#hhhnnnn this was good

[hiyari8]

Philo = Fuiro so it might be more chara/persona focused , dunno if they were a vtuber or anything like that, i don't mind it but i suppose it'd prolly be less pressure if a name was diff/not as closely associated just in case of future scandals like with see u lol. though if someone at 11k can get a vb maybe there'll be some good wester 'youtaite' who can be voice providers or so, i've heard a few good spanish singers as well, we still need those lol

it's nice that they did the whole contest thingy to keep the interest in the software somewhat but hopefully if things go south the provider won't be made into a sacrificial lamb lol

[killxio]

outstanding ovation | t. fushiguro

word count: 596 [2 min 10 sec read] | ✪ content warnings: squirting, p in v sex, missionary, scratching, use of a vibrator, head, fingering

boyfriend!toji x reader / boyfriend!toji x black reader

✭ toji does not feel accomplished if he’s not drenched.

ever since he’s figured out you can squirt, he’s been absolutely obsessed with sending your pretty cunt into overdrive. he said something about it being his “personal round of applause”. and god damn him if he wasn’t going to put on a show.

“tojiiiiiii.. please papi i cannnt…” you plead from your position under him while toji fidgets with your vibrator, slowing down the missionary strokes he’s giving while he contemplates what speed to give you.

“shhhh. let me think,” he silences you, clicking through the different speeds to a strong, incessant hum on your freshly charged vibrator.

you squirm and put your hands out to block his torture when he begins in your direction, but he just tsk’s. one of toji’s fist can hold both of your wrists, and he uses that to firmly press your hands into the mattress above you.

he’s stretched over you, face to face.

“behave.” he demands, and you feel a sting across your clit that tempts you to close your thighs, but you know better. (the last time you did that when he was upset is a whole other story)

the flinch and jiggle of your thighs raises his brow a bit, a silent dare for you to disobey him.

“good girl.”

“hhhnnnn-“ is all you can manage back, staring up at him with teary brown orbs.

slowly, he places the vibrator to your already overstimulated nerve, watching as your bottom lip is tugged between your teeth and then dropped as you groan out.

his thrusts speed up, and the squelching of the two loads he’s given you earlier becomes apparent. your skin is warm, a little sweaty, as your ass jiggles against his nuts and the sight drives him crazy.

it’s then that he leans down between your neck and collar bone, placing suckling wet kisses. your toes curl and you can barely stammer out,

“cummin’, ji..” before squirt is running down the shaft of his cock. he’s entranced, quickly speeding up so the liquid splashes up to his abs and pelvis.

he could never pick, but he thinks one of your most beautiful moments is when he’s pushing you past your limits and watching the way your body and face struggle to react.

he loves the way your nails are clawing at his back and you’re pleading up at him like he’s a god.

as your orgasm dulls out, toji’s pace slows but doesn’t stop.

“toji?” you question weakly.

“just be good and take what i’m giving you, like the sweetheart i know you are,” and with a particularly harsh thrust he adds, “the one i trained you to be.”

he keeps goes back to the fast pace he was at before, plop plop plop sounding from the soaking skin on skin contact.

his own is approaching as he’s fucking you back to the cliff of another orgasm. his cock twitches inside you as he begins to spurt lines of cum into your cunt but his pace never falters, overstimulating himself due to his determination to end this session soaking.

and when you squirt again, he’s fucking filthy. replacing his cock with three of his thick fingers, keeping his pace while he interchanges from his lips around your clit to greedily sucking your juices.

you’re overwhelmed with sensation, clawing marks into his neck and upper back until your high is finally dull and you’re panting with your boyfriends head laying on your stomach.

“i have aftershocks,” you giggle out happily, breathlessly.

“yeah?” he kisses your pelvis.

“yeah.”

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Oh come on! Can't you tell us at least something Davion!! Please? At least one thing???

@demon-blood-youths

He blinks to hear this from the anon now begging though, his arms remain crossed to look at them. "Again, I'm not telling you anything. That's private. You shouldn't pressure anyone when it comes to asking such things." he said.

Though..he did remember something when it came to lessons....

~~~~~~~~~~

"Haaaa....nugghhh...nmmmm...hhhnnnn..."

Rust was laying on his front, gripping the sheets in front of him. However, he was dazed shaking from the pleasure he was getting even if it was a punishment. He panted only to look ahead with his hair covering his eyes.

"Haaaa...hhhaaaaa.....nugghhhh.....C..come on D..davion...p..please..f...faster....."

Davion heard his plea but keeps holding his hips while thrusting into him deeply but very slowly.

"Now why would I do that? I told you that it's not always going fast...you should learn to be patience. That's why I'm punishing you by going so slow you'll be begging for me to break you..but you can be good and take it slow......" he teased but he pulls his hips back seeing his girth twitching before he thrusts deeper inside making Rust tense whining.

"Besides, I already given you a bit before so why not take it a little slow hmm? You said you liked both." He said but Rust panted only to hiss feeling his nipples pinched.

"Haaa..ahhhhhh..I..I do..I do b..but..I want you t..to break m..me...mmmmm....please..I need y..you to..b...break m..me...s..so please....please b..break m..me already!!" he begs but Davion only sighed to suddenly pull him up hearing his gasp.

"D..davi-"

"Shhhhhh.....I told you to be a good little knight...don't be acting up like that....be a good boy...and just let me punish you." he growls seeing Rust shaking. His hole tightened around him but Rust panted only feeling Davion thrust into him deeper and deeper while he leans his head back moaning out loudly while drooling. Why did thrusting deep hard and slow feel this good!?

"Haaa...haaaaa..."

"That's it..good little knight.....if you be good till I'm done with your punishment..then I'll be happy to pound you right into this bed...." he whispered but Rust whines to shake under him.

"Y..Yes..s...sir.."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`

"Though again..that's private." Davion sighed.

[great-master-airplane]

Followed bc someone said you write good skk and I've found you are also a wonderful person to follow in general I wish you a soft sleep and smooth inspiration

Hhhnnnn this is so sweet!! My heart feels so warm now, thank you <3 I'm so incredibly honored ;-; I'm sending you the warmest hug!

[lesbianpikachuu]

i am very sleepy and kinda cold and u all know what id like at this point

[gusherguy]

imagine a cute sickie. you're holding their too-hot body on your lap, laid back on the couch. they shift a little, hands clutching their bloated belly in obvious discomfort.

"oh, poor baby. feeling sick again?" you kiss their forehead as you lean to grab a bucket.

sickie doesn't dare to nod, just staring forward with intense concentraction. "y-yeah, a little bit...." they sit up and a gag catches in their throat.

"oh...it's okay, i got you." you help sit them up as they quietly gag again, soft little tongue shooting out and dripping saliva into the bucket.

"ah...ugghh......my stomach feels g-gross..."

"shhh, shhh." you rub their swollen belly, feeling it gurgle and clench under your hands. "you'll feel so much better once you get it all up."

"ahh.....hhhrggh!" they gag again, heaving over, but nothing came up.

"you can do it baby, get it up. it's okay." you encourage them.

finally a thin retch manages to bring up a spurt of hot stomach contents spattering into the bucket. they gasp and spit.

"ohhh, that's good. good job. come on now," you can see their throat bobbing and you press a little harder on their stomach.

"HuuRRRRRGHHHH!" they let go a thick gush of puke. A breath, a whimper, and then they burped up another stream.

"you're doing so good," you pat them on the back and help them wipe their lips off. "do you think you need to be sick some more?"

"i--" they burp behind a hand, trying to control their nausea. the relief that came from vomiting was starting to fade. "i think i'm do-- uurrrp!" they can't help but belch again, and it turns into a wet gag.

"easy,easy. looks like you got a little more to go, huh?" you press your thumbs into their lower belly and hear it whine and gurgle. they gag again, a cute rounded O-shaped mouth with soft tongue shooting out.

you kiss them. "alright, one more for me.you'll feel better, promise. you can give me one more."

"i....hhhnnnn...." they try to hold back the tidal wave, but the smell of vomit in the bucket pushes them over the edge. a cough turns into a sputtering gush of liquid, all over their face and chest and your legs. "I- I'm sor -- uurrhhhlp!"

you sigh, pressed against their undulating stomach as you hold the bucket still. "that's okay, that's okay. you're doing so good baby."

they look so miserable, you put the bucket aside and take them in your arms.

"but i'm-" they burp thickly and swallow bwfore continuing. "i still feel sick, i don't wanna make a mess on you...."

"shhh, baby its okay. you just relax." you pet their hair, speaking quietly and soothingly. even when their body jerks in a heave again, you don't recoil.

"i'm sorry, i....guhh. ohh, i don't thin-" they burped again and it turned wet halfway through. you feel warmth spread down your front as your little sickie can't help but spew into your shirt.

you rub their back and scoot your middle closer to their churning stomach. it coaxes another heave out of them and a gush of vomit. you sigh again. "that's alright baby, get it all out...."

[cosmica-galaxy]

hmmmm so we got the main boys,phobos,sheriff,tricky and jeb as a dad

what about our boi auditor? Im very curious how would he act as one...👀👀

HHHNNNN PAPA AUDI!! YES!!

+Reader has fem parts but is gender neutral +Set in Salty’s Self Aware AU

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The Auditor was quick to take notice of the sudden change in your attitude and behavior. Regardless of how much you tried to play it off that you were okay, you were getting hot flashes on the regular, much more so than would occur normally. You were also suffering periodically from small feverish episodes here and there, which worried the Auditor to an uncomfortable extent.

So, to settle his nerves more than anything, he takes you to get you checked out by the local medical staff in the AAHW HQ where he is currently stationed. Then, much to his great joy and surprise, the news is given to you both that you were pregnant with the Auditor’s youngling.

The moment you both are alone again to soak in the news, his flames dance about in a happy way as he holds his player close to his body. He trills at his player in a positive manner as he couldn’t have been happier at that moment in time.

He never even thought that your races would even be able to produce offspring, let alone make a crossbreed. Especially since you were from a higher plane of power, but maybe there was a universal exception that allowed for higher gods to breed with lesser gods like him? Regardless, after months of secretly trying to make the player carry a successful child, his efforts have been realized and the fruits of his labor are starting to come into reality.

The SQ’s worst nightmare.

An employer with powers of the higher gods would be born and they would successfully snuff out any remaining resistance in Nevada and finally deal with that bothersome grunt, Hank J. Wimbleton. The Auditor merely holds his player close as his body surrounds theirs in a protective way. A silent promise to protect his player and unborn young from all that threatened them.

During the first trimester, the Auditor is in a surprisingly good mood most of the time. He reserves his happiest expressions for when he’s with his player and soon-to-be-born child as he works just like he did before. But that doesn’t mean he’s distant or estranged from his player. He’s already gaining a protective streak as his player is assigned 2 MAG agents to accompany them at all times, with prime directives to make sure that his player doesn’t come to harm and is without protection.

This doesn’t just extend to protective MAG agents, though. As the moment the Auditor suspects that Hank is around, he moves locations, taking his player with him.

He would sooner die than let Hank get anywhere close to his player, he wouldn’t allow it. He’s fully aware that Hank and the others are your ‘other vessels’, but you don't need them anymore. You chose him above all else and as a fellow god, it was a logical decision to stay with him and the other employers. You don’t have to deal with mortal scum like the members of SQ anymore. Especially now that you were carrying a new employer.

So, the Auditor decides to begin construction on a new place for you all to call your own. A ‘home’ in fact. So, he gets to work with the location of the new abode. He thought about making it in hell or his hell or even the other place…but those places might not be too comfortable for you or his developing child, so they’re scrapped completely. Then, he decides to build a new base in a hard-to-reach area.

Scoping out the potential places in Nevada, he finds the large cliffs in a particular location to be the perfect nesting site for him and his player. So, the site is picked and construction begins immediately. The AAHW is hard at work on making the new base and the Auditor begins to draw up the plans for the base to be built by. His imagination goes wild as his clawed shadowy hand draws out the rooms and the multiple levels of what the base would have.

No…this wouldn’t be a base. This would be his precious player’s home. Taking inspiration from the other world, he designs the ‘base’ with a much more…human-home look. Similar to the way he saw your room in the other world and what it looked like. Painted walls…carpeted floors…wall decor…and anything else he could think of that would make the base look more like a human abode. Something you would be happier living in.

By the time your midterm stages rolled around, the base was completed and the Auditor showed you what it looked like with a strong sense of pride. Less to say that you loved it from the way your eyes sparkled and lit up when you took in the much more colorful walls, carpeted floors, and similar patterns that you had in your home dimension. The Auditor also receives a deep and long-lasting kiss where his lips would be as he leans into it and soaks up your affection like a sponge.

The Auditor keeps his promise of making sure you were comfortable by providing furnishings and homestead decorations. Like a large bed for you both to sleep in together, a closet for your clothes, a luxurious bath for you to clean yourself in, a clean kitchen, a large living area, various floors for the place to actually ‘count’ as a base and finally the youngling’s room.

The child’s room was decorated with a shadowy and crimson crib, a changing station, a bookshelf, a play area, and even a little entertainment center in the corner. It had a toned-down regal vibe to it, but it was clear that the Auditor has a specific taste for decor. As most of the items in the home have either a black, red, or rich type of look to it. You could only be happy that you wouldn’t have to live amongst concrete and gray lifeless walls. Especially if you could live in a ‘base’ that looked just like the home you used to have.

Now that the homestead issue was resolved, the Auditor focused on your well being much more as your pregnancy carried on. With regular checkups with the medical staff every 2 weeks being a must. Nothing can go wrong with his little godling, he wouldn’t allow the room for error to develop if he could help it. He also had to make sure that you had an appropriate diet and were well-fed enough to care for you and the child both. That didn’t stop your cravings from throwing him through a loop from time to time, however.

I mean, really? You REALLY want to eat a sandwich with THAT much spiced meat and vinegar on it and top it off with marshmallows and pickled ONIONS of all things? Sure thing player. Anything for you. Whatever you desire, he’ll do. No questions asked.

It was not only the food issue he had to deal with, he also had to make sure that you didn’t overheat during one of your intense hot flashes. He’s had to set you down in a tub with lukewarm water just to help you cool down from some of the sudden hot flashes you would experience. The medical staff merely assumed it was because of the Auditor’s fire-like genes that might be affecting the pregnancy by making the player’s body temperature spike in response to the developing employer inside of them. The Auditor takes their assumption…for now.

By the time your due date begins to arrive, the Auditor is a STRESSED MESS. He’s balancing his employer duties, the AAHW, and becoming a new father on top of it all. To make things worse, the other employers are becoming eager to meet his little one, to which he would snap at them that the child wasn’t even born yet and they were already circling his family like vultures. It was needlessly bothersome to him and he didn’t like it one bit.

But the moment he comes to the base to see you, the woes of all his responsibilities melt away as you embrace him lovingly. Giving him kisses and light massages to help him cope with his stressful duties. He appreciates the affectionate gestures and purrs in response to your kneading hands that sink into his shadowy form to try and pull and push the pain away from his body.

Even during Nevada’s night cycle, you two cuddle in bed with one another. His fiery body provides your more human-one with warmth and comfort as you snuggle into his chest as he holds you close. Once more wrapping his shadowy form around your body in a protective manner, just as he has done every night since you became the carrier of his child. Feeling his lover so close, as well as the subtle warmth that radiated from within your belly, made the Auditor relax as he drifted into a deep and comfortable sleep fit for the higher gods.

Then, the big day arrives.

The Auditor was at his desk when his email began to ping like crazy. The moment he opened his email and read that it was from the medical staff that was stationed at the base his player was stationed at, the Auditor tossed everything aside and abandoned his post without question. His shadowy form slips into the floor in a heartbeat as he races back to the base to reunite with his player.

The moment he finishes emerging from the floor in the hospital wing of the base, he becomes aware of his player laid out on a gurney, taking deep breaths as they were in the beginning stages of labor. The Auditor hurries to their side as the medical staff rush around the room to collect what would be needed to deliver he new employer into the world of Nevada.

The Auditor is there every moment of the delivery process, even enduring your bone-crushing grip as you screech and pant in an effort to deliver his child. Then, the room is illuminated by a new glowing light as the medical staff finish the delivery. The Auditor watches as the staff shares a brief glance with one another, then they wrap up the new arrival in a black blanket. The auditor feels your grip weaken as you release his hand from your vice grip, as you relax that the process is finally over, allowing him to move close to the staff members who hold out the little bundle to him.

He takes it and hisses at the rest of the grunts to leave and the lot don’t need to be told twice, they all flee the room, leaving just the Auditor and his player with their new arrival. The auditor looks down at the black blanket in anticipation before finally pulling the cover away, revealing the child underneath.

Instead of having a typical coloration of an employer, the child was a striking bright glowing white with the player’s iridescent colors mixed into their flames and form. The Auditor was surprised with the coloration as he held the child close to his chest in awe. They were so beautiful…so otherworldly stunning…like a glowing nova. The Auditor feels pride bubble up inside of his chest as he nuzzles their cheek and speaks to them with a trill from deep within his throat, stirring the little one from their slumber.

Unlike his form, the baby employer was gifted with both eyes and a mouth. To which they yawn and he noticed it also changed colors just like their flames. Then their colorful eyes opened to take a look at their father. A curious gaze greets him as he chirps at the little one, getting a soft squeaky trill in return. He nuzzles them again, enticing another small purr out of his infant as the Auditor looks over to his player. Seeing them watching him greet his offspring with a smile on their face. He wastes no time in walking over and giving your lips a loving kiss as he shows you the young one.

“Look…a little flame that will one day grow into a powerful ruler…” He says, his voice laced with adoration as he strokes the child lovingly as his player nods in agreement.

He gives his player another deep kiss.

“Good work, my dearest player.” He purrs in praise as you let out a soft laugh in response to his affectionate actions.

Then, the doors to the medbay suddenly swing open, startling you both nearly out of your skins. You both look over to the entrance, revealing that the other employers had decided to come visit.

“Hey Audi!! We have come to see the baby!!” They all say in unison.

“GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY BASE!!” The Auditor yells at the lot. As a parent, Audi has to stay with his work and projects most of the time. Which makes him a bit distant, despite it being primarily unwilling. But he’s a stern father who tries to make their child view themselves above everyone else, I mean...they’re a literal god-child, no demi-god blood to be found in them. However, you don’t want a little supremacist for a child, so you make sure to re-temper the child and keep their mind open to other things and people of various backgrounds, not just the other employers or themselves. One way to make sure that Audi doesn’t corrupt them with his arrogant ideals is by letting them play with the agents and MAGS that guard their home. Torture is a favorite to the child, as they seek him out whenever they know he’s visiting and Torture is a loyal guardian to the little one as they hang out with one another. The player can only look on as their little child makes friends with ‘lesser beings’ and broadens their understanding of their world. You even tell them of your home world and that you desired to take them to visit it one day. You and Audi may not see eye-to-eye on a lot of things that regard raising the young employer, but at the end of the day, you all snuggle together and just relax in your shared embrace with your little one nestled in between you two. Audi is a regretfully distant parent, but loves his child and player very much.

[pokemenlovingmen]

Hopefully I'm doing this properly, I don't usually interact with other blogs all that much so I'm basically a grandpa figuring out technology rn lol.

Hope you like it! I had the urge when I read the part where Emmet goes to reader for comfort after a rough day for some validation, im a sucker for that stuff.

-🐗 anon

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OUGHGOUGHOUGHOUGH KICKING MY FEET TWIRLING MY HAIR HE IS SO CUTE AND SPECIAL AND ALSO YOU ARE SUCH A RIDICULOUSLY GOOD ARTIST WTF AND THE FACT THAT YOU GOT INSPIRED BY MY WORK HHHNNNN THANK YOU SM!!!

[bannedbookreader]

Hhhhn. I want to write but I also want to listen to music but I choose the /wrong/ music then i won't be able to probably work on an outline for smth that's been on my mind. Uuuuuhhhggg

[kuroopaisen]

with you || kuroo tetsurou

➵ you and kuroo take another step in your relationship. 

wc: 5k

warnings: f!reader, 18+, oral, first time, cursing

a/n: hhhnnnn this is just very wholesome smut. two people in love going at it. it’s a little sugar-coated, but what else is fanfic for?  

Kuroo thinks he’ll never grow tired of kissing you.

Yes, the honeymoon period will end eventually, and these more intense kinds of intimacy will become commonplace and comfortable more than new and exhilarating.

And he looks forward to that time, but for now, he wants to indulge himself. To indulge you.

He hovers over you, the bulge of his jeans pressing against your underwear. Your sundress is hiked up to your waist and his hands are on your hips, his fingers digging in ever so slightly.

It’s a weekend in the height of summer, in the middle of your university semester. You’re home alone and will be for the next few hours. Neither of you are stupid enough to waste this opportunity.

He ruts against you, a grunt rumbling in the back of his throat. You moan softly in response, the friction against your underwear growing more pleasant with each pass.

You’d initiated this, and he always felt more confident when that was the case.

The day you first gave him a blowjob is still burned in the back of his mind. He’s still embarrassed by how quickly he lost his composure, but he’d be damned if it didn’t feel incredible. His entire body trembled for several minutes afterwards.

But his mind isn’t on that now. His mind is on you – how you taste, how you sound, how you feel.

“Tetsu…” You say his name the same way as when his face is buried in your heat, making you squirm and grip his hair. Fuck, he’ll never get enough of that.

He groans in response, rubbing his clothed dick against you once more. He regrets wearing jeans today.

You wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him closer to you. You’re not sure where that boldness came from, but neither of you care.

His lips are warm against yours, his hot breath fanning against your cheeks, his body pressed so, so close to yours. All you can think of is him. All that exists in this moment is him.

Something in you snaps. This isn’t enough.

“Tetsu,” you mumble against his lips, pushing his shoulders back.

He pulls away from you immediately. He looks at you with a mixture of want and concern in his eyes. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod, a little breathless. “I’m great, I just…” You take a deep breath, trying to work up the courage to say it. To ask. “Do you… do you want to do it?”

It takes him a moment, horny and hazy as his mind is.

His eyes go wide and he parts his lips. “Like… sex?”

You stare at him, halfway between endeared and flabbergasted. “Yeah?”

“Yes!” The response is a little too quick, a little too enthusiastic. But you can’t blame him; he’s just a nineteen-year-old guy, whose just had the prospect of sex dangled in front of him. Sex, no less, with his beloved girlfriend.

You giggle, moving one of your hands to cup his cheek. “You’re such a dork.”

“And yet, you’ve put my dick in your mouth,” he grins, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Oh, shut up.” You stick your tongue out at him, but he just leans in for another kiss on the lips. You melt into it, shivering as you feel his hands move down your hips. His thumbs tease just underneath the hem of your underwear. You moan quietly, anticipation fluttering in your stomach.

You gasp suddenly, tapping him on the shoulders.

Kuroo shoots up, one hand coming to cup your face. “What’s wrong?”

“We don’t have condoms,” you breath, looking at him with pitiful eyes.

Now you’d gone and done it. You’d just proposed this and you hadn’t even thought about protection. Surely you—

Kuroo clears his throat, reaching over to his bedside table and pulling the bottom drawer out. He rummages around in there for a moment before pulling out a rectangular box.

You stare at him for a moment. “You… have some?”

He swallows roughly, averting his eyes. “Well, you know… it’s better to be prepared.”

You laugh, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I love you.”

A ripple of tender emotion rushes through Kuroo’s chest as he feels his cheeks redden. Something about you saying those words, in this context, makes him want to grin like a fool.

He leans down and starts kissing your neck, revelling in the little breath of air that escapes your lips.

You legs tighten around his hips as your hands find their way to his hair. One of his hands slinks down to your ass, kneading it with enthusiasm. He struggles with the question like most, but if push came to shove, he’ll choose ass over boobs any day. But that isn’t the main thing on his mind right now.

He’s so grateful. Grateful that he gets to share this moment with you. Grateful that you two can be so vulnerable together.

He kisses down your neck, sucking on the skin just above your collarbone. He won’t actually leave a hickey – he knows that makes you nervous – but he loves how flustered you get.

You moan again, your fingers curling in his hair. This is the sort of reaction he craves. All signs that you’re enjoying this as much as he is.

He wants to hear you moan while he’s inside you.

He’s already hard – has been for a while – but that thought makes him twitch.

He fantasises about it a lot. More than he’d like to admit. He imagines it must be like your mouth, but better. Certainly better than the poor substitute that is his fist on those nights where he can’t get the image of you out of his head.

You don’t need to do much to make him hard, and you know that. But Kuroo has never pushed you, never pressured you into doing something you don’t want to do. The last thing he wants to do is make you uncomfortable.

His hands move up to your dress, tugging on the fabric lightly. “Can I take this off?”

You nod, sitting up slowly to give him time to reposition. He reaches behind you to find the zipper, fumbling a bit before managing to yank it down. Once there’s sufficient enough give, you tug it off your body and throw it across the room.

He pauses for a moment, taking in your body. He’s seen it before – quite a few times now – but he’s still mesmerised. Your bra and underwear don’t match, but Kuroo still thinks you look cute. And God, he loves your body. He really, truly does.

“Stop staring,” you laugh, slapping his shoulder lightly. You’re blushing. That just makes his heart pound harder.

“Can’t help it,” he grins, leaning forward to kiss your chest. You indulge him for a moment, letting him tease the skin just above your boobs. But, you weren’t going to let him have all the fun.

“Take your shirt off,” you mumble, pulling at the fabric meekly.

He chuckles, moving away from you to pull his shirt off and throw it in some undetermined direction before kissing you again.

Your hands move you his chest immediately, smoothing over his muscles. He shivers beneath your touch but smiles against your lips. His own hands return to your waist, moving upwards to thumb at the band of your bra.

“May I?” He murmurs against your lips.

You nod, and his fingers fly to the clasp, fumbling with for a few moments before successfully unhooking it.

You shrug your bra off your shoulders, and his hands immediately move to your breasts.

The sensation makes you gasp, your legs tensing around his hips.

Kuroo smiles, hands moving once again on your waist so he can lay you down on the bed. You comply, looping your arms around his neck.

He gazes down at you for a moment, the look in his eyes best described as total adoration. It’s enough to make you blush, despite the circumstances.

“I love you.”

His voice is so soft. So honest.

“I love you, too.” It feels so good to be able to say that freely. To say that without fear of rejection.  

Kuroo smiles, his eyes lighting up. But even he can’t take the tenderness for too long without burning up, so he turns his attention to littering kisses across your chest.

You sigh, running your hands over his shoulders. Kuroo kisses along the swell of your breasts, but he doesn’t want to linger too long. He’s too excited.

He kisses a line down your torso, and you know what’s coming. You squirm in excitement as your heartbeat begins to increase even more.

He makes a beeline for your core, pausing only at the hem of your underwear to place a few excruciating kisses just above it.

“Tetsu, please,” you whine, hands gripping at his hair.

Usually, he’d tease you more, get you to the point of begging. But he’s too excited. Too needy. But he wants to rile you up for just a bit longer.

He chuckles, turning his attention to your thighs. He starts kissing a line down from your knee, revelling in how you squirm beneath him.

“Tetsu…”

“In good time,” he chuckles, his kisses getting closer and closer to your core at an agonizingly slow pace.

You rut your hips up, trying to catch him out.

Kuroo chuckles, gripping your thighs to hold you in place. “Don’t be so impatient.”

You prop yourself up on your elbows as you groan in annoyance. You’re really, really wet – and you’re starting to ache. You need some stimulation, and quickly.

Kuroo sucks on your inner thigh for a long moment – long enough that you’re sure it’ll leave a mark.

You feel like you’re going to lose your mind from the anticipation. He’s down there, so close, his fingertips buried in your thighs, his lips leaving a tender mark…

He shifts, his face becoming level with your core.

Your breath catches in your throat as you watch him smile up at you. You’d steeled yourself for more of this, for more incessant teasing before he’d give you the release you wanted. But not today.

“Can I take these off?” He asks, snapping the band of your underwear gently against your skin.

You simply nod, not trusting your voice to hold steady.

He gets them off you in an instant, and a rush of air hits your core. You take a sharp breath at the sensation, which is quickly replaced by his hot breath fanning over your folds.

You shiver, your hands finding their way to his hair. You pull his head forward gently, fighting the urge to grind against his face. He gets too cocky when you do that.

He presses a kiss to your core and you gasp, your hands balling in his hair. He runs his tongue along your folds, eliciting a low groan.

“You’re so wet,” he chuckles, running his hands down your thighs and grabbing your ass.

“It’s your fault,” you mumbled, gasping as he starts stimulating your clit. Kuroo smiles against you, pressing closer to your core. He wants to get deep; deep enough to make you cry out his name.

He returns to your slit, keeping a steady pace. You loll your head back, letting your eyes flutter close. It’s such a simple movement – for now – but it feels so good. Kuroo just has a way with his tongue – and that’s magical when coupled with his need to please you.

He loves making you moan, making you squirm, making you chant his name. Half because of his pride, half because he wants to make you feel good. As good as you make him feel when you wrap your lips around his dick. The dick that was currently straining against his jeans.

“Tetsu,” you breath, your eyes trained on him as you bite your lip.

He meets your gaze, smirking. He loves it when you look at him like this; hungry, frustrated, aroused. He loves knowing that he’s the person who’s making you feel like this. Knowing that you want him.

“Yeah?”

“I-I want you… inside me.” The words fall out of you with less confidence than you would’ve liked.

But it makes no difference to Kuroo. Those words are enough to make him lose his damn mind. You’re nervous, but you want him. And fuck, that’s hot. He’s been waiting to hear those words for so long. And how are you so cute when you’re saying something like that?

“Do you want to finish first?” He asks, dipping his head back to your core.

You shake your head. The pressure is building in your abdomen, but you don’t want to come just yet. You don’t want to be too sensitive for the main event.

He nods, wiping his mouth and moving up to hover over you again. You lie back down, looping your arms around his neck.

He gazes down at you, and he swears he could cum at the sight alone.

You, laid out on the bed, cheeks flushed and eyes blown, desperate for him.

Fuck, he’s excited.

So are you. Admittedly, you’re a little nervous; he’s bigger than you, and you’ve seen his dick before. It’s not exactly little.

He hops off the bed suddenly and you frown. But he just shimmies out of his boxers – the visual is absurd enough to make you laugh – and his dick springs free. You gulp as you look at it, red as anything and crowned with precum.

Kuroo grabs a condom out of the box, ripping it open as quickly as he can.

You whine, holding out your palm to him.

He blushes as he places the condom into it, stepping forward so that his dick is within your reach.

You roll the condom down his length gently, the sensation of your fingers brushing against his shaft making him shiver.

He takes a moment to rummage around in the drawer again, pulling out a bottle of lube and quickly applying an ample amount to his dick. He read somewhere that you needed to use a fair bit of lube for a girl’s first time.

Oh fuck, it’s happening, he thinks.

Oh fuck, it’s happening, you think.

The thought plays over and over in your minds as he positions himself over you again, elbows placed either side of your head.

He’s trembling.

“Are you okay?” You murmur, rubbing your hands along his arms.

“Yeah,” he smiles at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’m just really excited.”

You’re glad he’s being honest with you. And it’s nice to know that your boyfriend, king of teasing, is just as eager for this as you are.

He wants this.

He wants you.

He’s looking at you with such adoration; eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed, ears burning and hair even messier than usual.

Looking at him fills you with such love. A new wave of excitement ripples through you as you remember what’s about to happen. You’re about to share a new kind of intimacy with this boy that you love so dearly.

“Are you ready?” He asks, his voice lower than usual. It’s hot.

“Yeah,” you say, a little breathlessly.

He kisses you and you melt into it. You’re happy to hand the reins over to him, to let him lead you through this. He’s just as inexperienced as you, but you imagine he’ll find it a little more straightforward.

He rubs the tip of his dick along your folds, and you moan. Two things flood his brain; the first is that he wants to be inside you. The second is that he wants to hear you make that sound again.

He takes a moment to line himself up correctly, which is easier than he thought it’d be.

One deep breath, and he pushes the tip in.

His breath hitches. This… This is good. Barely any of him is inside, but he already knows this is going to be fucking incredible.

You’re not sure if you like it, yet. It’s… new. Different.

Your hands grip his shoulders and he pauses.

“Are you okay?”

You nod.

He pushes in a little more.

Your face contorts and he pulls out immediately, a hand coming up to cup your face.

“Are you hurt?”

You shake your head. “No, no, it’s just… A lot to take in.”

He nods, scanning your body. He’s well-aware of your size difference. While that’s cute sometimes – and he gets an ego kick from how big his dick looks in your hands – he’s also wise to the fact that it could pose a problem here.

He swallows roughly. “Do you… think you can take all of it?”

He blushes at the question. He’s usually confident in these situations, taking them in his stride despite the clumsiness that came with being inexperience. But the idea of hurting you… he’d never thought he’d be embarrassed about having a big dick.

“I think so,” you nod, meeting his gaze boldly. “I can try.”

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Do you want me to continue?”

“Please,” you nod You want this.

“Okay.” A long, shuddering breath and he takes his hand away from your face, getting back into position. “I’ll do it bit by bit, okay?”

He lines himself up again, his gaze trained on your face. He’s alert to your every move, every response.

He thrusts into you slowly, his tip pushing past your folds.

Your breath catches in your throat and your entire body tenses.

Kuroo pulls out again, before making another thrust. This time, a couple more centimetres of his dick edge in.

You do your best to relax around him, but it’s hard. It’s really, really tight.

Kuroo pauses, his brow furrowed. His eyes flick away from you for a moment. “Pass me a pillow.”

“Huh?” You blink at him.

“It’ll help.” He read that somewhere.

You reach over and grab one of the pillows for him. He lifts you up by your waist and puts the pillow under your pelvis.

He settles you down again, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Once he’s sure you’re comfortable, he gets back to it.

“Oh,” you gasp. “That helps.”

Kuroo chuckles, leaning down and kissing your forehead. “Do you want to keep going?”

You nod and he sets a steady pace. It’s still slow, but it’s very deliberate. He wants to give you time to adjust to him, to let you relax around him. It’s taking more willpower than he anticipated.

You just try and take deep breaths as he works more of his dick into you. The new angle – thanks to the pillow – certainly helps, and you feel as if you’re starting to get used to the sensation. Not totally comfortable yet, but it’s less alien.

You can feel him shuddering above you, the occasional shaky groan splitting from his lips. You lift your eyes to look at his face. His eyes are closed, his lips parted, his cheeks flushed. He looks like he’s in ecstasy.

There’s a swell of pride in your chest as you remind yourself that you are the one who’s doing this to him. You are the one making his eyes flutter close, making his whole body tremble, making moans tumble out of his throat.

Those thoughts help you relax a bit, loosening up around him.

Eventually, he bottoms out, most of his length now in you.

The feeling leaves you breathless, as if you’ve just been winded.

Kuroo feels like he’s ascending.

You stay there for a moment, bodies pressed together.

He buries his face into your neck, another shudder running through his body. “You feel so good.”

Those words, in that voice, makes you blush. “I do?”

He chuckles. How are you so cute? “Yeah… you’re so warm.”

You wonder what it feels like for him. You’re aware of a presence between your legs, but it’s not exactly the most enjoyable feeling in the world. But, it’s not the worst either. Hopefully it’ll get better.

“You okay?” He asks.

“Mhm.”

“Is it okay if I move?”

“Please.”

He makes a tentative thrust.

“Oh, shit,” he hisses, and you feel a wave of delight spread through your chest.

“Feel good?” You tease, running your fingers along his neck.

“Yeah.”

It still feels a little weird for you, but you don’t mind all that much. There’s something of a burn to it – perhaps that’s the stretch – but it isn’t unpleasant. Just different.

He thrusts again, another string of curses falling from his lips.

It’s still a little tight because of his size, but you’re still worked up from him going down on you. That build brewing in your lower abdomen is still there, waiting to be satisfied.

Kuroo sets a slow rhythm, each thrust more confident than the last. The occasional moan of your name flutters out, and you swear you can feel yourself getting wetter each time.

He’s shameless. He really doesn’t give a shit about being quiet. You always figured he would be, given his personality.

But you didn’t expect it to be so hot. Each moan, each grunt, each curse as he fucks you, his eyes screwed shut and his brow furrowed.

You can tell that he’s lost in this, lost in you.

“Fuck,” he hisses, pressing his forehead against yours. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

You feel yourself growing fuzzy. It’s a new feeling, but it’s not a bad one. If anything, it’s getting better.

And you’re so, so close to him. Closer than you’ve ever been before. And you like it. You like this new intimacy, this new way of loving each other.

And hearing him moan like this? It’s different form when you’re giving him a blowjob, or when you’re dry-humping. These are more ragged, rawer. 

You were the reason he was moaning like this. You were the reason his face looked like that, his mouth hanging open ever so slightly and sweat forming on his forehead.

Fuck, this is hot.

He’s getting faster. He can barely focus, his mind preoccupied with what’s happening right now. All he can think about is you. All he can feel is you.

But in his haze, he remembers that you need to be enjoying yourself, too.

One of his hands snakes down to your clit. You moan at the sensation, digging your nails into his shoulders.

He manages to open his eyes, just to get a look at your face.

He thinks it’s one of the most beautiful things he’s ever seen.

He thinks you’re beautiful all the time, but this? Eyes closed, cheeks flushed, lips parted, hair spilling over the pillow? Fuck.

He wants to kiss you, but he also wants to keep looking at you.

This just feels so fucking phenomenal, being with you like this. Being so close, knowing that this is something you share. Hearing you moan underneath him, pressed so close, your legs hooked around his hips, holding him even closer…

He’s close. Too close. But he doesn’t want to go first.

So he moans into your ear, a string of almost incoherent babble.

“Fuck… fuck…” He hisses, kissing the spot where your jaw meets your neck. “You’re so fucking hot.”

You whimper at that.

“You feel fucking incredible.” His thrusts are growing sloppier, hungrier. But he keeps working on your clit, his warm breath fanning your neck.

“Tetsu,” you whine in response. You want to talk back, to say something to rile him up, but you don’t know much.

“I-I want to feel you come,” he stutters, his breath ragged in your ear.  

You gasp, clenching around him. He hisses at the sensation, his movements growing rougher and faster.

“I love you so much,” he breathes, moving to kiss your mouth. “Fuck—”

“I love you too,” you manage to stutter out as the hot coil in your abdomen tightens.

Being this close to him is making you lose your mind. Knowing that you’re doing this to him, that he’s saying all these things because of you… and on top of that, he still makes your comfort and enjoyment a priority. And fuck, he sounds so hot.

The friction is starting to feel really fucking good, and his fingers are still working on your clit, and—

You cry out, your head lolling back as your orgasm floods through you.

Kuroo thinks it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen. Your face, your moans, your nails digging into his back…

All that and the feeling of your walls fluttering around his dick is too much.

He’s gone.

He buries his face into your neck with a groan, chasing his high as elation courses through his veins. He doesn’t want this to end – he wants to stay in this moment just a little longer, feeling you all around him, hearing you moan in his ear, the smell of sweat and sex covering the two of you like a blanket.

You’re out of it, basking in your afterglow. You stroke his neck softly, coaxing him through the final throes of his orgasm.

He slows to a stop, resting his forehead against yours.

You both lie there for a moment, just breathing.

He’s still in you, his face buried in the crook of your neck. This is nice, too, you realise, running your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. He hums in response. You feel… floppy. Pleasantly tired. You’re sore, and maybe even a little tingly. You’re sure you’ll feel it tomorrow, even though he’d been gentle with you.

But most of all, you feel happy.

“Was that… good?” You ask, after a long period of silence.

Kuroo takes a deep breath and lifts his head to look at you. “Well, it’s sure better than my hand.”

You snort. What? What? “We have sex for the first time and that’s all you have to say?”

He laughs, kissing you.

“No!” You cackle. “You’re not getting away with this!”

He just keeps laughing, pressing his lips against yours once more.

You concede, too drowsy and content to fight it.

Kuroo pulls away, a look of blissful contentment on his face. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you smile. You mean it. But, something else is on your mind. “Did I do okay?”

He chuckles, kissing your forehead. “You did great.”

You relax a bit. At the very least, you’d made him feel good.

“Was it good for you?” He asks. Concern is laced through his voice, and that touches you.

You nod, smiling. “I think I still need to get used to it a bit, but… I enjoyed it.”

The relief that rushes through him is almost like a second orgasm. He grins, resting his head against your shoulder. “Thank fuck.”

He still hasn’t pulled out of you yet. You wonder, for a moment, if it’ll be even better next time. How long it’ll take your body to properly adjust to this.

But as much as you’d like to just lie there like this, there’s a new pressure building in your body.

“Tetsu?”

“Hm?”

“I need to pee.”

He pulls out of you with a sigh, and you miss his presence. “You’ve got to make sure you pee every time, okay?” He stretches his arms above his head, and you take a moment to admire his body. All those years of volleyball paid off. “You don’t want to get an infection.”

“That’s so unromantic,” you whine, knocking him with your knee. “I already know that.”

“I just want to make sure,” Kuroo tsked. “I’ve got a big dick, which means it’ll push more bacter—”

“Oh my God, Tetsu, shut up!”

He cackles as you rush to the bathroom, taking the moment of solitude to catch his breath.

Fuck, he can’t believe that just happened. But his body won’t let him forget. When he’d woken up this morning, he hadn’t expected to get laid. And maybe he’d thought that this’d happen at a more romantic moment.

But he doesn’t care. He’d made you come, and that was enough for him. There was a pride in that, but most of all, there was a sense of relief. And, of course, the buzz that always came from an experience like this. That feeling, and the image of you crying out is going to be burned at the back of his mind for a long time coming.

You’re crawling back into bed before Kuroo has time to process his emotions.

Kuroo holds his arms out expectantly. You settle into them, and a whole new wave of love overwhelms him.

He’s so lucky. So, so lucky.

He uses a hand to tilt your face towards him, and he peppers it with kisses.

You laugh, but you don’t push him away.

“I love you,” he murmurs as he presses a kiss to your nose. “So much.”

“I love you too,” you giggle. All sorts of emotions are running through you – a mixture of love, relief, disbelief, bewilderment. But most of all, you feel grateful. Grateful that he’s part of your life. Grateful that you get to be part of his.

He lowers his arms to your waist, holding you flush against him. He’s out of words, now. There’s not much more he can do to express how he feels but hold you close.

“I wanna nap,” you mumble into his chest.

“Get some rest,” he smiles, rubbing a hand up and down your back. “You deserve it.”

“Thank you,” you hum.

It doesn’t take you long to doze off, the exhaustion taking over before you knew it.

But, Kuroo doesn’t let you drift off without at least one more ‘I love you.’

[choisgirls]

There's a sandstorm warning and it's like really bad ~deer nonnie

Anonymous said:I got a 75 MB update but im on ios, this is upsetting. But from what I heard it’s 300 hourglasses and everyone’s freaking out, while I have almost 2k lol ~deer nkonnie

aaa please stay safe love;;;;;;;;;;;

and yes its 300 hourglasses! I had 500 so i was good ^^ ~Admin 404

[triforceguide-archive]

me: eehhh I’m not into OC x canon that much

also me:

[inkz123]

Basically, whenever I see your URL I usually think “Oh! It’s that wicked cool artist whose work I absolutely love to see, ‘cause it always makes me happy and fills me with ✨serotonin✨ whenever I look at it! Lemme go snoop to see if they posted anything new today! ^^”

Hhhnnnn i QwQ/💖💕💖💕

Knowing my drawings give you seretonin gives ME seretonin ahssksjagk-

And u stop by to check if i posted new stuffs too?? Thats aaaa so nice💖 lol i know that thats technically what viewers do when they visit art blogs, but to me it feels like a good friend stopping by to see what you made since the last time they visited?? I dunno haha i hope I'm making some sorta sense pfft- TwT

[witch-hazels-musings]

your writing is so legendary and heart-stopping, i hope you have an incredible day [zhongli's walk hhhnnnn]

gosh wow! what a kind thing to share with me, I needed this good pick-me-up <3!

(i’m cackling, how are we all so fixated on Zhongli’s walking ... who are we!?) 

[hanji-is-life]

The Muzzled Kirishima is just so good. Thinking of the steampunk theme artwork and just... kiri do be like that. I like to headcanon that as Pro's they do special events where they dress up in the theme, like the fantasy/RPG outfits and the year they do steampunk, it's hard to not jump his bones and the make-up department is annoying having to cover up all his Mark's for the photoshoot. I can also imagine getting a custom muzzle that is similar to his headgear he wears for his hero outfit and poor Kiri can't think of wearing his gear normally now because it feels to light and open, it's just not right anymore. It has completely been ruined (or blessed) for him... imagine he accidentally grabbed the muzzle to work instead of the actual one but too late, he is now at the agency and a coworker is telling him to hurry up and finish getting ready for patrol but his brain stopped working when he realized what was in his hands.

Oh my FUCK anon this is so hot, especially the last part hhhnnnn

like. I can just imagine forcing him to wear the muzzle like his PH headgear, sitting on his face, and grinding against it. your slick is all over it, dribbles down in between and under the muzzle, slips onto his lips and tongue.

you might have maybe accidentally on purpose switched his muzzles with the one you used last night (that you never cleaned, also again accidentally on purpose). Kiri is too tired to focus on it as he kisses you goodbye and makes his way to his agency.

just seeing him all flushed and flustered as he realizes which muzzle this is and sniffs it to realize that it’s still covered in your slick. he might take off work to come back home and fuck you dumb but idk

[crazedhopelessromantic]

Anne & Cain discuss what she'd be the God of while she's high

//drug mention

Anne walked into Cains room, "I'm a god, Cain. " She said, flopping back on his bed.

"And what makes you say that, Mrs. Evans?" He was sitting at his desk, typing some stuff up on the computer he was given by the site. Not surprised by her sudden visit.

"I have survived so much bullshit. I can't die permanently, amnestics hardly work on me and neither do memetics or cognito hazards. If that doesn't make me an absolutely god among mortals, then I don't know what would. "

"What would you be the god of? " He asked

"God of Psychology. " She joked then hummed "... What do you think I'd be the God of? "

"Well, not fertility, that's for sure. "

"What's that supposed to mean? " Anne sat up and looked at him, had she forgotten? Yeah.

"You've gone through menopause, yes? you aren't fertile. Why would someone who can't get pregnant be the God of fertility? " He made a good point.

"Fair enough.. " Leaned against the wall that his bed was pushed up against, grabbing his pillow and hugging it "hmm,, God of fish? "

"God of fish? "

"God of fish. "

"No other types of aquatic animals, just fish? " He chuckled

Anne nodded "Just fish, maybe jellyfish- I love jellyfish, I wish they didn't sting. Dr. Briers has two moon jellies, they're so pretty- she's pretty too. "

Cain nodded in agreement

"Mhm, oh to be a jellyfish. Floating around in the ocean. No meetings, no having to worry about getting assassinated, no brain. "

"You worry about being assassinated? " He looked over at her, furrowing his brows in concern.

"... Yes? " She held out her hands, putting a few fingers down and nodded "this many times it's been attempted."

"That's quite a lot, Mrs. Evans. "

"Yeah, what were we talking about? "

"What you would be a God of. "

"Right, thanks. " She hummed again, "God of women. "

"Very original. "

"God of Clouds? "

"Wouldn't that be tied into water, God of water? "

"Hmm, clouds are a different form of it, but still technically water... " Anne sighed, laying down on her side.

"Mrs. Evans? "

"Yeah? "

"Are you high? "

"Is it that obvious? " She whined, this job was stressful, although bgetting high wasn't always the best course of action- it was the fun course of action.

" I was just guessing. " He sighed "How much did you take? "

Anne looked at the wall "What are you writing? "

"Anne, how much did you take? " Oh no, not the first name. But it did sound nice coming out of his mouth.

"Hhhnnnn.. I dunno. 25mg." Her tolerance was pretty low, around 10mg ? - she did it often enough so that it stayed around there, but she was forced to go on a brake with an upcoming sobriety test. So it went down - Ms. Princess over here isn't the brightets sometimes, but that's okay.

"25? " He didn't know much about the drug, but he knew enough to know that was too much for her. "But to awnser your question, I'm still writing the sifi-horror I told you about. "

"The one based on the sphere? " Anne stood up - everything looked a bit too wobbly for her taste. "Yeah nope-. " She sat back down

"Yes.- do I need to help you get back to your room later? " He asked

"... No..? Oo- what if I was the god of drugs. I've done a lot of them so it'd make sense. " Don't judge her, she's trying everything at least once.

"God of drugs? " He hummed, " Like Asclepius? "

"He's the god of Medicine, not drugs. I'm talking about like shrooms, cocaine, cannabis, LSD etcetera. "

"Good to know etcetera is a drug now. " He joked. "I don't believe there is a god of drugs.. "

"Oh sweet! " Anne attempted to stand up again, and Cain stood up to help her incase she couldn't.

"Do you want me to carry you incase you fall? "

"You can carry me whenever you want. " She then got picked up. "I wanted to get water, so to wherever that is. "