#hes my fav wet dog

[no0t2]

each time i draw him the soppier and wetter he gets

[kidatanaka]

tanaka & friends

[raticalshoez]

i'm having hyperfixation drought so i did what i did best and created a crossover episode

[busiest-bee]

I drew him being miserable (bcuz he’s a wet cat of a man) but felt bad. Gave him lollipop.

[beanghostprincess]

Sanuso is a good ship because it has one of my favorite shipping dynamics*: Wildly different hair needs and hair care routines.

Usopp the kind of man who takes good care of his hair, he has his go to stuff and he makes sure to wrap it before bed and all in all he has really gorgeous hair. Also the type of guy who does in fact sometimes halfass his routine because he’s working on something and goes to bed at four am thinking “I really should do this before… uhggg tired” and just goes to sleep.

Vs Sanji, the kind of man who has a million products in his room. Modern Au Usopp stays the night for the first time and is intimidated by all of his boyfriend’s expensive products. Sanji still thinks it just looks “Alright”. A little bit self conscious because Usopo never seems to have bad hair days even on the days when it’s humid and his hair goes crazy poofy and out of control, while sometimes he wakes up and looks at himself in the mirror for an hour trying to get any semblance of volume into his hair before begrudgingly accepting today is going to be a “long haired dog who fell into a mud puddle” day for him

(Another good one is “Person who has a very extensive skincare regiment being jealous at their partner who has no skincare regiment”. Which fits for both Sanlu and Sanuso, because Usopp and Luffy both mange to somehow have the skin and complexion of an angel while Sanji is just… dry spot, eyebags, pale, no healthy glow, weird zit on the back of his neck he can’t reach etc. Luffy and Usopp both do not care tough they think he’s still radiant)

REAL REAL REAL!!!!! Usopp has the most gorgeous hair and he does have a routine but he's pretty careless sometimes with it because, meh, it's late and he looks good anyway so it isn't a problem. If his hair looks bad he'll just do a ponytail and go through the day like nothing happens because he still looks stunning somehow. Sanji absolutely loves his boyfriend's hair and he's obsessed with touching it and doing hairstyles on him and stuff, but he's jealous Usopp doesn't need half of what he needs to take care of his hair. Same with Sanlu, as you said. Luffy just looks gorgeous in such a pure, holy way. Like an angel no matter what. Which is fucking frustrating because Sanji has sooo many insecurities and he feels so ugly if he doesn't do his routine every day. He wakes up, he showers, he uses so so many hair products and body lotions, and he even wears make-up to cover the fact that he hasn't slept well for years. He needs to do a thousand things to feel pretty. It becomes a bit obsessive sometimes because when he can't do his routine, he starts to panic. He's more irritable on those days. A bit depressed. Usopp just needs to remind him that he literally looks the same to him and that he doesn't need anything to be gorgeous. Sanji won't listen to him, but yeah, at least he feels a bit better.

[skitskatdacat63]

2009 Chinese Grand Prix - Sebastian Vettel(ft. Mark Webber & Jenson Button)(not pictured: Parc Fermé )

[crypt1dcorv1dae]

Fucked up that "I'm a silly doggey" is not a valid answer to most real world questions 😔

[guakamoleboi]

It's been a really long time since I drew my Villainsona

[He/They]

[arminslovurrr]

ummm thinking abt big beefy men who eat you thru ur panties,you don't know why he's in such a hurry, as soon as the both of you got thru the door he dragged you thru the house all the way to the living room, pushing you on the couch and kneeling between your legs.

it's almost pathetic how this big burly man whines "i-im sorry" he'd stumble over his words "please- just needa taste you baby" he flips up your white frilly mini skirt and pushes your knees to your chest. ur so confused? where do this come from? after a long day of running errands and now he's so erratic and pent up for what? he takes a moment to admire how chubby ur pussy looks in ur baby pink panties n the obvious darker hue in the center of ur panties from arousal seeping thru the fabric.

then it snaps in him, he pushes his head into ur lower region messily licking your clothed slit, ur body's first reaction is to grab onto his hair and force his head to stay where it's at. he's kissing and sucking on your slit before making his way up to the swollen bud, he suckles on the fabric covering the bud causing all types of pornographic sounds to come out of you. you don't even know who's louder with the way that he's groaning and panting like a dog in heat.

he'd shake his head from side to side using his big beefy forearms to keep you still, "mmhah.. stay still girl." he said breathlessly but sternly before lowering his head again. at this point ur panties are soaked with his saliva and ur arousal but he plans to get them wetter, he presses his thumb to your entrance and speeds up his attack on your clit. not once did his low lusted eyes leave ur pretty face, i mean how could they when you were making the cutest expressions all at his expense! Ur eyebrows pinched together with ur bruised lips slightly parted letting out the prettiest sounds he has ever heard.

you can't help but arch ur back off of the bed when he slaps ur pussy

"ohmygoshh .. don't stopp" you embarrassingly whined, "who knew i had such a dirty girl, hm?" he chuckled before placing another firm slap on your puffy clit. you threw ur head back and gripped his forearm tightly, he knew you were almost there, that's the only reason he tugged your drenched panties to the side n slid his middle and ringer finger inside of ur wet cunny. pumping his fingers in and out at a animalistic pace, "fuuckkk's too muchhh" you'd scream looking down to watch "y'er a good girl, you can take it, you always do." he mumbles against your clit, curling his fingers inside of you trying to find that spot that makes you pop.

"dont stop 'm cumminggg fuuuckk !!" you squealed as ur climax came crashing down on you, gripping onto his forearm for dear life while moaning his name. he'd smirk but his fingers never stopped, his mouth never stopped. he kept going. maybe even going faster. you quickly become overstimulated trying to pry and push his head, but he was much stronger than you.

the orgasm came quicker than the last, it felt .. different? it felt hotter and wetter. his fingers grazed against ur sweet spot one more time and you let go, "nngghh, noo more it feels 's weirddd" you pleaded with a now raspy voice as clear fluid splashed again your stomach and his face, causing your eyes and his to widen in surprise.

"damn ur so messy." he says slapping ur clit to see ur release splash even more. he finally let's go of ur legs after licking you clean, all you can do is lay there with ur brain all hazy n ur legs all sore. "you still with me baby?" he teases as he puts ur panties back in place.

"need you to return the favor." was the last thing he said before standing up and placing ur hand on his bulge.

toji … nanami … zoro … reiner …KATSUKIII + any of ur fav burly men !!

an: i trying to write more, i really am but i cant write short lil paragraphs i always turn them into novels so i’m workin on that ! but anyways my bday is in 5 days >0< not proof read

[menagerofmischief]

I rarely indulge in these kinds of things but I love your diner and I have to place my own order!!

Served by Lando Norris

Starter - artichoke dip (thinking Fewtrell reader cause Lando had been WANTING reader)

cold appetizer

Main dish:

Sausage rolls

Sushi

Ceasar Salad

Veggie Burger

Drinks:

Fanta

Apple cider

Vodka soda

Dessert - yes

Fav GP is Singapore or Vegas was fun last year! (Im a whore for a good night race)

Dia's Diner Menu

artichoke dip brother's friend cold appetizer rough sex sausage rolls "I'll make it fit" veggie burger "Feel how hard you make me" sushi "Better quiet down you don't want them to hear us" ceaser salad "Lie to me again and you're not gonna like what happens next" fanta size kink apple cider spitting vodka redbull squirting dessert aftercare + moussaka "You look your best covered in my cum"

Lando Norris x Fewtrell!reader

TW: unprotected sex, fingering, squirting, spitting in mouth

WC: 2.3k

A/N: I kid you not, I screamed when I got this request. I was so happy to write something for you, hope you enjoy it!

❀

“You’re like a fucking dog, Norris!” I say, bringing my hands up to shield by face as Lando shakes his head, droplets of water from his wet hair spraying onto me.

Lando has been best friends with my brother, Max, for practically as long as I can remember. He was always there and he was everywhere. From family dinner to family vacations, you name it, he’s attended it with my brother.

He’s been around for every awkward phase of my life and every especially embarrassing moment. I wasn’t blind, I’ve always thought he was attractive and it would be a lie to say I’ve never had feelings for him. 

But I never dared to say anything. He was Max’s best friend which meant he was off limits or my brother would throw a hissy fit. And I’m sure he had received a speech about how I was off limits from my brother as well.

Not that it ever stopped him from letting his gaze wander over my body, studying every curve and looking way longer than he should have. Or giving me one of his infamous smirks whenever I caught him doing it.

We were currently on a summer vacation with Max and his girlfriend Pietra. It was summer break for Formula 1, so Max insisted on taking a trip with Lando and dragging me along. Summer trips meant warm places with beaches and beaches with Lando meant getting sprayed with water while I was laying on the sunbeds.

Lando laughed, mischief sparkling in his eyes. “Should I bark then as well?” He asked, his lips stretching into a smirk. 

“You try that and I’ll call animal control to pick you up.” I said, rolling my eyes at him. I moved my eyes back to the book I had laying open in my lap, trying my best to focus on the words on the page instead of him.

He was still wet from the water and I couldn’t decide which part of him I wanted to look at more. His chest, with drops of water sliding down and catching along his happy trail. Or his thighs, the way his wet swim trunks hugged his muscular thighs, making them look extra delicious.

Not only that but the outline of his dick was very clear and practically begging me to look at it.

“You like what you see?” Lando asked, the tone of his voice teasing. Slowly I dragged my gaze back up to meet his, feeling my cheeks heat up a little from the embarrassment.

“The only thing bigger than your ego is the iceberg that sank the Titanic.” I told him, quickly returning my attention back to my book. Lando only laughed in response.

✿ ✿ ✿

Later that night, back in the hotel, I was laying in my bed bored out of my mind. I scrolled Instagram enough for a warning to pop up that I spent too much time on the app and then scrolled TikTok until the videos became repetitive.

At first I thought I’d go to Max’s room and annoy him but then decided against it in favor of giving him and his girlfriend some alone time. After another five minutes of fatal boredom I dragged myself out of the bed and set my way towards Lando’s room.

The door swung open after only one knock, leaving my hand still in the air as I faced Lando. He was shirtless, with a pair of shorts low enough on his waist to show just a hint of the waistband of his boxers. His hair was damp and his room just a bit steamed up - he must have showered recently.

“Expecting someone?” I asked, giving him a smirk.

“Yes,” he said, a smile stretching over his lips. “I was expecting you.”

He moved to the side to let me get into his room and closed the door behind me. I hummed, “I’m sure you were.”

“I was actually,” he said, throwing himself onto his bed. He put his hands behind his head, stretching himself and the muscles in his arms flexed.

Lando may not be the tallest guy, but he was taller than me, that’s for sure. And his build, along with all the muscles that his extensive training had formed on his body made him look even more deliciously bigger.

I was staring, my gaze fixated on his movements. This time I didn’t even have the courtesy to look ashamed of doing it.

Lando moved so quickly I barely saw it coming. One of his hands grabbed mine and pulled me onto the bed, making me land right on top of him. I gasped, bracing my hands against the mattress and looking at him with wide eyes.

In this position he was so close, closer than he’s ever been. I stared at him, my mouth slightly open as I breathed, my breath mingling with his. “Lando,” I whispered, not daring to speak at full volume, afraid the moment was just going to disappear.

His gaze went down, his eyes fixated on my lips. I didn’t allow myself any time to overthink, knowing I would end up chickening out - so I leaned down and tentatively brushed my lips against his.

Lando groaned at the contact, his hand grabbing the back on my neck and forcing me towards him even more, crashing my lips against his in a bruising kiss. His tongue stroked mine and I couldn’t help but moan into his mouth, unaware of the fact that I was grinding against him.

We finally broke apart, both of us gasping for air. My cheeks felt like they were burning and there was a hint of redness on Lando’s as well.

“Fuck,” I whispered, the curse rolling off my tongue. “We shouldn’t be doing this. It’s wrong -”

Lando cut me off by thrusting his hips upwards, his bulge rubbing against my clothed core. “Feel that?” Lando asked, his breath hot against my face. “Feel how hard you make me? Feel how good it is to have me rubbing against you?” I nodded breathlessly, unable to form words. “Something that feels this right, definitely can’t be wrong.”

And he’s right. It feels good, it feels right. I like him and for once I stop thinking about what everyone else wants and what they’ll think and focus on myself.

I find myself nodding along, leaning down to kiss him again. It’s desperate, passionate, full with need and longing that it seems both of us have been trying to suppress. 

“Let me take this off, yeah?” Lando asks, pulling away and reaching for the hem of my top. Wordlessly I lift my hands up, making it easier for him to slide it over my head.

I’m not wearing a bra, so the second my top is off my tits are bare for him to see. My nipples harden and I hiss when Lando palms my breasts and teasingly runs his thumb over my nipple before pinching it.

“Prettiest tits I’ve ever seen,” he mumbles, not wasting a second longer before he’s diving down, his lips wrapping around my nipple and rolling the bug with his tongue. A moan slips past my lips and I wrap my fingers around his locks, keeping his head in place.

“Lando, please,” I whine, my voice breathy and desperate. “Want you to fuck me.”

He doesn’ need to hear more than that, suddenly he’s flipping us over, towering over me. He presses a quick kiss to my lips before going down and taking my shorts and panties off with one go.

He blows air on my pussy, making me whine and playfully slap his arm. “Stop teasing, it’s mean.”

He chuckles, his fingers slipping through my arousal and circling my entrance. “Tell me baby,” he whispers against my skin, his lips pressed to my collarbones. “How many times did you touch yourself just like this, imagining it was me instead.”

I shake my head, not wanting to admit the truth. “Didn’t,” I manage to murmur out.

He huffs, and then his fingers pinch my clit, making me buck my hips and moan at the mix of pain and pleasure. “Lie to me again, and you’re not gonna like what happens next.” His voice leaves no room for argument and I know he really means it. “Now, I think I asked you a question.”

“Too many!” I admit, a moan slipping out when his fingers begin to rub my clit in fast, harsh circles. “I don’t know! Don’t keep track of how much I do it.”

“There we go,” Lando hums, the expression on his face looking satisfied. “See how good you can behave.”

He slips two fingers in me, sliding right in with no resistance, thanks to how wet I am. Through the whole process he keeps rubbing my clit, and suddenly the pleasure doubles when he starts to thrust his fingers into me, grazing my G-spot every time.

“Lando, so good,” I moan out. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

As soon as the words are out of my mouth I wish I didn’t say them because the pleasure that was building up is instantly gone as Lando pulls his fingers out and away from my clit. I’m left gasping, looking at him with a glare.

“Fuck sweetheart don’t look at me like that,” he says, his voice is hoarse. “I’ve thought about this so many times. The first time I make you cum I want it to be around my cock.”

He lifts his hand, his fingers covered in my arousal, and pops them into his mouth, sucking them clean and groaning at the taste. “Taste so good, sweetheart, come on open up.”

Instinctively I open my mouth, thinking he’s going to push his fingers into my mouth for me to taste myself. Instead he leans over me and spits into my mouth, and though barely, I can taste myself.

I moan when it hits my tongue, and lock my eyes with his before swallowing. He groans, his fingers grabbing my chin, “God, you’re such a good girl. Perfect little slut - and just for me.”

“Just for you,” I repeat, nodding my head. “Now please fuck me, Lando, it’s too much!”

Lando takes off his shorts and boxers, leaving himself bare in front of me. My eyes are instantly drawn to his cock, standing proud, the tip leaking pre-cum. My eyes widen at the size of it, he’s bigger than anyone I’ve been with before.

He must see it on my face because he cups my cheek with one hand while nestling himself between my thighs. “Don’t worry, sweet girl, I’ll make it fit.”

He pushes in slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size, pushing inch after inch inside of me until his hips are flush against mine. He looks at me for confirmation and I give him a nod to go ahead.

While he was really sweet by starting gentle and going slow until I was ready - now that he’s fucking me, he’s anything but. Lando’s thrusts are rough, pulling almost all the way out and then pushing back, deep inside, his hips hitting mine over and over again.

“Lando, so good, fuck!” I moan out. My voice is high pitches and my moans are becoming louder as I am unable to control them, or think anything much in general.

Lando’s hand presses down against my mouth, instantly muffling the sound of my moans. “Better quiet down,” he growls into my ear. “Max and Pietra are in the room next door. You don’t want them to hear us do you?”

I shake my head no and Lando removes his hand. Without his hand covering my mouth it’s much harder to keep the moans and whines coming out of my lips down. 

“Lan, I’m gonna cum, please!” I plead, feeling the pleasure build up, unlike anything I’ve experienced before.

“Go on,” Lando says with a groan and I feel him twitch inside of me. “Cum for me baby. Cum all over my dick.”

His words topple me over the edge and I come harder than I’ve ever cum before. It’s not until I look down and see Lando’s abdomen and half of the bed wet that I realize I squirted. Lando groans, his fingers rubbing through my fold for a moment before he brings them up to his mouth and sucks them clean.

“That was so hot baby,” he says. He thrusts into me a few more times and then pulls out, cumming all over my stomach and tits.

He looks down at me, trying to catch his breath and his eyes sparkle with a hint of something. “You always look so damn gorgeous,” he says, his fingers rubbing gentle comforting circles into my hip. “But you look your best covered in my cum.”

I stared at the ceiling, still a bit out of breath. “That was the best orgasm of my life,” I said, with a laugh.

“Guess I’ll have to give you many more then,” Lando said.

“I don’t how you’ll survive,” I teased.

“I’ll make do,” Lando replied, leaning down to kiss me sweetly. He reached for his suitcase that was next to the bed and got a what I assumed was a dirty shirt and used it to wipe his cum off my body.

After that he got another T-Shirt, this time a clean one and helped me put it on. He put his underwear back on and then crawled into the bed, next to me. He wrapped one of his arms around my stomach and placed lazy kisses on my cheek and neck.

“Want to watch a movie and order room service?” He asked, rubbing his nose against my neck.

“God, you’re perfect.”

“Thanks, I know!”

“Just play the damn movie, Lando.”

[elexaria]

141’s fav sex positions :((

captain john price — doggy

loves that power play, the feeling of someone submitting so willingly to him! the feeling of their fat ass smacking against his strapping thighs, the freedom to do whatever he wants with his hands. his favourite thing to do is grab ‘em by the necklace or dog chain, pulling taught to bring them to level with him. “you like this? bein’ under me? bet you love how the cap’n fucks you good, don’t you sweetheart?”

sergeant kyle ‘gaz’ garrick — 69

he’s not really a guy that’s into fucking, he’s into making lurv. sensual music, dim lights. he is giving head while ‘ain’t no love’ by bobby bland plays in the background. yeah, you aint going nowhere tonight. no plans to go out, only to mutually pleasure one another. there’s just something about the intimacy, the mutual giving of how he’s giving head while feeling his cock hit the wet depths of someone’s throat, drool trailing down his taint and full balls. and when orgasms are achieved simultaneously, it’s fucking mind blowing.

sergeant johnny ‘soap’ mactavish — cowgirl

mans is a harlot, seeing a pretty thing bouncing on his thick cock, arm’s propped up on the back of the sofa. maybe, if he’s feeling up to it, he might slam his hips up into them to push them past the brink. “fuck yeah, look at ye— all full with m’ cock.” he’ll growl out, jaw clenched as his hands cement themselves on the hips of the rider. “gonna breed ye, make ye all full with my— oh fuck—!” and yeah, he’s still gonna bring up the breeding kink, even if you are a guy LMAO

lieutenant simon ‘ghost’ riley — sunday morning spooning gone sexual

kind of similar to gaz, in the sense that he’s more into making love. don’t get me wrong, he can be a real dirty bastard. but there’s just something about having a lie in, gentle kisses and sweet whispers in the sheets. and when he can bury his face in the crook of someone’s neck, breath warm, whispering praise as he lays on his side and slowly fucks into them. the slower, the better. even cockwarming them for a bit, burly arms wrapped around the little spoon as he peppers their bare shoulders with little kisses. he’s always been seen as a hunk of a man, there’s been countless fucking. but sometimes, he just wants that sunday kinda love :((

[nemesyaaa]

knuckle velvet // killer!rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary ; ready or not (the movie) au. after a peaceful relationship and marriage with rafe cameron, you began to be the prey of your husband and his whole family in a twisted revisited hide and seek.

warnings : violence. blood. survival horror trope. smut. p in v. betrayal. manipulation.controlling behavior. sick/strange and freaky attitude. finale girl trope. horror au. blood kissing. mentions of guns. form of revenge. daddy issues. cameron family being crazy. a little twist. death of characters. knuckle velvet by ethel cain and somebody that i used to know by gotye lyrics coded. escaping. mentions of smoking. belly bulge. twisted ending. some spoilers for ready or not (movie). minors DNI. not really dark content but be careful with the warnings <3

author's note ; it's one-shot around 3k. i highly recommand ready or not. it's one of my fav movies and trope. tysm @rafecameroninterlude for helping me with the idea !

everyone in town said that rafe cameron was a dangerous and strange man. it was something that not only god knew, but you knew as well. you knew about his reputation but above all you knew who he was and what he had done.

he could have killed you thousands of times as he had done so to his victims, but you had always known how to keep the secret.

but now that he had proposed to you, three years later after the accident, things had changed.

you were the perfect girlfriend he wanted and he was the perfect boyfriend you dreamed of. your wedding was shaping up so well. you could already see yourself dressed in the most beautiful white dress in the church hallway while he waited for you in front of the altar.

everything with rafe cameron was what you reached for.

even the sex part, making out with rafe cameron was always fierce and rough, like the way his cock thrust deeply into you repeatedly, the curvy tip hitting your spot back and forth. you can feel his hand which was wrapped tightly around your neck, gripping you possessively like a leash, his fingers kept running into your bruised skin. “ don't fucking give up on me now.” he growled angrily against your ear, and pulled out his wet tongue to put a lick on your lobe, with and a savage bite.

“ don't try to run away pumpkin, or i'll make sure both of your legs know they’re mine by only making them fit with my cock buried inside you. understand ? nod pretty heart, give me the pleasure of knowing that you obey me.”

you nodded, letting out a moan as you felt his large and veiny girth fitting and bullying your spongy walls. his firm hips slamming into yours, as he gripped the side of your cheeks with a heavy hold, the strong slapping of skin to skin echoing louder in the room. he slipped two fingers inside your mouth, brushing them quickly against your dripping tongue, leaving your muscle with a trickle of drool falling from your open jaw. "good fucking dog, seems like i raised a perfect slut."

his words were so degrading but he turned you on so much. your whole body was covered with pretty and thrilling shivers, and his back and forth into you were so violent that tears quickly stained your cheeks. you cried like a baby while he fucked you like a big girl. you were as pathetic as the mess raining over your sloppy pussy that rafe abused massively by burying himself deep in it, while touching all your spots to hear your desperate and muffled cries that he was - of course the only one to give you.

you could feel his length reaching for your tummy, seeing the hugeness of his full shaft moving into your stomach as you gurgled passionately . he spat into your open mouth, whichwas stuffed with his fingers, forcing you to swallow his saliva. his palm was pressed against your flesh to feel the bulge of his cock destroying you with a smirk, while the huge clapping of your bodies sticking to each other, made your plushy cunt squeeze around him. his thrusts were harder and faster, and made you whine even more as the outline of his dick drew his strokes inside your belly.

the bed creaked beneath you. you were dizzy to the feeling of him plungingin your insides, your pussy soaking every inch of his cock that was tightened in your canal. your eyes rolled back, and he had his face pressed against your cheek.

there were those incessant noises in the light of your room. your two bodies slamming against each other, his sweat against your skin. rafe grabbed your neck more savagely, leaving it covered in bruises, which he licked with passion, while his dick continued to fuck you so hard that you no longer had the ability to think.

you were completely submissive. your cunt was in tatters, dripping on the mattress and around him. he pushed his fingers even further into your mouth to the point where you were gagging around them, a huge burst of drool exploding around your lips.

he mocked with a soft and harsh tone. "you can take this cock but you can't even suck my fingers properly? what a fucking baby."

your tears had redoubled on your face, and you had continued to suck again, going so far as to shove his fingers down your throat. the saliva was such that it foamed at the edge of your lips, and your mouth opened wide to work cleanly.

“ r-r....af..rafe” your words were muffled, as he fucked your dirty pussy filling it to the stomach. “s-to…” you had squirted so hard that you felt tingles all over your body like a slight paralysis.

you hadn’t waited long before reaching orgasm. in total, you had four. and rafe was still inside you, pounding into you like you hadn't had sex in a month.

his thumb rubbed your clit as he continued to thrust hard until you felt his cock each time your walls tightened around him, just so he could repeat to yourself how you were so fucking tight for him. you could feel his stomach twitching against your back, as you shifted positions. he had placed your hands above your spine, keeping them linked to sink more easily into you, and control every part of your body.

he released his sperm inside you, the hot rush of his load instantly warming your insides. and you cried out with one last breath, your body falling back onto the mattress.

after that, you showered. you were wearing clothes now, and you looked out the window. rafe had approached you, his hair still wet from the shower, and dripping onto the floor, a towel loosely draped around his sculpted hips.

he grabbed your hand to kiss it, his lips wrapping around your beautiful ring that must have been worth a fortune.

“i feel like your family doesn’t love me.” you confessed softly.

"believe me, it's a good thing." he replied.

"rafe, this isn't funny. i want them to like me, i want to be a part of your family.”

“ listen baby, my father always hated me even when i gave the best of myself to please him, did that kill me? no."

“it didn’t kill you because we don’t die from daddy issues. we are impacted. You want to please your father, and so do i.”

“you just need to be perfect for me, and you are. that’s all that matters.”

“i don’t have the same opinion.” you replied.

rafe had lit a cigarette, and looked up at you, you loved the blue of his pupils. he was so beautiful and unreal. it was just the only deep thing you could read in him.

"obviously you're not of the same opinion. but you don't need to be. either way, we're going to get married in any case."

"i never thought i would be rafe cameron's wife, i never even thought the kook prince rafe cameron would have a wife one day."

“i know you don’t believe in fairytales baby, so open your eyes because you exist.”

It’s been a week since that conversation, and especially since you and Rafe were married. today, rafe was driving you to the family mansion and you were completely nervous at the idea of meeting, finally, spending time with his family for a weekend.

“I’m here, okay?” he placed a hand on your leg.

it was strange this feeling you had in rafe's presence. you were sure he loved you, well, he acted like the perfect boyfriend but there was something so strange deep down. was rafe cameron really capable of loving someone?

you knew him to have a bad reputation. plus, you hadn’t always been the nice girl everyone knew.

to be honest, in high school, you were sometimes mean to boys, especially his type. when you were little, you grew up as a spoiled princess with the world at her feet. you knew something about rafe cameron that made it easy for you to keep him on a leash. but now, it was as if the situation was getting out of hand, or rather, the tables were turning.

you had arrived in the evening just in time for dinner. you greeted ward, his charming young wife and his two daughters, sarah and wheezie. they looked so different from rafe. you sat next to your husband hoping to make a good impression throughout the meal.

"how much did rafe pay you to go out with him?" sarah asked, making an obvious dig at her brother.

"sarah, it's only whores like you who pay to have someone. besides, how much did you spend for topper to agree to go out with you? so easy to spend daddy's money. " had replied rafe.

“oh sure, you can’t spend daddy’s money anymore.”

"enough!" Ward had cut in, banging on the table, making everyone jump. "We have a guest, be kind to each other. We are family."

you had felt rafe tense at the mention of the word family, so as he had done in the car to reassure you, you had stroked his thigh to calm him down.you massaged his thigh and the inside of his leg, gently reaching the bulge in his pants. with your fingers, you caressed the fly, playing with the closure. you were in a playful mood. but it was completely indecent since your in-laws were nearby. but as long as it calmed rafe down, that was all that mattered.

you had talked to everyone. you had a lot of sympathy for wheezie who was just a kid in the middle of it all.

“what if we played a game? in this family, we are very playful.” ward said.

suddenly the atmosphere became more joyful and festive. you had never seen so much excitement in the eyes of these people. even wheezie had a giant smile on his face.

“oh great, i love games ! ” you replied.

rafe hadn't said a word, as if he preferred to remain silent. you should have found it strange but you didn’t say anything. you always wanted to make a good impression with your in-laws.

“what if it was you who chose tonight’s game?” rafe had suggested. “you are our guest after all.”

“okay!” you responded enthusiastically.

sarah clapped her hands. rose looked at you strangely. ward smiled at you like you were his real daughter and wheezie...wheezie was always in a good mood. everything was perfectly fine.

rafe had brought you a box full of cards, and you rummaged through it, smiling.

when you opened your eyes, wheezie had read. “hide and seek! my favorite game!”

“I also loved hide and seek when I was little.”

“the rules are a little different…” the father began. "i mean, our rules. we like to play our way, it's more lucrative.”

“ you will be the only one to hide. and we will all try to find you.” the littlest girl explained.

“okay.” you replied.

“you don’t ask what will happen to you if we find you?” sarah asked, looking at you strangely but still with a pretty smile on her lips directed toward only you.

“for that, you have to find me first.” you replied.

“ seems like you're a really fun girl. ” sarah replied, winking at you.

“so find me.”

you started the game, venturing into the gigantic corridors of the mansion.

it was quite funny running around a house that looked like a castle in your stunning beautiful wedding dress. rafe had asked you to wear it, and you had listened to him, now here you were wandering upstairs with your petticoats flying above your quick steps.

you found a hiding place under the bed.

you waited several minutes before hearing someone walking down the hallway. you could hear each footstep hitting the ground. after a second of silence, the door slid open with a creak to let an anonymous person enter.

except that you had heard another loudly noise, that of a weapon being reloaded, and you placed a hand on your cheek. your heartbeat accelerated.

“i know you’re there. i know it because i can feel how scared you are.”

you recognized wheezie’s voice. and you wondered how such an innocent thing could hold a gun in her hands.

you had crawled to the other side to get out of the bed, facing away from her completely.

except she was quicker and drew the gun in front of you, her weapon aimed at you. “not a move, or i shoot you.”

"wheezie, it's me! don't shoot. what does that mean?"

“that you just lost.”

“wheezie don’t do that.”

“how are you going to stop me when you’re trapped?”

you had seen rafe slip discreetly into the room before shooting his sister in the back, without any qualms. you let out a cry of amazement. his cold face and feelings made you step back from him.

“ are you sick?? how can you do that? it’s your sister, rafe.”

“it was her or you. oh sorry, maybe you wanted to die? i can arrange that if you want.”

“no, i mean...why?”

“ok, maybe i lied to you.”

"so that was it...rafe cameron can't be perfect. no, rafe cameron is lying. you cannot lie to me. we're married, i'm your wife ! does that fucking mean nothing to you ? "

"this is not an ordinary hide and seek. the goal is for us to find you and kill you."

“you explain to me, what the hell is this? i absolutely don’t want to die. and there is no way you will let me with that faith.”

"eh...i'm here, i'm here for you, okay? do you trust me, baby?" he cupped both of your cheeks and placed his forehead against yours. "i swore loyalty to you, remember? i'm going to take care of you. now if you don't mind, we don't have much time before my family arrives. so follow me."

he took your hand and you followed him. you had started to go down the stairs when you came across ward and rose. when they saw your anguished look, your paralyzed eyes and the blood on rafe, they understood quickly the situation.

"rafe. " ward had warned. “let go of her.”

rafe had shown you another way and you had gone that way. but you weren't reassured because even though he was with his parents and let you gain time, sarah was somewhere nearby.

you went to the garden. and that was a fucking maze too. you were tired and sick of these giant hallways, and especially, running toward you had no idea where. you just wanted to escape the mansion and that whole crazy cameron family. it was not supposed to end up like this.

"don't try to run away, sweetheart . the game isn't over. "

you jumped when you heard sarah's voice behind your back. she had a loaded gun in her hands, ready to shoot your skull.

“scream and i'll make sure you have no more voice for the rest of your life, darling."

“sarah, i beg you, don't do this. you don't have to kill me.”

“ unfortunately for you i'm not rafe. those crybaby tears don't work on me. move one more time, and i will long for your corpse.”

you stopped moving, and sarah came closer.

except that the scene had happened atrociously quickly. you heard a gunshot, and her body fell onto the cool grass, with a stream of blood that covered your white dress in a red.

you thought this was the end of the game but a gun was now planted to your head.

you recognized this breathing, this warm, metallic smell of blood that was on yours too. it was rafe.

“rafe, what are you doing? it's me, your wife. ”

he pushed the barrel of his gun against your cheek, his finger pressed on the trigger, playing softly with the button to make you shiver even more. and his face was stuck on the other side of your cheek.

the beads of blood on him was now on your skin, dripping in drops against your mouth, sliding in the flesh of your opened lips, his sweaty nose sinking near your jaw.

"you don't want to tell me how innocent you are, and that you don't deserve all this? this is your final hour."

“does it please you to see me scared to death?”

"yeah, do you want me to tell you how much ?"

"rafe, i'm serious! don't kill me. i'm not your enemy.”

"i killed absolutely everyone. my father, his whore, my sisters. and it will happen again. "

“ so you wanted a wife, and now you want to kill me ? you’re crazy, rafe. ”

"because i wanted you to be, pumkin. it's not destiny, i planned everything. when you found out that i fucking killing people. you remember last summer and even those before? i had to have control over you, especially after all the blackmail you put me through, i wanted to play with you even more and you fell into the trap. and you were an easy prey because with your bad past, your family moved out, your friends all left you. was so fucking easy to have you because you needed someone so badly. you were so blind and desperate to have someone on your side that you believed that i could love, but above all, you thought and wanted to believe that it was possible that i loved you. i thought you were smarter than that, but that doesn't matter, because now you will die and it doesn't matter anymore.”

you had too many tears to count them, and even to see them flow. your throat was so tight you could barely breathe, feeling a deep knot stuffed on the inside.

you hated how everything was so clear now, rafe cameron’s sudden interest in you, the strange feeling inside you, this marriage proposal, the marriage. he had been so good, so perfect that you had never once been doubted by his acting.

rafe cameron lied as well as he killed. or you were too naive. as he wanted you to be too...

you swallowed the information with difficulty to accept the hard truth. your stomach was in knots, a furious urge to vomit but instead, your lower lip was trembling, your body was running through shivers because you still had that gun threatening you, the metal rubbed through your wild tears.

you weren’t even sure if rafe was the one responsible for this nightmare. you had your part of responsibility. you played with the fire, and you no longer knew how to put it out. you lost control.

“do you know how much i hate you?”

" oh no, that's not true. your heart is beating pumpkin, and it's not because you hate me, and even less because you're afraid. but because you love me. and it's going to kill you. “

“you’re wrong.”

you turned around to grab his gun. you managed to catch him by surprise. and he smiled. you faced his face full of blood, bleeding from his nose to his jaw. he wiped away a few trickles with the back of his sleeve.

“i’m the one who’s going to kill you.”

“don’t make me think you’re going to pull the trigger. or at least, look me in the eyes. don't you want to see me fall after all that fight ?”

“do you want to bet, rafe cameron? because in this case, we are going to bet on your life.”

“sweetheart.”

“oh no, don’t try to stop me.”

“i was going to tell you to aim carefully, because if you miss, you will be the only corpse of the two of us.”

“fuck you!”

“i would love to babe but you have a fucking gun pointed at my head. i have to be careful.”

"know that i loved you,rafe cameron. i tell you this because i want you to know that someone loved you, that you could have me with you for the rest of your life but you ruined everything.”

“what do you mean ?”

"that you could have had a better life, but rafe, let me tell you that you always liked being a loser. you don't want to change, and i won't try to fix you. not after all that bullshit. "

and you shot. one time. two time. the last in the heart.

you watched as blood spurted from his chest, as his body fell to the ground.

you sat astride him, his frame between your legs, your hands covered in blood around his face.

“ you're just a child and you know it. nothing in my heart is hoping you'll come back. ”

you grabbed him by the jaw and leaned down. his eyes weren't yet closed when you placed your lips on his to steal his last breath of life.

his lips were cold and covered in blood, kissing yours limply.

you sat next to him, placing your hand next to his, and he held it. but it was rafe cameron, you couldn't tell if it was love or hate.

your marriage was ruined, and everyone around you was dead. but at least you had survived. with as much blood on his hands as the camerons. but you were alive.

and that was the only thing that mattered....for now.

[merlucide]

would you ever consider making a part 2 for the Blue Lock Icks! headcanons but with other characters? the one you made had me struggling to keep my composure while at work omg it's sooooo accurate

BLLK BOYS “ICKS” PT2

Notes: OMG STOP REALLY??? that makes me so happy omg tysm?? <33

characters: Isagi, Aryu, Chigiri, Shidou, Oliver, Otoya

pls again, don’t take this seriously 💀

PT1 PT2 “ICKS” BLLK BOYS GET

ISAGI YOICHI

Says O-possum instead of opossum

Uses the “😁” to show he’s happy

default wallpaper

2019 humor

scared of clowns (same Isagi, same)

worst fashion sense ever. just think of a white guy in his 30s in the year of 2017

ARYU JYUBEI

SQUEAKY SHOES

Licks his finger before turning the page

uses stereotypes often (not on purpose lol)

Makes sure the barista spelt his name write on his drink

wants to go to Paris just to pose at the Eiffel tower, wear a beret, and eat a baguette (okay but same..)

CHIGIRI HYOUMA

one-ups every thing

Makes over exaggerated faces so you know he’s judging you

Chews gum really loudly

If you move to much in bed he’ll kick you

highlights/ writes in his books

has so many hair products but like one body wash

SHIDOU RYUSEI

Walks up the stairs on all fours

Long ass finger nails (so chipped and have dirt in them)

Sends selfies when he’s on the toilet

knows how to throw it in a circle (he’s really good at it too…)

Eats lemon rines

Likes to sit really close to the screen at the cinema

Barks at dogs

Puts the book face down to bookmark his spot

Says “zoo wee mama”

Idk how to word this but, Shidou:

AIKU OLIVER 

(I know I did him b4 but I wanted to add one more thing)

“Where’s my hug at?”

keeps a toothpick in his mouth

actually calls you babygirl

OTOYA EITA

puts his socks over his sweats

doesn’t grease the pan

Wears hats inside

Sags his pants

smacks lips and it sounds really wet

puts peanut butter on his burgers

licks his fingers after he eats and doesn’t wash them afterwards

bends over at the waist when he is picking smth up

THOSE Naruto fans

Squeezes the middle of the toothpaste

uses a spork

Says “bop”

Says “drip”

Says “on God bro”

Says “You tripping”

Twerked on Karasu once

Owns so many shoes

Has very little milk in his cereal

Only likes chocolate ice cream

Uses blue ink pens

Fav bottled water brand is deer park

Forgets to zip his fly

his LED lights are always on red

ABHAHAHA I’m actually running out of icks

made May 25th 2024

[juuuulez]

🔥 | kinktober #8: hate fuck + semi-public sex, steve harrington.

oh this was just 😍😍😍 gotta be my fav piece of this month so far……lots of sub steve 😍

-> prompt/kinktober masterlist <-

you’ve never heard steve so pathetic than now, where you’ve got him in the palm of your hand.

quite literally, too.

the storage closet in family video is suffocating, especially combined with your shared heat, those stuttered gasps and pants. one wrong move and a shelf will rattle, a broom could fall, so you’d been very firm when instructing steve to stay still.

sans his hips, of course, which pathetically rut into your hand, his bulge aching for any proper stimulation: but this would have to do for now. you can practically feel the outline of his dick in those tight jeans, your palm unrelenting, the heel of it pressing firmly into his crotch.

his face finds your neck, trying to hide. you let him, at least until steve’s teeth brush against your skin, his tongue wet and hot. it feels good. but that’s not the point, it isn’t about what feels good.

“stop. teeth away,” you grunt, using your spare hand to grip his jaw, pulling his face up and keeping it firm against the wall. “what’re you, a fuckin’ dog?”

it makes his face flush red, barely noticeable in the low light. he doesn’t have any sort of quip, either, which makes you grin, grinding your hand firmer into his clothed cock. it has steve breathing heavier, his eyes lidded.

to pacify the noise, you slip your fingers into his mouth, his teeth scraping against delicate skin. but you know he’d never bite down. steve isn’t that much of a brat.

there are shadowy footsteps outside the room, only just visible through the crack under the door. you hold your breath, but thankfully they pass, and you’re sure to lower your voice a few octaves.

“can’t keep it in your pants,” you mutter, staring right into his eyes. they’re blown wide with arousal, so you continue, knowing he’s into this. “creeping out every customer, at this point. why’ve you gotta be such a slut, huh?”

steve’s hand reaches out, clasping tightly at your wrist, holding you in place. it makes satisfaction burn in your chest, knowing that he’s getting off on this, nearing his peak and all you had to do was call him a few names.

not that he can really say that, not with your fingers in his mouth, pressing down against his tongue. it causes spit to dribble past his plush lips, soaking his chin, your wrist. so perfect.

you relent, pressing your own lips to his cheek, voice so dangerously close to his ear. “c’mon, stevie. if you’re gonna be a slut, gotta at least do it right, hm? cum for me, hurry up. don’t wanna get caught.”

and it works, for steve’s eyes practically roll back in his head, working himself down against your open palm. his cock twitches under you, spilling into his underwear, likely making it all sticky and wet for the rest of the shift. something about that is appealing to you.

you continue to apply pressure until he squirms, making a voice of protest that’s muffled by your fingers, to which you finally pull your hand away. it’s slick with saliva that drips down your wrist and forearm. pretty gross.

steve’s head drops down onto your shoulder again, a long breath leaving his body. he feels lax against you, causing you to grunt slightly under his weight, carding your hand (the clean one) through his hair.

“c’mon, lover boy. too heavy.” you mumble, pressing a much kinder kiss to the side of his face.

it elicits a grumble from steve, who’s still trying to regain his bearings. “that felt so good.” he sighs, and the sound is almost blissful, which makes you smile.

“i know,” you whisper, pulling his face up to smatter the side in kisses. “such a freak, harrington. now let’s get outta here before robin finds out. she’ll kill us.”

and steve relents, his hand snaking into your own, shuffling out of the closet close behind. you suppress a grin: he gets clingy after sex. well, not really sex, but whatever that was.

[sugarverse]

mdni +18 | 1.7 abt your favs giving yu attention.

sitting on the floor, your boyfriend played video games on the bed above you. you rested your head on his knee, sighing softly for his attention. you had walked in front of the tv about 4 times before realizing how deep into the game he was. when the sound of buttons persisted, you sighed even louder, a soft whine leaving your lips in semi-frustration.

"yes?" he asked, his focus still on the TV in front of him. you tug on his pants, continuing to whine. you began fake hitting your head on his knee before letting out a huff.

"babyyyy, you've been playing for like three hours.." you stand in front of him, watching him crane his neck around you and let out his own groan in complaint.

"I know, I promised to get off after this- C'mon, 'm almost done." he held you close to his body, resting his head into the dip of your hip just to continue playing. 

"mtch. I don't wanna be close now." you back away, feeling him loosen his grip. he wasn't going to keep you if you didn't want, he knew he was kinda in the wrong for being on his game so much this week. but this new one he really wanted to play just dropped! he looks over at you puppy dog eyes to stay, letting out a soft sigh. 

you stand idle for a moment before sitting in front of him. you looking up with a smirk, scooting between his legs. he moved his controller to avoid you bumping your head, eyes flickering towards you for a moment before going back to making groans and grunts of frustration at the television. 

you lightly push his stomach for him to relax, watching him take his elbows from his knees and lean them onto the bed instead. "Thought you were gonna leave, Miss attitude.." he was teasing, of course. voice trailing off as the sound of buttons seemed to get louder and more frequent. 

"I am," you responded, kissing his crotch and running your finger along his imprint. you could hear him gasp, humming in satisfaction as you held what you could of his cock through his pants. you kiss his tip softly, peppering kisses along his length before feeling him nudge his hips towards you. you knew he wanted you to take his pants off, scooting back from him with a sweet smile. 

“bye!” you sang, setting your palms on the floor to get up.

you heard him groan, the sound of the console beeping before he tossed the controller onto the carpeted floor. before you could lift your butt completely off of the ground, his hand was behind your head. he shoved your face into his crotch, rubbing your head into him a bit. “You want attention so damn bad? Here.”

you let out a muffled squeak, hands resting on his thighs as you tried to push away from him. What a way to die, you thought, knowing how much stronger his arms were than yours. he gave mercy, moving his hand with a small laugh. “You just want some dick? That it?”

you squint/glare up at him. Yes, actually. All you wanted was his attention and some dick. Not much to ask for considering you were his girlfriend. “You’re a dick.” you respond, trying to look mad knowing your panties probably had a wet spot in them from the stunt he pulled. hell, the look alone he was giving you was probably enough to turn you on that much. his eyes showed signs of aggression by whatever game he was playing, but also full of want. need. for you now.

“I missed you too, baby.” he slid his sweatpants and boxers down the middle of his thighs, body shivering slightly from the cool air in the room. “I missed you a lot. Sorry for not paying my pretty girl any attention.” his hand tangled itself in the kitchen of your hair, lining his tip to your soft lips. 

“I’ll be done for the day, yeah?” not that you wanted to speak back, but whether your mouth opened to respond or suck, he slid himself into your mouth the first chance he got. you let out a muffled whine, swirling your tongue around what you could as you tried to push back against his hand to move at your own pace. he let up slightly, watching you slobber with a satisfied smile.

despite the very stern look on his face, the gasps and moans he let out didn’t sound anything close to being in charge. he played with your hair, attempting to keep it out of your face before soon getting impatient and shoving your head down a little more each time you took him down your throat. he held you at his groin for a moment, watching you scratch at his thigh to stop before he let up once more. 

you yank your head back, swallowing some of the saliva in your mouth as you struggle to catch your breath. what an asshole, you thought with a half smile. “C’mon. You want me so bad, get up and bend over.” he interrupted your thoughts, dark eyes watching you stand and do as asked excitedly.

you shimmied out of your shorts, feeling warm hands grip your waist to ‘help’ you out. he pressed himself against your ass, sliding himself between your slick and nudging your clit with the tip of his cock as soon as your panties were low enough.

he grinned at your moans and small gasps from the minimal attention he gave your cunt, moving to grope at your tits.. “All you had to do was use your damn words..” he grabbed at your ass, squishing the flesh between rough hands before spreading you open slightly to line himself up.

“You know I love giving you attention, just stop being such a brat about it.” of course he didn’t mean that, he loved when you caught an attitude or when he needed to remind you to act right. he knew nobody else was going to have you, you could hardly stand him. but he loved it that way. you didnt have to continuously be a brat for his attention because he made sure to give it to you. you were just feeling like you needed a little extra, that's all.

he pushed himself into you, letting out a sigh of relief and pressing his chest against your back. “F..fuck your so warm.. I’ll make sure you know you have my attention.” he rocked his hips against your ass slowly, almost as if he was purposely trying to grind himself as deep as he could inside of you. he groaned in your ear, causing goosebumps to raise on your skin before he placed a soft kiss on your shoulder.

you moaned, biting your lip and trying to hide your face into the sheets the best you could. it was fun to be a brat until you got too embarrassed– too full of dick to even think straight. you whined, knees trying to buckle as you try moving your hips against him.

“Nu-uh. Take it.” he moved to give your poor pussy one good thrust before going back to grinding into you like his life depended on it. he took the liberty to grab a fist full of your hair one last time, yanking your face was met with his. he gave you soft kisses against your lips, listening to you moan and whine through staggered breath in attempt to kiss back.

“I love you, y/n.. Ya know you don’t gotta beg for my attention.” he mumbled against your lips, pressing his tip against that spot just a bit more before moving in and out of you. he moved his kisses down your neck and back to your shoulder, biting into it softly.

you feel your nails grip into the sheets, looking back at him with a smile. it felt like the room was spinning, your stomach tying itself in knots as he pressed against that spot. “l..love you too..” you stutter out, watching his seriousness fade with a small laugh. he knew the look behind your eyes meant you were probably not completely here right now, and that's okay. he’ll take care of you.

he let your hair go, rubbing his hands over the arch of your ass and to your back as he thrusted into you. he kept the pace slow and deep, leaving teasing kisses down your back as he pinned your hips into the mattress. after leaving a few kisses he watched your eyes shut in pleasure, moving faster just to hear your squeaks and moans get louder.

you could feel your body jolt each time he thrusted into you. your hand reached back to push him away, “t’s too muchhhh..” you cry out, feeling tears spill out. you feel him let your hip go, grapping onto your arm with a decent grip before using it to help thrust into you. 

“It’s too much?” he let out a soft chuckle, putting his foot onto the bed for leverage. he used his other hand to hold your shoulder, snickering. he was obviously laughing at your disheveled manner and begging. “My poor girl, you can take it. I know you can. I just want you to know you have. All. My. Attention.” he punctuated each word with a deep thrust, groaning as the sound of your skin slapping together echoed in the small bedroom.

you felt the knot in your stomach start to come undone, nails scratching lightly at the hand gripping onto you. your thighs began to shake as you came, your other hand gripping the sheet so hard your knuckles turned white. you mumble out a string of incoherent words, babbling something along the lines of i love you and breathless moans to go slower.

he let your arm go watching it fall onto the mattress as he plowed into you harder, creaming into you only a few moments later. He slid out slowly, watching the rest of his mess spill onto your ass and out of your poor, swollen pussy.

“You okay..?” he asked, also pretty out of breath as he took a seat next to you. you laid on your stomach with a huff, smacking his arm to let him know you were at least alive. you whined tiredly, motioning to the mess that he was now going to clean up considering your insiders felt like mush.

“I’ll clean you up, just wait here..”

| k. bakugou, e.yeager, j. kirshchtein, c. springer, k.denki, tanaka ryu + your favs

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[lkigami]

A/N: In honour of failing my math exam here’s this shit that i just wrote, never actually expected to hit over a 100 notes on anything that i posted, i originally just wanted to post some drafts that i had sitting in my notes app for a couple of months and then dip, im pretty amateur but there’s a first for everything in life ig #YOLO. My ask thingy is always open so feel free to send your ideas/hcs of your blue lock favs (*'▽'*)

He’s sitting at your feet. Groveling like a dog, his pupils look exploded, if you looked closely you could almost see the hearts in his eyes. The iron grip you’ve got on his hair makes everything around him swirl.

He feels his chest tightening, he’s on his knees, large hands holding both of your thick thighs. Your stare is scrutinizing, like you need to put him in his place. He wants to ask you whether or not he’s a good boy, but part of him doesn’t want to know your answer.

You treat him so good, don’t you?

Always looking after him, giving him attention whenever he needs it, consistently coming to his soccer practice, proudly wearing his jersey to matches, unconditionally showering him in your affection, so much so that he can feel his boxers tightening over his rapidly growing dick while looking at your plump thighs.

He doesn’t even realize he’s been in his own head spacing out until you delicately grip his jaw and lift it so that he’s holding eye contact with you. The simple act stirs something within him and he softly groans, his cheeks are red and his hold on your legs are tightening like a siren luring a fisherman into the ocean.

He looks so beautiful under you.

His wet spot is showing through his boxer briefs, and the bulge poking out is noticeable too. You’re both looking into each other’s eyes and when you tell him to let go, he comes undone.

Isn’t he such a good boy?

All of your bllk favs! ♡