and opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out and closing his eyes, and after a few strokes, Sava is coming all over his face, mostly on Bez’s tongue, and the drops who didn't land there get quickly scooped by Sava with his thumb and fed to Bez, who gladly sucks on it to clean it.

“So pretty"

Bez smiles, and Sava tells him to stand up, pulling him in for another kiss. Unfortunately, or luckily, for Bez, Sava is very quick in getting hard again, and he can feel his dick against his thigh, making him giggle. “Am I that good that you get hard so fast after you just came?” “Yeah, I love getting you dumb when I fuck you, and I can’t miss the occasion of ruining you like this” “Aren’t you wasting time you might use to fuck me dumb then?” “You fucking tease”

Bez knows what he’s doing, he likes getting Sava riled up just to mess with his head, because he knows how rough he can be if he wants, how well he fucks him and how he can feel it for days after, so getting him horny and needy like this is just amazing.

Sava bends him over the table, immediately pushing his dick inside, staying still for a few seconds just to build anticipation and make Bez a bit upset, then he starts fucking into him, fast and rough, not like he usually does, deep yes but slower, right now he’s pounding Bez into next year, every thrusts corresponding to a moan from Bez, and he’s having so much fun.

His hands on Bez’s hips look huge, and the sound of skin slapping filling up the room is just perfect. The little moans Bez makes just fuel Sava to go deeper and harder, to show Bez he’s the real deal, that the others he fucked before don’t compare, he wants to claim Bez and make sure he stays his.

Bez doesn’t expect Sava to slap his ass, and isn’t prepared to hold in the moan when he does, and Sava laughs as Bez covers his mouth with his hand, luckily in time for the second hit, because otherwise he’s sure at least one of the mechanics outside would’ve heard him act like that.

“You like it that much? God Marco you could’ve told me from the start, I wouldn’t have been so gentle the other times” “Fuck fuck please do it again please” “You aren’t the one in charge today baby, I decide when to do it”

Sava doesn’t stop fucking him, he keeps his pace, hard and rough, Bez’s ass is red by now, he’s got tears in his eyes and his legs are trembling. Sava slaps his ass a few more times, and Bez moans loudly each time more, which makes Sava laugh and kiss his neck.

He loves Bez, he really does, but fucking him into oblivion is just too good of a thing to let the occasion go. So he grabs Bez’s right thigh in his hand, feeling the toned muscle under his palm, squeezes it and then raises it, leaving Bez to balance himself with only one leg while both his hands are on the table. Sava starts kissing his neck, leaving dark spots all over it, many little marks to remind people that Bez is taken, and that no one can dare getting too close with certain intentions.

Bez can’t stop moaning, and right now he can’t put his hand to cover his mouth, and Sava really doesn’t want a nosy mechanic or journalist near the motorhome eavesdropping, so he covers Bez’s mouth himself, breathing hot hair on his neck and biting the top of his ear lightly, where the blush is stronger.

Bez is navigating in a sea of pleasure, everything is so good, Sava feels even bigger than before inside him, he fills him up completely, he’s pretty sure that if he was even skinnier than he already is, then he could see Sava’s bulge in his stomach.

The mere thought of it is enough for Bez to cum, his legs shaking and his body burning hot, his brain is a mess, he wants more, more of Sava, more of this sensation, more of this pleasure he’s been feeling since they started today.

Sava lets go of Bez’s leg, giving some stability back to the boy. He’s not happy like this though, he wants to own him, completely, fully.

He gets a hand in Bez’s hair and pulls his head back, leaving hickeys all over his neck, then lets it go, his hands now roaming all over Bez’s body, playing with his nipples, with his piercing, and he starts fucking him again, slowly, thrusting deep inside Bez.

“You’re mine, yes? Mine mine mine all this is mine” Bez mutters something, but Sava doesn’t hear it. “What was that baby?” “I’m yours, and you’re mine” “Oh of course I am Marco, only yours”

Sava smirks and kisses Bez on his jaw, getting one hand back in his hair, then moves up to kiss him on the lips, immediately pushing his tongue into Bez’s mouth.

They make out slowly, moaning in each others’ mouths, smiling, panting.

The older slips out, and Bez whines at the empty sensation, God would he stay like this forever. Cause yeah, Sava is being rough, like a lot, but then he kisses him so sweetly and he’s so caring he can’t help but wish this could last forever.

Then it hits him, Sava hasn’t come yet, yeah he did before but he didn’t now and he’s sure he won’t just be happy with jerking himself off again. As soon as his thought has finished processing he’s dragged to the couch, they end up making out again, they’re all tangled, a mix of limbs and moans and need.

Sava slaps Bez’s ass lightly, and the younger takes it as a sign to turn around and get on all fours. He arches his back as much as he can, he’s got his face buried into the cushion, and he presses his ass against Sava’s dick, who laughs softly, Bez gets so needy when he’s like this, but he can’t go long without getting bossed around like Bez does, this, breaking the norm, taking the upper hand, is fine once in a while, when he’s really riled up, but he wouldn’t dream of doing it every time.

However he’s far too hard right now to think about something that’s not obliterating Bez, so he pushes his dick back inside, towering over Bez as he doesn’t waste any time and immediately starts thrusting, Bez’s moans thankfully muffled by the cushion, his thighs are shaky, his ass is red and he’s seeing stars, but there’s absolutely no reason for Sava to stop.

Bez likes this, Sava loves this, so why should they do anything that’s not this right now? Probably they should get ready, think about the race, analyse data and compare stats, but this is way more fun and fulfilling, they can worry about numbers later on.

The temperature in the room must reach embarrassing numbers now, the heat of their bodies is far superior than before, Bez feels almost burning, they’re both sweating and panting, both are blushing like crazy. Sava wants more control, he wants to absolutely take over Bez’s mind, to be the only thought running around his brain.

He takes Bez’s hands in his, bringing them behind Bez’s back, on it, resting on the curve that leads to that godly sculpted ass that has Sava go crazy. Sava who now has both of Bez’s wrists locked in a hold, his fingers functioning as damn handcuffs, Bez is completely stripped of any form of power whatsoever, he can only beg and moan, Sava’s pupils are as big as teacups, he looks at his hand holding Bez’s two and he just starts thrusting harder, in out, in out, in out, no breaks, no slowing down, nothing but pleasure.

When he hits Bez’s prostate Bez travels to another universe, his mind completely off track now, he’s not seeing stars anymore, but entire fucking galaxies, he’s drooling on the couch, crying because it’s so good, his dick is already dripping, it rubs against the rought material of the couch almost uncomfortably, but the pleasure is so high he barely feels the discomfort.

Bez’s hair are sticking to his nape, curls becoming even more curly with the damp and sweat, and Sava hasn’t stopped hitting his prostate since he chose to aim there. His back probably aches from the arch he’s given it, his ass will be red and sore for days, his legs will shake more than they do after his three hours gym session, but it’s all more than worth it, he knows he could cum now, but he really doesn’t want to be pathetic, so he uses all his last mental strength to resists until Sava comes, just to show he’s not that sensitive.

“Marco you have no idea what you do to me, you’re so fucking beautiful I want to ruin you for anyone else, you feel and sound so good I don’t even know if I’m dreaming or if this is real. You’re perfect, you’re perfect and you’re mine fuck”

Now Bez would answer, he would very much like to do that, but he doesn’t have words in his brain, just pleasure, and all he can do is moan Sava’s name on loop, like a chant, high pitched and needy.

Sava puts one hand in Bez’s hair, pulling him backwards, until Bez’s back is against his chest, pressed so close together one couldn’t slide a sheet of paper between them if he tried. Bez moans, and Sava starts kissing his neck, licking at the spots he already bruised and sucking new marks where the skin is still untouched.

He lets go of Bez’s hair to wrap his hand around his boyfriend’s neck, squeezing just to hear him whimper more.

Like before, he doesn’t stop thrusting while he changes position, and now more than before Bez feels infinitely smaller than Sava, it reminds him of the first time they had a proper interaction, a few years back, Bez still in his black VR46 leathers and Sava in that red and purple Aprilia colors, Sava’s bike had broken down and Bez gave him a lift.

There, for the first time, Bez understood why so many people had that size difference kink he heard about. It’s fucking overwhelming, he had Sava’s hand on his hip, and he could feel the touch mark his skin, he wanted to be taken there and then, bent over his bike and fucked into next day. He saw the reel, and God Sava looked huge in comparison to him.

Now, he thinks of that again, a hugely different situation but the same fucking position, him in front and Sava behind him lusting over him, he had felt Sava’s gaze on the back of his neck for the whole ride, but he brushed it off, he was just starting to discover his sexuality and he was afraid of taking anything as a signal.

But now he thinks that maybe he could’ve tried to flirt back then already, maybe he wouldn’t have gone through bad breakups and maybe he would’ve fucked like this every time he wanted, rough, dirty and loving, somehow all at once.

Sava moves his hand, placing it against Bez’s stomach, and pressing down, Bez vision going white for a second, he almost comes. But he manages to hold on, to control himself and just whimper again, which makes Sava go nuts.

He starts playing with Bez’s piercing again, twisting and pinching at it and Bez really can’t hold on much longer, Sava knows how sensitive he is on his nipples, how much he likes them to be toyed with like that, Sava also knows Bez can cum just from that if done properly.

Bez is supporting himself with his hands placed on Sava’s thighs, but he’s shaking, he needs his release, he needs to cum and collapse on the couch.

“Please please touch me please” “Is this not enough? Mh? You need more?” “Please”

It’s not like Bez can form coherent sentences but God is he pathetic like this, not that Sava cares, he only wants to make sure Bez knows he’s ruined for other men and that he remembers how good he gets fucked when he’s with him.

“You wanna come?”

Bez nods furiously, not trusting his mouth to actually let out words instead of moans and whimpers, and Sava takes pity on him, he’s clearly tired, even if Sava had the strength, which he luckily hasn’t, to go on for another round, Bez surely wouldn’t, so it’s best like this.

Sava wraps his head around Bez’s dick and strokes, it only takes a few movements of Sava’s hand for Bez to cum and moan, staining the couch and getting Sava’s hand sticky, his brain going empty with just the thought of how good this was.

Sava takes another couple of thrust to finally stop and cum inside Bez, filling him up again and making Bez twitch at the feeling, now boneless and unable to move. Sava pulls out and Bez makes a noise, immediately shushed by Sava, who lays him back down onto the couch, hugging him completely.

“You liked that Marco? You were so good” “Yeah I…bath please” “I can go run you a bath if you want” “yes” “Ok ok, you were amazing Marco, amazing” “You too made me see stars fuck”

Sava goes to the bathroom, opening the bathtub faucet and letting the water reach a comfortable temperature for both of them, leaving it to fill up as he grabs a washcloth to clean Bez up a little.

When he returns he sees Bez is falling asleep, he really drained him today, he was rough, and he hopes it wasn’t too much, because Bez has the tendency of not speaking up when something’s too much, he doesn’t want to be annoying he said, but Sava made him promise he would express his discomfort if he ever made him feel like that.

“Marco? Hey, we have to go take a bath come on” “Cuddle” “Yes yes we can cuddle, but once we’re in the bathtub ok?” “Ok. Can you bring me there? I don’t wanna walk” “You don’t want to or you can’t? I went hard eh” “Shut up I can” “Mhmh, sure, come on I’m taking you there”

Sava picks Bez up bridal style and takes him to the bathtub, turning off the faucet and getting inside with him, Bez immediately curling up to be in his lap, between the arms he feels the safest in.

“I love you Marco” “Love you”

[ittybittylee]

Jax Tickle hcs 💜✨

- Lee

* Even though he may be an asshole he tends to get very flustered while being tickled. This is because he’s not used to anyone seeing him all soft like that

* thus he feels embarrassed

* And does not wanna screw up his “Reputation”

* Will instantly melt in your hands

* He has that cackling yet snarky kinda laugh?? the kind that gives you butterflies

* He has very ticklish feets ///that are also very fluffy

* His neck, stomach and hips are also very sensitive, even a slight poke could send him into a giggling fit

* He lets on that he absolutely HATES being teased and will do everything in his power to push you away to prevent you from teasing him

* Making Eye contact while tickling him makes him even more flustered

* But he secretly enjoys it, makes him weak in the knees

* Kicks his feet when tickled

* Will not ask for you to stop because he “refuses to beg anyone” so once the damage has been done he’ll just accept his fate

* ^If you confront him about it he’ll get all embarrassed and start shouting at you to “shut up!”

* Will 100% use the excuse “how could I have of asked you to stop when you were nearly tickling me to death?! I couldn’t even breathe nonetheless get a single word out!”

( he could’ve easily IF he wanted to )

* He absolutely adores aftercare, he’ll snuggle right up in your lap and rest his head on your shoulder

* He loves having his ears rubbed, especially if you hold his head while doing so

* Whether or not he’ll admit it, he loves every minute of it

* “You tell anybody that I’m ticklish and you’re dead. and that’s not a threat, that’s a promise got it?”

- Ler

* Extremely teasing, smug mischievous ler

* perfect balance between rough and gentle tickles

*is a mean ler

* Absolutely LOVES getting a reaction out of you especially seeing you blush

* Laughs at you while tickling because he thinks it’s funny to see you completely helpless

* Finds it hysterical when you snort/squeak/wheeze and will bully you for it //affectionately

* Will do everything he possibly can to get you all flushed and embarrassed just because he knows how much you hate it

* Will not hesitate to absolutely wreck you

* Can and will most definitely tease you especially with baby talk

* This mf will purposely taunt you by saying “Cootchie cootchie coo” over and over again to embarrass the living hell out of you

* You can beg for him to stop but he won’t, not until you’re all wheezy and breathless

* Loves to taunt you by saying “I’m gonna getcha” in a very sinister voice and at the most random times

* you can tell just by the smirk on his face he’s planning an “unexpected” tickle attack

* His lanky fingers make it easier to scribble away into those hard to reach sweet spots ( inner neck, etc )

* Finds it hilarious whenever he gets a reaction out of you

* “Heh what’s the matter? Does that tickle~? Too bad because I’m gonna do it anyway~”

* Will never let you live it down. Ever.

* Will wiggle his fingers at you on purpose just to make you flinch or blush

* Great aftercare, loves to hold you

* Asks you if you’re okay, hoping that he didn’t take it too far

* He makes sure you’re okay before carrying on with the rest of his day and acting like nothing ever happened

* will threaten to tell the others that you’re extremely ticklish but won’t actually tell them

[maxdibert]

You fighting with people is my morning paper, thank you.

Also dont you think that James Potter laughing and bullying a smaller poorer and "wierd" kid had its perfect karma when Harry ended up as the smallest "poorest" wierdest kid around after he died? I mean am really sorry for Harry, he didnt deserved it caude no one deserves that, but James was already dead so Harry paid for his fathers sins, and it wasnt Snape who made him pay, it was Dudley, Petunia and Vernon, the people that was supposed to protect him. Idk, kinda reminds me of one blind guy in the bible, he was born blind because he was "paying for his parents sins".

He should have paid his sins himself. But instead he had to be a ghost and see all that happen to his kid, cause lets remember that Lily and James were watching him. The consecuenses of not getting what you deserved in life I guess.

I love your blog 🫶🫶

Honestly, I completely disagree with generational debts and with the idea that children should pay for the sins of their parents. The children aren’t to blame, and although those debts sadly exist, they shouldn’t. Harry shouldn’t have inherited that burden because he had nothing to do with the equation between James and the people who orbited him. And frankly, it’s something I really condemn about Severus, even though I can understand that the guy was seriously traumatized and emotionally couldn’t avoid feeling rejection towards someone with the same face as his abuser. But just because I understand that it was something beyond his control doesn’t mean I think that projection is okay or that Harry should pay for the fact that his father was a piece of shit. Because despite the flaws Harry might have had, being an abuser wasn’t one of them, and it honestly saddens me that he inherited the debt from his asshole of a father.

James should have paid for what he did, and he should have suffered for it and felt it himself. It’s not fair for it to fall on his son, nor is it some sort of divine justice. There’s no justice if the one who suffers is an innocent.

Btw thank you so much i’m so flags you like my brainrot lol 🙏🏻💜

[imagoddamnonionmason]

Hi Goosey Goose! Long time since I’ve harassed your inbox LMFAO! How ya doing? Take your time answering this, no pressure!

I was wondering, since we’ve somewhat discussed them in the Boys AU and briefly crack RP’d them once, how would you imagine an interaction -maybe like a check up or something- would go between Abbey and Keith?

Like I’ve said before- Abbey’s a physically weak person, as she’s chronically ill (she’d faint if she stood up too fast 💀), but that woman’s smart as hell. She ain’t a doctor for no reason, y’know? She can smell bullshit from a mile away.

She would still be nice to Keith throughout the entire interaction, even if he’s being a complete asshole, cause Abbey doesn’t like stooping down to other people’s level.

If he pisses her off enough though, Abbey would politely insult him. Like look him up and down, look back down to her clipboard, and say something like, “I don’t imagine you’ve been sexually active recently?”

Opps till the end 💜

(get behind me Abbey)

Listen, my girl got POTs and I know how she feels, for I too tend to faint upon standing up too fast lmao 💀

Anyway, for my thoughts:

I feel like Keith and Abbey would be unlikely friends, in the sense that people might watch them from the outside in and look at the way they speak/interact with each other and it would completely convince them that these two are not from the same circles. They would see them talk and expect them to walk different ways from each other, only to see them exit through the same door, still talking and they'd be like??? they... they can't be friends that doesn't make sense. But, as you say, Abbey can smell bullshit a mile off and Keith's lies would not really get past her. I think she would be one of the first people to start sussing out the truth about Nikki and him, when the band is first brought together in what we call Season 1 (if she's there from the offset of the narrative). I also think that they have respect enough for each other, though, to call each other out when needed and it happens more from Abbey to Keith than it does to other way around. I think the only time he actually calls bullshit with her could be after her entire farce with the hero guy (you will have to remind me of his name because I have forgotten entirely). She'd be home alone and feeling sorry for herself, calling in to say that she's 'sick' rather than in her feels.

He's at her doorstep, barges in when she opens the door, walks around her place picking up the empty cartons of Chinese food and then just giving her the most judgemental look he can muster.

"No invite to the pity party? Babes, you should have called me."

But despite his joking there's a look to his eyes that's saying "you should have called me."

Anyways, I love these two and I think they'd have a strange friendship but it would be a fun one to explore between the two!

[amethystina]

I am intrigued by all the wips honestly. Anything you give us will be amazing, I have no doubt.

I will ask about Thou Shalt Not Covet tho because it is completed.

And I LOVE the How To Build a Family for Dummies title lmao. If you feel that it fits the story, you don't have to change it imo 😆

Also, I have to ask about your health. I hope you're doing well these days and that you're getting better. If not, don't push yourself too hard. Take care of yourself either way 💜

No pressure x'D

Jokes aside: thank you 💜 I'm very flattered that a lot of you have such faith in me and my writing.

Thou Shalt Not Covet was something I wrote in a feverish haze about a week ago because I was high-key panicking over not having been able to draw or write in what felt like forever and my brain just latched on to that story. Which wasn't at all what I had planned but, apparently, what I needed at the time, so I try not to hold it against myself.

It's basically a fic about Ga On being a raging ball of jealousy for 10k straight.

... or gay, I guess?

So the title is a bit misleading since there is actually A LOT of coveting going on. Coveting of Yo Han, to be more specific.

Ga On you little sinner you.

And it's 10k before editing, I should say. Because since I wrote it with a fever, I'll probably have to add a bit as I edit. Understandably, I tend to miss a lot of details when I'm too feverish. The fic is set just before Kim Choong Sik's first trial, so around episode 10. Which means I'm going to have to add a couple of warnings because Yo Han does not play fair. Whenever I write Yo Han as he was during the drama I'm reminded of how far he's come in Who Holds the Devil because dear LORD is he a manipulative asshole in this one x'D

So yeah. Jealous!Ga On and a Yo Han who doesn't pull his punches. A recipe for disaster, in other words. But they work it out eventually.

Here's a snippet from the beginning of the story (though unedited so there might be changes before it's posted)

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Ga On had never understood how utterly devastating jealousy could be until he felt it — truly felt it — for the first time.

If asked, he would have said he wasn't a jealous person. He may have felt a burst of it once or twice as he and Soo Hyun had grown up — whenever another boy had shown an interest in her — but it had faded just as quickly as it had flared up. Perhaps because, deep down, Ga On had known that Soo Hyun only had eyes for him.

There was no need for him to feel jealous since the odds of him losing Soo Hyun to another were slim.

And, in hindsight, that must have lulled Ga On into a false sense of security, giving him the impression that he wasn't the jealous type. That he was calm and rational enough not to get upset, and knew how to handle the surge of emotions that might occur. Not realizing that what he'd felt at the time wasn't jealousy — or at least not the true depth of what he was actually capable of feeling.

Ga On had underestimated his own possessiveness.

And it wasn't until he met Kang Yo Han that Ga On knew true jealousy.

His first clue that he'd misjudged himself should have been his inexplicable desire to remain within Yo Han's orbit despite having numerous reasons to stay away. All Ga On wanted was to keep pushing closer, to keep proving himself, to keep asking for that intoxicating attention that crackled like electricity down his spine. He may not want to name what he was experiencing — instinctively shying away from a revelation he knew would change his life beyond what he was ready to deal with, finding comfort in denial — but he still craved the rush it gave him. He couldn't help wanting more.

His second clue should have been his own reaction as he'd watched Jung Sun Ah fuss with Yo Han's tie during their photo shoot.

The anger Ga On had felt in that moment — curling black and vicious inside his chest — had been an overreaction of the kind that should have given him pause. But, somehow, it hadn't. Somehow, Ga On hadn't even registered it as something out of the ordinary. Some part of him had even felt justified in his anger.

As if he had a right to feel that possessive over his chief.

But the rational part of Ga On knew that he didn't. He may be sleeping in Yo Han's house and helping him with his mission to upend the world as they knew it, but they were still nothing more than coworkers.

Yo Han had never promised him anything.

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Expect jealousy, anger, and a bit of angst. Because Ga On has abandonment issues and it actually hits pretty hard when he starts suspecting that he's not so special to Yo Han after all...

As for How to Build a Family For Dummies, the title doesn't fit the vibe AT ALL which is why I'm calling it a working title for now. It just sounds way too cute and cheerful for the actual theme and content of the story x'D But more about that in another reply since I got a specific ask about it!

Aaaaand when it comes to my health, things are really bad, unfortunately. The kind of bad I haven't had since January, with daily exhaustion fevers and lack of focus. And it's probably not going to get better anytime soon since the main cause is related to something outside of my control that will most likely take months to fix. So it's really just a matter of me trying to hold on as long as I can and, if I'm lucky, I won't break completely before I reach the other side. I guess we'll see?

Anyhow! Thank you so much for the concern and the lovely ask. You take care of yourself too 💜

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💜 “Will they revoke my queer card if I don’t get oat milk in my lattes?”

FirstPrince please!

I was so hoping someone would pick this prompt lol. Thank you, Steph! For you, here's a bit of established-relationship cuteness featuring autistic Henry. Up to you if it's canon or not, it really could go either way imho. It also ran a bit longer than expected (which I should've seen coming - of course your prompt request would come with your short-fic-runs-long deal lol), so half is under the cut.

“I’ll have an Earl Grey, please.” “Okay, just the tea or did you want to try our lavender oat milk London Fog?” Alex looks up from his phone to find Henry staring in mildly-stunned confusion at the pink-haired barista behind the counter at whatever local shop they wandered into today. It’s loud in there – enough that it’s even grating on his own ears a bit – and it’s a brand new spot for them. He gives his boyfriend a moment to cope with the change himself, but Henry’s mouth opens and closes twice without any sound coming out, so he pipes up to rescue him. “He’s a black tea kinda guy, but thanks.” Henry bumps shoulders with him in a silent ‘thank you’, but the barista just shrugs, scribbles on the side of a cup with a sharpie, and sets it aside. “For you?”

“Medium latte with cinnamon. Actual cinnamon, not syrup.” “Iced?” Alex shakes his head. “Hot. And yes, I know it’s summer.” “Did you want that with oat milk?” They don’t even look up from the cup they’re writing on. “Sorry, did I miss a memo?” Alex laughs, mostly to show he’s just being a little snarky and not a complete asshole, but Henry gives him a look.  “Excuse me?” “You’re upselling on oat milk like. A lot. To the couple in front of us, to my boyfriend, now to me… Do you have 2%? Or will they revoke my queer card for not getting oat milk in my lattes?” “Alex,” Henry hisses at him.  The barista isn’t remotely fazed though. They just look exhausted. “My manager ordered double what we usually get, and I was told to push it. You can have whatever you want, man, I just work here.” “...I see. I’d like it regular please.” “No problem.” They ring up the drinks, and Alex pays, stuffing a 20 in the tip jar to make up for his attitude.  Henry pulls him into a hug while they wait at the other end of the counter, and Alex melts into it. They aren’t normally super touchy-feely in public spaces, but Henry has always had a sort of sixth sense for Alex’s mood shifts. He blames the autism, but Alex secretly thinks it’s proof that they were each designed by some higher power with the other in mind. “Are your batteries getting low, love?” It’s a little odd hearing the phrase from Henry – that’s usually his line when they’re out and about. He nods after only a moment’s consideration, rubbing his cheek against the wear-soft fabric of Henry’s old Oxford polo team t-shirt. “It’s been a long week. I’m sorry.” “It’s alright. We’ve ducked out of plenty of things early for me; it can be your turn this time. Let’s skip the movie and go home.” "You sure?" “Definitely. We can even watch Empire if that would help.” “I seriously fucking love you.” Alex smiles for the first time since they walked into the coffee shop when he feels Henry kiss his temple. “I love you too.”

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