#his arm is probably thicker than my thighs

[stars-n-spice]

Wrecker: *exists*

Me, a 4'11, 115 lbs, 20-year-old with the lowest pain tolerance known to man and actual noodles for arms: I could take him.

[nanamiluvs]

can you do nsfw alphabet for gallagher? :3

just yes omg gallagher is so ngh... like someone commented on my last gallagher post, i want him and wriothesley to tag team me idc

gallagher nsfw alphabet !

pairing : gallagher x reader

rating : explicit

wc : 2.4k

warnings : smut content, reader is afab but no pronouns used, not beta read, reader is called "miss" and "baby" and "good girl", reader is smaller than gallagher in size, size kink, cum play, slight pet play, come eating, gallagher likes to torture himself, manhandling, praise kink, choking, spanking, gallagher eats pussy like a champ, face-fucking, very slight hair pulling, begging, mentions of creampies, overstimulation, teasing, so much teasing

a : aftercare

gallagher is not the biggest practitioner of aftercare, he'd much rather you two just lay down in a mess and leave the cleaning to later. but he's an acts of service type of man. if you want to be cleaned, he will clean you. if you want to be held, he's cuddling you already. gallagher can do whatever you want to do the point it comes off as weird, but really, he's fine with whatever you like. he wants whatever you want. this man can eat his own cum out of you with pleasure for fuck sake.

b : body part

gallagher loves how big he is. he knows his frame is large, wide shoulders and a build adorned with hard muscles. he acts like he's not aware of it, but he loves how you fit in his bulky arms. for you, gallagher loves anywhere he can grab or run his hands through: your waist, your tummy, your thighs, hips, throat- anywhere, really. to be honest, it doesn't matter but on a surface level, gallagher seems to be the type to prefer a heavier body.

c : cum

gallagher is messy and i mean it. he likes to see a mess on you or himself, he doesn't care, just make a mess. he loves to see his cum dirty your body, sprayed across your tits and stomach or seeping out of your cunt. his cum has an off-white color, thicker in density and he cums a lot. you don't know how it's possible, but the man just doesn't stop cumming. he loves to smear his cum too, even more when you scold him for it, laughing like a little boy.

d : dirty secret

gallagher is not shy, but the idea of wanting you to put a collar on him and treat him like a dog, is a little embarrassing. if you ask him to, he'd say something like 'eh, whatever you want, miss' and oblige. it's definitely not as if he's so fucking hard he's turned on by it, he just wants to go along with your requests.

e : experience

gallagher is probably quite experienced. his job is quite stressful, so why not let off some steam with some hook ups here and there? he's not one to judge you whether you're experienced or not, he simply thinks of his experience as an advantage to pleasure you. he knows what he's doing and he knows it so well.

f : favorite position

gallagher has no set favorite position since this man finds joy in throwing you around. sex with gallagher never finishes in the same position as it started, he will find a way to manhandle you to his whims. probably likes g-whiz, table top and upstanding citizen a lot. get used to him moving your body and handling you into another position he wants because he loves doing it.

g : goofy

gallagher is, most of the time, very laid-back during sex. there are times he's more serious, but usually it's him cracking a few jokes here and there. he doesn't see sex as a necessarily romantic thing- gallagher is someone who prefers to fuck rather than to make love. he's extremely cocky too, so much that you'd want to punch his grinning face in with your fist, but well, that's gallagher for you.

h : hair

gallagher definitely has a happy trail and i don't care what anyone else says. he's probably hairy down there, he doesn't let it get too wild since that bothers him but don't expect to see a completely bald surface. he likes it if you're more on the hairy side as well. for gallagher, the messier, the better when it comes to sex.

i : intimacy

gallagher, like i said, doesn't view sex as strictly romantic. he's often teasing you, dirty words spilling through his lips as he fucks you into utter bliss. this man fucks like he has no respect for you. the other times he's on the intimate side, gallagher can't help but smile fondly as his hips roll into yours, arms wrapped around your body with his low voice whispering in your ear. it's so unfair, how he can pull off both with ease.

j : jack off

gallagher probably jacks off once or maybe twice a week at max. i imagine him doing it after work, before he gets to sleep. he mainly does it to destress. i also imagine him wanting to see you masturbate, rough and calloused hands palming his clothed groin as he watches you pleasure yourself. he will not touch you unless you're done, cunt all wet and messy for his thick cock to fill up. and fill up, he will.

k : kink

gallagher is honestly the kinky type.

‎ ‎ ‎ begging : gallagher wants to see you beg. beg to cum, beg for him to finish inside you, beg for him to fuck you, beg and beg and beg. he finds it so arousing, the way you can go so vulnerable for a man like him. he's a meanie, too, making you beg for anything.

‎ ‎ ‎ choking : gallagher would hate to hurt you, but sometimes he can't help but wrap his hand around your throat as he fucks you. he's never too harsh, he knows how strong he is, his touch is more like a reminder of his presence. his thumb plays with your lip before he leans in and kisses you. he also absolutely loves getting choked by you, your smaller hands wrapped around his neck as you ride him, a teasing grin on his face as he struggles to breathe. he says you don't need to worry about going overboard as he can simply stop it if you do so. trust me, he doesn't want to.

‎ ‎ ‎ overstimulation : gallagher hits me as the type to be able to do it for hours on end, obsessed with making you cum over and over again before burying himself inside. he loves fucking you silly, your whining and moaning sound like music in his ears. loves overstimulating himself too.

‎ ‎ ‎ praise kink : gallagher has a praise kink. it's frustrating at this point, the way he can get you to do anything with that stupid smirk on his face and whispers of his, praising you for everything you do. so much that you want to choke him, yet he's just so sickeningly sweet with his words. anything you do well, he will praise you for it. he turns it into a game of whether you'll get his approval or not, going as far as making you beg and crawl for it, and then praise you for how well you've been. 'y'can do it for me, can't ya? good girl.' he can get you to do almost everything he wants with the providance of praises. likes to be on the receiving side on the times he's on the submissive side, often begging for praises during it. 'ah, i've been a good boy, right, baby? right? come and sit on it, please.'

‎ ‎ ‎ size kink : gallagher wants to tower over you. he wants to hold both of your wrists with one hand. he wants to see how small your hands look compared to his larger ones, he wants to see those big fingers of his slowly disappear inside your pussy, filling you like a dick would. yet it's not even close enough to the feeling of his cock, so big and heavy and just too much. he smiles and pushes further inside, relishing in how much you struggle to take him. how many times has it been? are you still not used to his length? he teases as his frame wraps around yours with your back pressed against his chest, enveloping you with all the warmth radiating from the man. he loves how he's just so big compared to you.

l : location

gallagher cares little about things such as locations. if there's a surface, he can fuck you. he has no shame, he can and will do it everywhere you want him to. obviously won't force you if that's not your thing, happy to oblige in the privacy of your own home. the location really doesn't matter to him, because at the end of the day, it's your walls wrapping around his cock so deliciously.

m : motivation

gallagher has a high sex drive, so i think he doesn't need much additional motivation. but your reactions would be the biggest motivating point for him to continue, in love with the way you whine when he rubs your clit or the way you squirm under his hands as he caresses your body. he will go to heaven and back just to hear you moan in ecstasy. would get hard again at the sight of his cum seeping out your folds.

n : no

gallagher most likely wouldn't have a strictly negative opinion on anything. he's a firm believer that everything can be tested but he's not a fan of the idea of physically hurting you with knives or other sharp weapons.

o : oral

gallagher eats pussy like a craved man. it's either him holding you down by your thighs as you sit on him or your plush thighs threatening to crush his skull when he goes down on you. you may think he does it to pleasure you, in reality, you couldn't be more wrong. he eats you out because that's what pleasures him, the taste of your juices along with the melodies your moans sound like in his ears. he grows so hard it's unbearable, yet no, he won't stop to fuck you for real. his hips grind against the bed, dick aching with need in his pants, low moans spilling from his mouth as his tongue laps your slick. his stubble grazes your lips as his jaw moves, your hips desperately chasing the friction. he also loves pushing your head down on his length, watching you gag and choke around his thick cock as you struggle to take him in. he enjoys eating you out but also face-fucking you, although not as much as the former. his grip on your hair tightens as he gets closer to coming, your saliva and his precum mixing before he buries his cock in your mouth, cum spilling down your throat. he will definitely pull out if you don't like the stretch.

p : pace

gallagher has such a rough pace that it's intoxicating. his hips slam into yours so heavily, you can feel his whole body with the way he thrusts inside of you. he's not slow too, you wonder how he does it. each thrust fills your insides with vigor, groans coming from his mouth. his hips fasten as he comes close to finishing, and that takes quite the long time, the sensation overwhelming.

q : quickie

gallagher absolutely enjoys quickies and no one can convince me otherwise. he thinks they're just so useful for getting one out of his system with the load of his work. though most of the time, he prefers having his time with you.

r : risk

gallagher is probably open with taking risks when it comes to sex. anything you wanna try, he's alright with it- truly a gentleman.

s : stamina

gallagher can go on for multiple rounds on end. you don't know how he does it, he just cums and cums and cums until there's nothing left in his balls, yet it repeats all over the next day! his stamina is probably one of the highest of the star rail men.

t : toys

gallagher can use anything that makes the act more pleasurable for the both of you. it's usually him asking you to try out some new toy he got from who knows where.

u : unfair

gallagher is such a bully. he does nothing but to tease you and rile you up, he just can't shut up for one second! he makes fun of how you're so easily crumbled, how you must have no shame with the way you beg for his cock, how you turn into mush the moment you take his tip. he says all of those with a stupid smirk on his face that only widens when you scold him for it. he enjoys seeing you get teased and all shy so quickly. you want to bite him, punch his face as he keeps not shutting the hell up, his large palm coming down to slap your rear from behind as he laughs at you. 'what's that? oh? you think i'm too mean, miss? how cute, you know you love it.'

v : volume

gallagher is not the most vocal during sex but definitely not quiet. he's more of the groaner and grunter type instead of moaning. you can still make him moan, though, just ride him with your hands tight around his throat and listen to him singing.

w : wild card

gallagher likes how painful it is to have a boner. he leaves his pants on for the sole purpose of feeling his dick stretch against the fabric, begging for release. it hurts so much yet he loves the feeling, cockhead too sensitive and weeping by the time he frees it. he likes it when you sit on it, not putting it inside you but just sitting on it, forcing it to cower as you rub yourself along his length. likes it when you squeeze the shaft so tight that he can't help but curse. gallagher loves the pain if it's because of you.

x : x-ray

gallagher has the biggest or second biggest cock in all of star rail. he's just sooo large, longer and has so much more girth than average. it's a tan color fading into a furious red in the tip. it's so easy to get precum oozing out of it. definitely has thick veins sticking out here and there that you can feel inside of you. he knows how big he is yet he acts like he doesn't.

y : yearning

gallagher doesn't need to have sex that much but definitely wants to. it's okay if you don't want to, he can just rub one out if it's so urgent and nothing if it's not. likes to do it with you almost every day to every other night.

z : zzz

gallagher probably has problems sleeping, i mean, have you seen this man? so when it's night and you're in your home, it's when he falls sleep the most easily. he doesn't want to let you go, his big arms wrapped around your body as he pulls you into his chest, spooning you as if he was a little kid and you were his favorite toy to sleep with.

reqs are open !

i mainly write for jjk, hsr and genshin ✩

[redr0sewrites]

Adam x Reader General Hcs

HAD TO WRITE SOMETHING FOR HIM HES JUST SO. AUGAHGEHEG. i love him. characterizing him is so fun, but so challenging at the same time.

🥀 Cw: adam being adam, sfw + nsfw hcs, smut, breeding kink

🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion

sfw:

Adam is more prone to casual flings and hookups, hes def not huge on relationships and longterm partners

this means that if your with him, you must be pretty special bc hes a huge ass handful

while he is a pretty big douche, adam is definitely loyal imo

deep down, hes still pretty insecure about both lilith and eve, and im a firm believer that he would never cheat on a partner if he was in a serious relationship

adam comes up with very.... interesting nicknames for you that are 10x more vulgar than the ones he uses for everyone else

hes HUGE on nicknames and petnames in general, at the start of a relationship theyre pretty crude and flirty but over time they start to become sweeter

sugartits, doll, sweet cheeks, bitch boy/babe, babycakes, BAE, lemondrop (idk it just fits), mama/mami, honeytits, honestly anything that comes to mind

adam likes to put "my" in front of most of your petnames, its not so much in a possessive way, moreso in a bragging way, he just loves telling the world that your HIS

he also definitely calls you bro, brah, dude, etc he doesn't care that it "doesnt sound romantic" 💀

adam finds the MOST unhinged things hilarious, hes the type to watch those ten hour long youtube videos of a spinning potato chip and laugh every ten seconds

speaking of, he has one of those loud, booming laughs with a slight wheeze to it

"BAAHAHAHAHAH BAE COME HERE LOOK AT THIS HAHA" and its just a low quality video of a water bottle falling over???

100% a shitty pickup line user

and also a shitty flirter in general

his flirting is just

obnoxious

adam is very proud of you, when the two of you officially got together he probably called half of heaven to announce that you two were dating

"THATS MY PARTNER‼️‼️‼️" type of vibes

adam acts like he isnt big on cuddles bit is secretly the clingiest, most touch starved person alive

PLEASE let him hold you, this man is tall af and loves just swallowing you in an embrace

when he was "courting" you (irritating you constantly and flirting with you obnoxiously until you caught on that he was serious) the biggest tell that his feelings were genuine was the amount of physical contact he initiated

adam was always leaning on you, throwing an arm over your shoulder, resting a hand on your thigh, hooking his arm through yours, overall invading your personal space

he was incredibly happy to FINALLY be able to cuddle with you when you both got together, and HAS to fall asleep touching you in some way every night

adam is almost always wearing his exterminator helmet, but he really likes it when you take it off for him at the end of the day. even he doesn't really understand why, but there's something so intimate to him about the fact that you love his real face more than the persona he puts on

he would rather die than admit it tho

hes not good at words or communication in general, and prefers to express his appreciation through actions

he brings you foods that he knows you like on days where you're especially busy, he gives you song recommendations that he'll think you'll like, he'll buy you a trinket he saw you eyeing at the store, just tiny things like that

adam genuinely does care about you, but as per his usual adam-ness, he would rather go bald than live up to that 💀

nsfw:

you cant tell me this man isnt kinky as shit

hes tried pretty much everything

HE LOVES TO HIT FROM THE BACK, DEF LIKES DOGGY STYLE

i also think he would like the mating press too, getting to watch your face as he wrecks you while also having the opportunity to leave bites all over your thighs, and feel them tremble as he fucks you? sign him up!

his dick is big big

i think hed be a little thicker than average, with a few veins running up the underside, but its his length that's downright heavenly

adam keeps himself pretty well groomed, but has a prominent happy trail and light fuzz at the very base of his cock

listen, this is the first man we're talking about, he KNOWS what hes doing

whether you're male or female, he will go down on you

once he buries himself between your thighs youre done for, adam barely comes up for air as he devours you

hes def sloppy w it too, loves when you cum on his face so he can lick it up

enjoys it when you return the favor as well, i actually think hed really realy like receiving head

would def fuck your face until your drooling

if you hve an oral fixation, you're in luck bc he LOVES watching you suck his dick, his fingers, anything really

adam always makes you lick and suck his fingers before fingering you, and will sometimes trigger your gag reflex by shoving them down your throat to watch you gasp and whine

adam has STAMINA, expect to stay up all night bc this man will stop at nothing to make sure you're both satisfied

i swear this man is built to breed, he has a HUGE breeding kink and goes crazy at the sight of his cum dripping from your hole. even if it's physically impossible for you to get pregnant, adam still babbles about "fucking a prety little babe" into you when he cums

adam likes using plugs to make sure his cum stays inside you, he'll also finger it back inside and loves smearing his cum on your thighs and ass

he also brings his fingers up to your face and has you lick the cum off of them

LOOOVEEEESSS marking you, by the end of the night youre always covered in bruises and scratches and hickeys galore

i love adam guys yes ik hes a douche but hes my douche <3

i wish i characterized him better but whateverrrrrr i dont want to write him as a total asshole but hes def not an angel either (haha im so funny💀)

[larcenywrites]

All About Fur!

Nightcrawler HCs

I have lots of thoughts about lots of things, and Nightcrawler’s fur is one of them! So I had to get a few things out of my brain 💙 Some x reader stuff in here too ;)

Warnings: a few sexual references | a few fluffy (no pun intended) references | no pronouns or specifications on reader obvi

⚜️Unfortunately, he doesn’t get any fluffier, much to your dismay 😔 a fluffy winter coat would have been cute, after all!

⚜️But even that short fur does get thicker and longer in certain places on the daily 😏 you may notice his jawline is a bit shaggy by the end of a lazy weekend 🤭 that there’s more fur on his chest when you run your fingers through it 🥺 his belly and a line above and below is belly button gets fluffy and curly if he lets it 🥺🥺

⚜️Even if you’ve typically preferred your past partners more… clean-shaven or well-trimmed down there, you surely can’t have any issues with his fluffier crotch and thighs 🥰 the saving grace here is that all of his fur is velvety soft 😌

⚜️Now, while it doesn’t grow any longer outside of those places, he is naturally shaggier in some other areas!

⚜️His forearms are a bit more furry than his upper arms

⚜️The backs of his thighs and his little booty have longer, curled fur 🥰🥰🥰

⚜️Rub a balloon on him and watch it stick :)

⚜️Bathing with him is fun because you get to play with his fur! Run your fingers through it! This is a feature, not a bug!!

⚜️Except now he’s more like a soggy kitten 🥺 a happy one at least!

⚜️The tail is surprisingly not just, like, skin! It is fuzzy! The fur there is very very short and fine, but still soft and fuzzy! It kinda feels like one of those lamb’s ear plants! Or peach fuzz!!

⚜️But the tip isn’t covered in fur 😔 just like the bottoms of his hands and feet!

⚜️He says belly rubs are degrading, but he likes them 😘 especially when that fur on his chest and belly hasn’t been trimmed in a while, he’ll absolutely stretch out and let you run your fingers through it during late morning cuddles 🥰

⚜️Don’t be afraid to pay extra attention to his quasi-beard, too 😉 it’s not the same as pubic hair on a human! It’s just as soft as the rest of him!

⚜️And for better or for worse, you won’t have to worry very much about beard burn, at least!

⚜️He really doesn’t mind being petted anywhere and everywhere— so long as you do, in fact, have a close and/or (preferably) more intimate relationship!

⚜️Though, if all your past partners have been more on the human-presenting side, you’ll have to get used to always getting a mouthful of fur whenever you want to kiss his cheek or affectionately bite his arm 😅

⚜️This also makes it a little more difficult to do body shots tbh 😔 not to mention trying to get any sticky wine out of that fur later 🤧

⚜️Among other sticky things 🤭

⚜️And when you’re trying to be sexy and trying to lick him down from neck to abs 😔

⚜️But!! At least he’s all soft and cuddly :)

⚜️You’ll probably literally be rubbing your cheek against his like some kind of cartoon couple! You can’t help it that he’s so snuggly 🥰

⚜️But it’s gonna get very warm under the covers— and not just because he’s getting frisky 🥲 sorry if you get hot easily!

⚜️Also sorry if you're ticklish 🥺 he’s probably trying to be very sexy and romantic by kissing down your stomach all slow and teasingly 😏 but those fuzzy cheeks are probably going to have you giggling and squirming away from him instead 😅 it’s okay, he’ll work with it 😘

⚜️His tail is also a major offender of this! Sometimes, he does it on purpose, but other times, he’s genuinely trying to be sexy when he wraps his tail around your thigh or waist, but it’s so fuzzy! It tickles!

⚜️And that’s okay, too :) he does love making you laugh 🥰

⚜️But there’s another disadvantage… sweat and fur don’t mix— there’s a reason dogs and cats don’t sweat!

⚜️Bandaids and fur also don’t mix 😬 but hey, it’s a lot more intimate wrapping medical tape around his arm or whatever 😏

⚜️And no! He won’t get fleas 😤

[miguel-ohara-eater]

You like 'em huh?

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(summary: Miguel notices you looking at his muscles after he'd taken a shower, so he uses them.)

CW: rough sex, choking kinda, verstimulation, biting, spitting, slapping, size difference

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"Hey Miggy?" you call out, trying to take the case off of your phone to replace it with the new one he'd bought earlier, bur your nails were too long.

"hm?" he said, walking out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, his hair wet.

"could you help me take this off?" you ask him, luckily still looking down at the phone case cause if you weren't you probably wouldn't have been able to speak

"lemme see." he said, holding out his hand.

you look up, handing him the phone and he sits down on the bed next to you, trying to pick off the phone case.

your eyes nearly popped out of your head and turned into hearts. although you'd seen his body a couple times, it wasn't all the way like this.

you both hadn't even had sex yet, and his body SOO made you want to.

the way his back rippled when his large hands tried to pry the phone and phone case apart, his pecs that were basically tits, his abs, his arms that you wanted him to put you in a headlock in, and his THIGHS.

god his thighs were beefy, thicker than yours even. call yourself cliche but you wanted him to crush your skull in between his thighs like a watermelon, and he probably could.

without even thinking, you reached out and laid your palm against his bicep, causing him to jump a bit.

you took your hand back as he looked at you and raised an eyebrow, probably expecting an explanation.

"sorry." you say, picking at your nails in your lap, your eyes still somewhat on his face but more on his body.

he grinned, setting the phone aside and turning to you a bit.

"you like 'em huh?" he asked, and you looked at him.

"well, duh. your arms look like they could do one karate chop to my back and break it."

he smiled and slid his hand underneath your shirt, his large and rough hand rubbing against the soft skin of your stomach.

"do you need me to break your back?" he asked teasingly, and you couldn't tell if he was joking or not.

but either way you looked at him wide-eyed, and nodded a little.

"are you gonna?" you ask

"I can." he answered and slid his hand up further, cupping your breast and rubbing his thumb against your hard nipple underneath your bra, almost asking permission to take off your clothes.

you nod, and he takes his other hand around the hem of your shirt, lifting up your shirt over your head, taking it off and tossing it onto the floor.

"take all of your clothes off, I'll be back." he says, sitting up and walking into the bathroom.

you take everything off, your bra, panties, and shorts.

feeling a little exposed you wrap your arms around yourself, and then he walks back in.

in his hand is a bottle of lube, and this time he doesn't have the towel around his waist.

your eyea almost pop out of your head and turn into hearts at the size of his dick.

he must've notices or something, because he walked towards you, sitting on the bed in front of you and he wrapped his hand around his cock.

"do you like it?" he teased, sitting on his knees in front of you.

"well, yeah but that's not going to fit Miguel!" you say. not that it was your first time, but it was your first time ever having a dick that big inside of you.

he flicks open the bottle, setting it propped up on a pillow next to you and he crawls on top of you, his cock laid flat against your tummy and he spreads your legs around his waist.

"then we'll make it fit." he smiles, cupping your cheek and turning your head to up to him and he kisses you.

you kiss him back, your hands reaching up into his hair and he reaches over and grabs the lube.

he breaks the kiss, sitting up and putting some on his hand then wrapping his hand around his cock, giving himself a few pumps.

he lowers his cock, rubbing it in between your folds and he kisses the valley of your breasts.

he coats you and himself in the lube combined with your wet slick, and then he sits up again.

"turn over." he demanded, and you did.

turning over onto your stomach, he grabbed a pillow and put it underneath your hips.

he leaned over you, his tip teasing your entrance and he wrapped his thick arm around your neck.

it felt like you were going to snap in half, but that's also what you wanted.

he reached down with his other hand, holding the base of his cock and guiding the tip into you.

you winced as you felt yourself stretch, wincing at the feeling and you buried your face in his arm.

he kissed your head, pushing it in further and trying not to groan since you were uncomfortable.

"you're doing good okay?" he cooed, pushing it in about halfway and staying still for you to adjust.

you whimpered and nodded, adjusting to his size and he smacked your cheek a couple times.

"goood giiirl." he said, talking to you like a dog.

he pushed the rest in, then slowly started to move.

he groaned softly, tightening his grip around your neck.

"so fucking tight..." he grunted, his hips moving at a regular pace now that you've adjusted.

your mouth went slack, eyes rolling to the back of your head and you reached up and grabbed the headboard, biting down on his arm.

the whole bed was rocking at this point, his massive size fucking you like this was expected to probably break the bed if anything.

his face got faster, and your back arched further. you felt like you were already going to cum but you wanted to cum around the time time he did. whenever that was.

he spat on your cheek, slapping it into your skin as his hips fucked you relentlessly.

"you like that huh? my pretty girl with her eyes rolled back like that hm?" he taunted, whispering in your ear.

he was panting and grunting, which was more than enough to get you off anyways.

you whined, your pussy aching with pleasure and you felt like you could've came any second.

"fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-" you moaned out, your orgasm ripping through you.

your ass pressed flush against him as he fucked you through it, his pace stuttering as your walls clamped down on him, milking him for everything he had.

your cum coated his cock, making a thick white ring around his length and he kept fucking you.

"just one more okay? god this pussy is so good." he groaned, slapping your cheek and he kissed behind your ear.

you were seeing white, the slight overstimulation stinging inside of you but it felt so good.

"this pussy is mine." he growled, the headboard slamming against the wall with every one of his thrusts.

your fingernails dug into the sheets and headboard, a bit of drool spilling out of the corner of your mouth.

"say it." he demanded "say this pussy is mine."

you couldn't barely move, let alone talk but you managed.

"i-it's yours-" you whined, feeling another knot tighten in your stomach as he kept going.

he slapped you again. "that's right. and you're gonna take this cock until I'm done okay?"

you nodded slightly, since the only thing you could do was take it anyways.

your swollen clit was pulsing, your body aching for another orgasm.

it spilled out of you for the second time, Miguel not slowing his pace.

a second coat of cum covered his dick and dripped out of your swollen pussy, your walls tightening around his cock.

he groaned, his pace stuttering slightly.

the overstimulation was killing you, your hole pulsing and clenching around him as you squirmed a little.

he tightened his arm around your neck more, his other hand holding you in place.

"just a couple more minutes okay? I'm close baby I'm close." he panted, his cock twitching inside of you.

you were seeing stars, the only sounds coming out of you were whimpers and whines.

next thing you knew you'd came two more times, and he kept saying "one more time?"

"M-Miguel no more-" you whimpered, tears rolling down your cheeks.

you wanted more, but at the same time you didn't.

he'd been edging himself the last two of your orgasms so he nodded

"okay okay okay." he grunted, and with a couple more thrusts his body twitched and a huge load of hot cum spilled inside of you, his face buried in the crook of your neck and he whimpered, his arm loosening around your neck as he just laid on top of you with his softening cock inside of you.

your head flopped against the pillow, and he weakly kissed your cheek.

he pulled out, laying next to you and closed his eyes, panting.

"let's take a shower."

and you nodded.

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(you got good aftercarw dw 😛)

the other one for today will probably be submitted later tonight, I still haven't started it.

I've got baddd adhd and it sucks to pay attention to write these.

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[meelusinee]

GINGERBREAD COOKIES | H.P X READER

in which you watch as harry makes gingerbread cookies for you

FICMAS MASTERLIST

pairing: harry potter x reader tags: christmas fluff (again) word count: 1.4k

author's note: CHRISTMAS FLUFF YET AGAIN!!!! sorry for not posting yesterday guys, i know i commented i probably maybe would? but i just really didn't feel like i could yesterday was absolutely exhaustingggg BUT i got a new fic out! HIP HIP HORRAY

FICMAS THREE | H.P X READER

“Alright,” Harry said, watching you innocently sitting on the counter. You were kicking your feet with a rather wide smile on your face, hands resting on your lap. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything!” you said, before making an offended pout. “Do you really not trust me?”

“In the kitchen?” he asked, looking around to see if there was anything laying around. A messed up baking project or a prank from the Weasley twins seemed like the most likely option. “Not particularly.”

“Wow.” you said, shaking your head as a soft sob escaped you. The dramatics were all for fun, though Harry made sure as he looked up to make sure you were smiling.

“Shocking, isn’t it?” he asked with a small chuckle.

“Very shocking indeed. You’re breaking my heart.” you shake your head, your legs barely hitting the cabinets as you rocked your legs back and forth still. “Though I am up here for a reason.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his hands wrapping themselves around your knees as he stepped between your legs. “What’s the reason?”

“I wanted to make gingerbread cookies!” you said, kissing the tip of his nose the closer he got.

“Gingerbread cookies?” Harry asked, a small smile on his face as he looked up at you. “Let me guess, you want me to bake them while you watch?”

“Yup!” you smiled happily.

“Darling,” he chuckled, both of you laughing as he nuzzled his nose against your neck. “You’re absolutely gorgeous, you know that?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you said to him, playfully smacking his arms. “Flattery gets you nowhere Potter, now make me gingerbread.”

“And utterly ridiculous.” he added, kissing your cheek as he grabbed the ingredients for gingerbread cookies. First came grabbing the flours and sugar, along with the spices and other ingredients he needed.

He began to make the dry and the wet ingredients, looking up at you as he kneaded them together. You chuckled softly, leaning forward to poke at his arm playfully. “Someone has muscles.”

“Try fighting Death Eaters for about 7 years of your childhood.” he said, snorting softly at his own joke before pushing his hands forward. “And Quidditch.”

“Does Quidditch really build muscle?” you asked curiously, sitting up straighter on the counter. “I mean, at the end of the day, it seems more like a leaning kind of exercise than a bulking.”

“Well, I think it is.” he said, muttering softly as he thought about it. “You need core muscles to hold onto the broom, especially when the winds get involved. The constant gripping might lead to an arm workout, I suppose. You also rely on your core muscles for the turns too though, since you have to use your whole body to turn.”

“Well then what explains your legs then?” you asked incredulously, gently kicking them. “You almost have thicker thighs than I do!”

Harry chuckled at that, continuing to roll the dough with his hands. “Well, you have to grip the broom with your legs too.”

“You need a grip for that as well.” he said, shrugging as he explained. “Though I suppose the arms would be bigger compared to the legs, especially for the Chasers and Beaters. I think it’s one of those exercises that you don’t realize works until you do it.”

“Can you teach me?” you asked him, a wide smile growing on your face as you asked.

“Maybe when it gets a bit warmer.” he smiled softly, leaning over and kissing your lips. “I don’t want you falling into ice cold snow.”

“I’ll be so good on a broom.” you said to him, crossing your arms. “You just doubt me.”

“I just don’t want you getting hurt.” he whispered, putting the dough on a piece of plastic wrap before wrapping it up. “You do know these need to cool overnight, correct?”

“They do?” you asked, pouting softly.

“For the recipe I use, yes.” he said, moving between your legs again as he peppered your face in kisses. “I can make you dinner though, to make up for it.”

“Dinner sounds good.” you whispered softly.

“Or we could always take out food.” he said, his fingers rubbing circles on the outside of your thigh. “I heard that there’s this really good Hibachi spot opening up near the end of town. You know the small complex there?”

“Yes I do.” you said, smiling softly at that. “Hibachi does sound rather good.”

“Yes it does.” he smiled, kissing you one last time as you both got up to go.

“Is it cooled?” Harry called out to you, wiping his hair with a towel as he walked through the hallway. He had just gotten home from Quidditch practice, resting in just a regular pair of black sweatpants now that he’d showered.

“I dunno,” you mumbled, poking the dough. “I can poke at it?”

“Let me see,” he said, tossing the towel in a spare bin as he walked to the kitchen. His hands wrapped around your waist as he leaned over you, squeezing it gently. “I think that you’ll have a rather nice batch of gingerbread cookies by tonight.”

“Really?” you asked, a wide smile on your face.

“I believe so.” he smiled, kissing your cheek as he moved to unwrap the dough. You moved to sit on the counter, watching him roll it out and press the gingerbread shapes into it.

“How long do they take to cook?” you asked.

“About eight to ten minutes,” he hummed, leaning down just a bit as he placed them on the cooking rack. “You’re going to decorate them, right?”

“Why, of course.” you smirked, hitting a dramatic pose as you said it. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“I’ll make you some icing.” he said softly, pressing down the cookie cutters into the dough. “It’ll take about five minutes.”

“I love you.” you whispered, smiling softly at him.

“Love you too.” he whispered, looking up at you with that classic smile of his. “Kiss?”

“Kiss.” you agreed, pushing out your lips and making a dramatic kissing noise.

Harry chuckled loudly at that, putting the cookie cutter down as he moved to cup your face. His lips met yours happily, gently moving against the ridges that made up your mouth. “I love you.”

“And I love you.” you giggled, kissing his nose.

“Well, I love you more.” he said, hands squeezing your waist gently. “Did you think about that?”

“Maybe.” you said, making a thinking expression before shaking your head. “But I don’t think so.”

“No?” he asked.

“Nope.” you verified.

“Love, I’m making you chocolate chip cookies.” he laughed softly, looking into your eyes like they were the only thing in the world.

“Well I’m sitting here as motivation.” you said, nodding as if your logic made perfect sense. It really didn’t make any sense, but he was willing to run with it if it made you happy.

“Alright then,” he whispered, kissing your lips. “But I need to put these in the oven.”

“Why, of course.” you said, nodding your head.

He chuckled, putting the last of the cookies on the rack. The ingredients for royal icing came next, his hand waving his wand to put the cookies in the oven. He felt your eyes on him as he made the icing, his spatula placing it in the piping bag just as the oven timer went off.

“Hold this.” he said, handing you the icing bag as he grabbed the oven mitts. The gingerbread cookies were absolutely perfect when he pulled them out, the pan resting on the coaster until they cooled down. “Two minutes.”

“Then I can decorate them?” you asked.

“To your heart’s content.” he said, smiling softly at the smile that graced your face.

“Thank you!” you smiled softly, kissing the tip of his nose before pushing his glasses back up. “They’re gonna fall off your face.”

“I need a new pair.” he said softly, smiling at you. “This prescription is old.”

“Old?” you asked him, getting down from the counter so you could properly pipe the gingerbread cookies to your heart’s content.

“Well, they’re my dads,” he said slowly, taking off his glasses to clean with them. “I don’t think he ever changed them either, the prescription absolutely sucks.”

“That sounds like a very him thing to do, based on what Sirius has told us.” you chuckled.

“Very.” Harry smiled, kissing your forehead lovingly. His hands wrapped around you naturally as you began icing, his skin having a sort of crawling feeling underneath it unless he was touching you.

“Can we cuddle after this?” you asked him, your voice soft and sweet as you asked.

“Of course.” he whispered gently to you, kissing your temple lovingly. “Maybe watch a Christmas movie too, or just take a nap.”

“A nap sounds good.” you said, nodding at the idea.

“A nap it’ll be.” he smiled softly.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

thank u all so much for readinggg and also for everyone who interacts and follows and all that jazz! i'm really really sorry i missed yesterday's ficmas, but i think i'll probably be ignoring day two and pretending that it never existed if i'm going to be honest with you

if you have any requests for ficmas, please go ahead and request them! AS ALWAYS, please like, reblog, and comment!!!

[papaya-twinks]

a birthday extra - l.n 🎈

Warnings: Smut, 18+, swearing, threesome, oral (m-receiving), blowjob

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader x Carlos Sainz Jr

The idea to bring Carlos into the bedroom on Lando’s special day was probably one of the best ideas you’d had. And you could tell your boyfriend was excited - less at the prospect of having to share you, more the fact that he had someone who in his worsts, he had the ‘smallest crush’ on.

“I mean, just to clarify, she’s still my girl,” Lando said, walking beside Carlos as the Spaniard rolled his eyes. “No shit, mate, you’ve mentioned a few times,” he sighed as Lando held your hand, watching you walk in front of him.

“What? No, I haven’t even mentioned it,” Lando mumbled, lying clearly, as you opened the door. They’d both taken you to a restaurant, had you all fed and nice, ready for them, as you opened the door, immediately pulled into Lando’s arms as the door shut.

“Pair of rabbits,” Carlos laughed, watching Lando’s tongue immediately slip into your mouth, his hands all over you, fiddling with the zipper of your dress. “Fuck,” Lando groaned, the zipper pulling off into his hand, ripped from the dress. “You’re so clumsy,” you giggled, walking to the bedroom upstairs as Carlos followed.

Lando positioned you how he wanted - on your back, your head over the edge of the bed, and legs spread apart, the dress now with a big rip down the back, from where Lando had forcefully removed it, now the zip was broken.

“Mmm,” you hummed, the feeling of the pad of Lando’s finger on your core making you moan slightly. Your cunt ached as he pulled his fingers away, a whine in your lips. “Didn’t even wear panties,” he tsked, “she’s a slut, isn’t she, Carlos?”.

The Spaniard nodded, leaning down to press a kiss to your jaw, unbuckling his own belt as Lando slid his fingers into your core, easily with the help of your heat. “Oh, fuck,” you moaned, back arching, your nose brushing Carlos’ thigh in the process.

“Gonna keep still, okay?” Lando said, “and rmember, if you want to stop, kick me or somethin’,” Lando said, watching as Carlos pulled his trousers down, his cock springing hard and thick. It was the slightest bit shorter than Lando’s, but thicker - harder to fit into your mouth, basically.

“Open,” Carlos said, his hand in your cheek as you opened your mouth, gasped at the feeling of his tip on your tongue, heavy and throbbing, his dick twitching at the feeling. “Fuck,” he groaned, pushing in, the bulge in your throat growing as his dick stretched through your mouth.

“She’s got a good mouth, no?” Lando smirked, pushing his own tip against your clit, circling your bundle of nerves teasingly, running through your folds, collecting your juices on his head. “Fuckin’ perfect,” Carlos groaned, “gotta say, I’m f-fucking jealous,” he panted, bottoming out in your throat.

At the same time, Lando had bottomed out in your cunt, leaning forward to press a kiss to your jaw. You gasped for breath as Carlos pulled out, his finger wiping a line of salvia from your lips, his head resting on your shoulder, Lando’s dick twitching inside of you.

“Look at her,” Lando smirked, watching as Carlos pushed back into your throat, slowly moving in and out, “so fuckin’ full of us, isn’t she?”. Carlos groaned, humming as he felt himself bulging in your throat, his hand coming to rest on your neck, feeling how his cock slid onto your tongue.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ cum,” Lando groaned, his hands resting on either side of your hips, Carlos’ hand on your neck and the other on your shoulder. “Feels more like it’s her birthday,” Lando snickered, his hips picking up pace, his hands moving to push your knees back, out of his way as his hips snapped against you.

You could feel Carlos speeding up too as you gagged, your orgasm hitting, and another building up just as quickly, as Lando’s thrusts became sloppier, his hands resting on your hips, Carlos pushing your hair out your face, your eyes rolling as you came again, just before Lando pushed himself all the way into you, bottoming out as he came, his cum coating your thighs.

You moaned against Carlos, gasping as he pulled out, his cock hanging over your head as his seed spilled onto your cheek and jaw, your cheeks flushed red, pupils dilated, like you were drunk on the feeling of their cocks.

Both men were silent for a few seconds, watching as you regained breath, your chest moving up and down rapidly. “We gotta do that again sometime,” Carlos groaned as Lando shrugged. “Maybe,” he said, “but, like, she is my girl and-,”.

“I know!”.

[charcoaldustonmyfingers]

Biblically accurate Leonardo! Real red eared sliders look like they have a little cat smile and stick their noses straight up in the air, it’s so cute! They are also very square looking, with boxy little heads and shells. I think you can tell the ball python inspiration in his head shape here tho, I’ve drawn a lot more snakes than turtles in my time lol

Real turtles’ shoulders are actually fused to a shoulder girdle formed by their shoulder blades and collarbone within their shells, so their arms kinda stick out elbows up and aren’t super flexible. Being mutated, the brothers would have flexible shoulders and independent bones in there, but I think they’d still have the thinner skin and soft scales around their necks, shoulders, and thighs that allows them to tuck into their shells and on their outer arms and calves I think they’d have much thicker scales to protect those soft parts.

They probably can’t fully fit into their shells due to their mutation, but I think the idea of them still being able to pull their heads in like a seal is quite funny.

Imagine swinging a sword at him and his head just goes “swoop!”, and then all there is is his nose poking out and he’s glaring at you all huddled in his shoulders. If I was a Foot Soldier I’d incapacitate myself just from laughing, no fighting needed.

[Raphael] [Donatello] [Michelangelo] [Extended Family]

[coquitokisses]

Alex Summers Headcanons

I wanted to do this because I was rewatching the x-men movies a few days ago and I’m in love with this man and it’s so sad that he died in the movies 🥲 (and how they just MOVED ON? So upsetting)

But anyways, here are the headcanons lol

Alex is definitely a really good boyfriend

I feel like he would be more extroverted than you

He would do absolutely anything to make you smile

He would definitely sing songs out loud with you, it doesn’t matter if it’s a “girly” song, if you like it, he probably will too and he will sing it with you

And even if he doesn’t like it at first, you listen to it so much that he ends up kinda liking it too

He makes you dance with him while you’re cooking

I don’t know why, but I kinda feel like he listens to rap/hip hop???

And he gets you into it too so now you’re both having carpool karaokes

He’s a goofball

And I feel like he’s very flirty too

Not the most romantic when it comes to gifts or dates, but romantic with words

He loves complimenting you

He always comes up with the silliest/funniest pickup lines

“I ain’t gonna lie, girl, I haven’t had candy in a while but you’re thicker than a snicker.”

And he’s so immature sometimes..

“Are you a squirrel? Because you can have deez nuts!”

You roll your eyes laughing. “You’re insane.”

Calling each other “dude” and “bro”

Simple dates. Just watching a movie at home or even just going to eat ice cream

“Last one to get to the door has to do the dishes.” And then both of you slamming the car door to rush to open the front door

He wins most of the time

He’s a tease

But he hates being teased

He’s an ass guy but whenever he gets a chance to grab a handful of your boob, he will definitely do it

He calls you funny nicknames (whether they’re from your name or invented by him) just to piss you off.

You don’t really get pissed off at the nicknames, you get pissed at him for saying them so many times

He’s a night-in kinda guy

Playing sports with him (I feel like he would either play baseball or basketball, idk why lol)

He’s a big spoon but he loves when he’s little spoon

Back and head scratches!!!!

Every. Night.

He demands them

It makes him fall asleep so fast

He’s the one who makes breakfast almost all the time

He squeezes your hand three times (or your arm, or your thigh, whatever he has closest to his hand)

“You’re my everything, you know that?” Accompanied with a kiss on your hand

“You say that to all your other girls?” You joke tilting your head a little

“Yup.” He nods “But you’re my favorite.”

You laugh. “Of course I am.”

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ .

masterlist

more hcs? part two? or nsfw version? 🤷🏻‍♀️

A/n: I kinda wanna do this with different characters now (not just x-men, in general) should i do it? 🫠

Likes and reblogs will be appreciated!

[sabinemorans]

Nightly Fantasies

Aemond x Aegon (Aegond) fic

Word count: 1765

NSFW Warnings: targcest, dominant Aemond, submissive Aegon, male breeding fantasy, some humiliation, praise

It would be bold of his half sister-probably too bold-but it wasn’t impossible. More than likely it was his Uncle who had sent this person. It was much more his style.

He lay there pretending to still be asleep as he listened closely to hear the movements of the shadow. He kept his breathing even but also shifted a bit. Even going so far as to softly groan to sell the illusion. After his grown he thought he heard a soft whine-peculiar.

His bed dipped a bit with weight. The sheets and quilts covering him were hoisted up just enough for a body to slip in beside him. A hand he knew so well cupped his cheek, the one with the scar and a warm, naked body pressed his side.

Aemond let go of the dagger and wrapped his arm around his brother, who eagerly pressed even closer; his already semi hard cock rubbing against his thigh.

“What’s your excuse this time?” Aemond whispered, firmly but not unkindly, his long fingers tangling in Aegon’s hair.

Aegon groaned fussily and pressed his nose to Aemond’s neck. He breathed in deeply and his greedy hands roamed all over Aemond’s chest before one slid down to cup a lower cheek.

“Now now, use your words. You don’t smell of drink so I know you can.” Aemond pressed a few kisses to Aegon’s hairline, the action so sweet it made the other’s cock twitch in need. The younger brother smiled.

“Had a dream,” the older brother nearly whined, his hand squeezing the ass cheek in his hand. “Woke up hard and I rubbed it but it wasn’t enough…I needed you…”

Humming in a pleased manner Aemond brought his other arm around Aegon and pulled him half on top of him, so his thigh was between Aegon’s.

Aegon whimpered and automatically began to rut against Aemond’s muscular thigh. All his hours of sword swinging and dragon riding had toned his already lean body to have hard muscle. Aegon was softer around the middle due to drink and bouncy in the behind from sitting all day. The difference between them always excited Aemond, just another funny joke of fate’s to make the younger brother taller, stronger in mind and body and the older-now the *King* of the realm, shorter, softer, and easily maneuvered by the younger. Despite the abuse he had suffered at Aegon’s hands when they were younger and his own volatile feelings during the day Aemond loved his brother. When this…had started between them, it had almost felt like a way to make up for their past, Aemond would take it. Anything to feel the love they both craved.

Aemond let him go at it for a few minutes, his eyes still closed as if he really was too tired but that smirk was on his face. The one that Aegon said made him look like a mischievous feline. He didn’t moved at all until Aegon began to pant his name in between the word for please in High Valyrian. Aegon knew very little that was appropriate for the day time in High Valyrian. Aemond’s smirk deepened.

“There now,” he purred, finally opening his eyes and blinking to adjust his eyes to the dim light, He gripped the soft skin above Aegon’s hips and lifted him up so he could straddle his cock instead of his thigh. Aegon let out a whorish moan and kept rutting. He could see Aegon’s desperate look only a little but it made his longer, thicker cock throb at the sight.

“Is that what you wanted my dear love?” Aemond cooed, voice calm even as his breath was quickening. Their cocks were slick with Aegon’s freely leaking precum and it felt so fucking good his control was hanging on my a thread. For now he would just grip Aegon’s hips and rock their cocks together randomly.

“Not,,,not enough,” Aegon panted, leaning down further, his head now bowed towards Aemond’s shoulder to rub together harder.

“Oh? Did you need something specific?” There was only one thing, one thought or one fantasy that would get Aegon this riled up. Aemond felt his own cock start to leak. He suddenly gripped Aegon’s throat and squeezed, forcing his movements to stop.

Despite the dark he knew they were making eye contact and their dicks twitched in unison. “Tell me…tell me what you wish. It’s my duty to give you what you command to the best of my ability.”

Aegon’s answering moan was deep in the back of his throat. A raw, primal need. “I want-I *need* your child inside me.”

And the control Aemond had suddenly snapped, as Aegon knew it would. Aemond’s answering kiss was forceful and Aegon melted into it, allowing the other’s tongue into his mouth with relish. Aemond sucked on his tongue hard and then pushed him off.

It was easy to get Aegon into his favorite position. Sometimes Aemond thought Aegon enjoyed being fucked prone because of the way it made him feel helpless. At the mercy of his bigger, meaner, *younger* brother. One day he’d make him admit it.

Aemond reached into the nearest drawer for the jar of thick stuff he used to pleasure himself sometimes. That was what the maester’s only assumed it was for when he asked for it, they didn’t know it was also used for their new king to be prepared for cock.

Aegon was moaning openly, the pillow nearly strangled to death under his fists as Aemond massaged the stuff around his hole and began to press inside, Aemond hummed appreciatively as he bent to watch, pressing kisses to one cheek.

“Such a good boy Aegon…taking it so good. A bit tight though aren’t you? Perhaps you need more regular practice…” When Aegon moaned and pressed himself further on his slender finger Aemond grinned and give the soft ass cheek a harsh nip. “More practice it is.”

He kept up a delicate balance of soft humiliation and praise as he prepared him. Once three fingers had the King popping his ass up in need, his knees wide open but his cock still against the sheets Aemond nipped at the opposite cheek and then pulled his fingers out. He placed his heavy cock against the loosened hole and Aegon had a fully body shiver.

“You’re ready now aren’t you? Mmmm yes I can feel it…” Aemond leans down, kissing and licking up Aegon’s spine before nuzzling his nape clear of hair and giving it a kiss. He kisses it more, slowly, sucking softly and then biting just hard hard to leave little indents but not a bruise. “You’re a bitch in heat, and I’m going to give you what you crave,” he whispers, before pressing his wide tip inside.

Aegon clenches around him but then relaxes, knowing exactly what he has to do. “Gods,” he whimpers, “so good…nothing like it…more…?”

The sweet little question mark at the end made Aemond’s heart flutter and he pressed in further, his naked chest now against Aegon’s naked back fully and the skin on skin contact had them both groaning in pleasure. It wasn’t long before Aemond was fucking deep inside Aegon, his cock now sliding easily in and out, the his tip nudging that special spot that didn’t seem to have a name despite Aemond’s anatomical research. When he pushed it even further his fat tip slammed into it and Aegon had to have his face pressed into the feather pillow to quiet him.

“Shhhhhhh!” Aemond hissed between heavy pants. “Don’t want the guards to hear you do you? Don’t want the white cloaks knowing their King wishes he could carry a child do you? Mmm…we are gods though aren’t we? Perhaps the ancient blood magic in our veins will make it possible somehow…”

Aemond was in that frenzy he entered when he was close to spilling. Aegon was panting, mumbling with delirious happiness. He had cum already from the tightening Aemond has felt during a particularly rough few thrusts perhaps a full hour ago. Though Aemond may have better stamina Aegon could certainly take it.

“Yes, please,” Aegon panted, looking back at Aemond with that slack mouthed, near fucking *drooling* with pleasure look that drove Aemond crazy. Even if tomorrow Aegon called him names in front of his knights Aemond would think back to this moment and let it roll off him. Or perhaps he’d remember it, and use it against Aegon the next time this happened.

“Breed me, Aemond,” Aegon Targaryen’s second of his name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Protector of the Realm begged of his brother. His hands reaching behind him to spread his ass cheeks wider and allow the cock inside at a dizzying angle for them both.

Aemond nearly bit off his own tongue trying to stifle his cry as he came, pressing as far as he could go inside Aegon and spilling everything he had. He collapsed on top of Aegon, who with a few more thrusts cried out into the pillow again as he spilled more onto the sheets. They throbbed in near unision, Aegon’s pulses causing his hole to tighten at the base of Aemond’s cock, milking him more.

It took awhile before their breathing returned to anything nearing normal, and Aemond pressed his lips close to Aegon’s ear before he pulled out. “You may call me your loyal hound, my King, but you’re my bitch in heat aren’t you?”

Aegon whined, nodded, and seeming to know Aemond would ask for words he whispered his assent in their mother tongue.

Aemond licked at the bite he’d given him on his neck, Then moved to the side to settle back in to sleep as the twilight of the early morning began to chase away the dark of the night.

“I must…get back to my chambers…” Aegon mumbled, half asleep already it seemed. Aemond pulled Aegon against his chest, spooning around him protectively and placing one hand on how softly rounded lower stomach. “no need…my door is barred. You can leave through the passage you came. Don’t worry, my dear, dear love. Our secret is safe.”

Aegon was snoring already. Aemond smiled, and fell asleep quickly. In the morning…they would try breeding again. He’d heard it was more likely to take the more you tried.

[the-anime-enthusiast]

izuku midoryia’s type in women PLEASEEEE🙏🙏

OFCC!! Sorry for taking so long, in my last post I explained why I've been on an unofficial hiatus but yeah 😭 I got u!!

IZUKU MIDORIYA - type in women

PHYSICAL 🤸‍♀️

bro DOES NYYYAT care, literally at all. I think everyone has their preferences, him too ofc, but he's him guys. The ratio from hips to waist is NOT what bros laying attention to, but ofc I'll still give you my opinion.

SUN KISSED BADDIES you got that like sunburn across your cheeks? he's going crazy. like legitimately. I don't think he would be able to handle his feelings. he'd probably pass out from a blood pressure spike.

He likes them brown haired girls 😔 and brown eyed girls 😭 (song reference) He honestly doesn't care Abt details like that, he'd date anyone, but he def compares his love life to shoujo series and he stays seeing those dark haired baddies.

ass tits thighs personality ✅ he's fs a personality man but let's bffr, every guy has there thing....height, hips, and arms. He likes his girls shorter than him 🙂 (around 5'2? not too short tho cuz then he gets weirded out) He LOVES dem hips. Yk whenever a girl has that natural dip in her hips, it kinda looks like those donut stack toys babies play with? (random comparison I js can't think of anything) HE LOVES THAT SH!!T. He's def secretly crazy for thick hips, like when u got some fat around them. Loves it 100%

okay...so the whole arms thing...he likes girls who have thicker arms...and not rly a muscle kinda thick, more like an auntie thick when you got that little folded skin hanging over the elbow. Bros specific, and bros a lil weird Abt it. He would NEVER admit it out loud, but it's like a creepy fetish for him. He would js never actually be creepy Abt it tho cuz yk, HE HAS COMMON DECENCY. (Unlike some guys 🙄)

When I say he's not picky, I MEAN he is not picky. It's giving very much Yuji Itadori and that one girl that he was like "yeah it would be her" (very mindful, very sweet, very wholesome, very demure) Slim, Thick, Skinny, Midsize, Plus size, All size, Morphing Size (idfk im running out of sizes and you never know with those quirks man)

MENTAL 🧠

if ur a mean ass bitch you can get TFFF OUUUTTT bro does NOT stand for that sh!t 🙅‍♀️ tbh i dont think he'd be picky when it comes to personality but he doesn't stand for someone who has room for hate in their heart, even after everything hes been through. I'm not gonna sit here and be like "oh he's a sweet cinnamon roll 🥺" like bffr, but he won't even look in your direction if you're a "hater"

He generally wants someone sweet, or just nice in general. like ochaco (no I'm not shipping them, she's just really nice and the best charcter to describe his preferred personality to)(did you see her with toga? shes a sapphic queen guys bffr) He wants someone who cares TREMENDOUSLY, like he does. Kindness is what gets his attention, being a good soul and good spirit, someone he can match wave lengths with mentally.

A strong mind and determination. (bkdk reference) (I'm joking) He knows exactly where he wants to be in life, even if his idea of that is a little messy, so he likes whenever someone has the same drive he does, natural will to be good. He wants someone mentally tough and ready to face the world for what they believe, as long as they know in their heart it's what they want/believe. (all might reference)

RANDOM 🎉

He rly likes girls who can draw 😭 He thinks it's the coolest thing ever and it makes it so easy for his partner to get him gifts bc he'd melt if he got a personalized drawing of him and his fav heros 😭

LOVE LANGUAGE - physical touch

he's not huge on pda (he gets rly embarrassed, not in a embarrassed of you way, more of a, im shy and feel like my face is going to explode, kinda way) but he loves sweet little acts of physical touch. Whenever he's stressed or really anxious holding hands melts all his worries away.

LOVE LANGUAGE -quality time

bro fr js wants to be next you. he loves little cheesy dates (amusement park and sharing crepes)(manga reference) but yeah, just cheesy things like that.

Really likes nerdy girls (very big on matching energy if you can't already tell) like js geek out with bro and he'd die for u istg.

Play a damn board game with this kid, Jeezus Chrysler. Whip out monopoly and you'll have his attention till he rots in fictional jail. He actually REALLY sucks at board games but refuses to ever stop playing them. Jenga? He can't even set the blocks up without knocking them over. Uno? He forgot what the word uno was. I mean literally say there stuttering trying to remember what word he's supposed to say.

BUY THIS KID SHOES. He doesn't know why...but it's one of his favorite gifts to receive. He loves trying them on and showing them off to you. He also gets rly geeked out over custom fan shoes. (think like those Hercules sandals from the Hercules movie) He knows it's cringe. He doesn't care. He has display racks for all of them on his wall.

OMG I FINISHED WRITING IT HOLY SH!T I DIDNT THINK I WOULD I js pulled all of these he out MY BEHIND BRO it's midnight I'm dead ASF, I have that convention in 2 days, shizzz wild rn. Pls lemme know what u think!! I've never been a HUUGHERE Deku fan, I kinda js appreciate his character, but I think this is pretty cutesy, how tf do u spell that. Anyways, yeah. This was fun. BYEYYEYEYEHEHEHEHEHEYYTEYRYTRYYR

[tojisun]

you on my lips

avatar!jake sully x fem human!reader

!! smut - minors dni; size kink; fingering; thigh fucking (central ‘plot’ point); hinted age gap; so much petnames; no actual penetration sorry about that teehee // 2.7k words

: a1 jake is making ‘notha appearance because i luv him so much; i genuinely forgot that avatars cant breathe human air or smthn so i may have fucked up the setting so ignore that; just jake being so in love with you n fucking ur thighs <333 hope u guys would like this!!; title is from taco truck - lana

jake presses your bare legs together, watching the way your plush flesh dimple at his touch, before folding them to your front, quiet hums of praises rolling off his lips when you follow his lead, your tensed legs turning into jelly – so malleable to his touch. 

you press your face on the inside of your arm, avoiding his eyes, feeling shy at how easily he could manhandle you. you feel so exposed like this; so vulnerable in his arms. he is so much bigger than you now, so much stronger. there is a pooling desire expanding in the pit of your stomach at the realization, overwhelming all of your senses, because you love this.

you love the feeling of being helpless in his arms; the feeling of having someone be in control of yourself – your desires, your pleasure, your body. 

a quiet whimper makes it past your lips and it is too humiliating to acknowledge because jake has yet to even do anything but here you are, a weeping wreck of crazed arousal. you are sure that with his new heightened senses, he could probably smell the want rolling off of you. 

you hear jake click his tongue. “don’t hide from me, sweetheart.”

you shake your head, your breath hitching when jake presses close, his pelvis rutting against your ass. even through your lace panties and jake’s loincloth, you can already feel his erect cock, hard and heavy and long. you bite off a pleading sigh that threatens to spill from your lips, still feeling shy at having your body contorted to jake’s command. 

you jump when a resounding smack lands on the back of your thigh, your skin stinging from the sudden slap.

“jake!” you cry, looking at him with a pout and a feeble glare. 

jake just grins at you anyway. “finally looking at me?” he rubs at your stinging skin, offering comfort.

you sniff, wanting to look away again just to spite him, but jake looks so beautiful, you are sure that not even eywa can force you to look away from him. 

he is tall and blue and distinctly not a human, but god you can still see the man you’ve loved in this new body he is gifted with. the same smirk, the same lilting voice teasing you without any rest, the same curious eyes.

“what’s got you so distracted, kid?” he asks, his palms kneading the back of your thighs, flicking his gaze between your supple skin and your glinting eyes, looking so enamoured with your smaller being. 

“you,” you whisper, blinking at him. “always you.”

your quiet admission has him inhaling sharply, his teasing touches pausing like he didn’t expect your honesty. 

“yeah?” he murmurs, his gaze focusing on you, pools of amber shining with untapped ferocity. 

you nod, beginning to fidget with your shirt, feeling breathless at the sinking notion that this na’vi warrior before you has successfully caught his prey. 

slowly, like he doesn’t want to spook you, jake’s hands trail lower down the back of your thighs, his thicker and longer fingers teasing the hems of your panties. you bite your bottom lip, anticipation coursing through you, holding your breath when he finally tugs them down, letting them pool around your squeezed thighs.

you whimper as the cool air hits your damp pussy, your tender skin is so sensitive that you can already feel yourself twitching, your clit slowly hardening. jake’s eyes immediately fall to your cunt, amber pupils dilating in hunger, spelling danger. 

delicious danger.

“you smell so good, baby,” jake murmurs, his voice is quiet and rumbling, almost like he is afraid of breaking the mood that is building between you two. 

you choke on your whine but jake doesn’t seem to notice, still enraptured by your cunt; you watch the way his ears flatten onto his skull, his tail thrashing behind him in excitement. you are glad that you have this effect on jake, but you are feeling so desperate. so needy. 

you need him, anything he has to give – his touch, his love. 

“jake, please,” you say, your cheeks burning when he flicks his eyes back to you. 

“shit, yeah,” he replies in a rush, hiking your panties higher from your thighs, to your legs, until he is throwing them somewhere behind him. “need me bad, don’t you, baby?”

you nod, not knowing what else to say, not truly trusting yourself with any more words, afraid that if you were to open your mouth you would just end up whining for his cock. 

jake presses your legs close and folds them to your chest again. one of his hands reaches out to cup your face, rubbing soothing nothings along your cheek, before he is bending down to kiss you.

the kiss is messy, filthy, jake’s wider tongue is forced into your mouth and you moan, not used to the feeling. he lets go of your cheek, warm palm tickling your neck before drifting into the space between you two, teasing touches making you tremble, before he’s finally reached your pussy.

the first touch of his fingers has you keening, the sound reverberating in the kiss and being engulfed whole by jake. you turn your head away, the kiss breaking, as you struggle to breathe properly amidst jake’s teasing touches on your hardened clit. 

“shh,” jake whispers, nosing along your neck. “i’ve barely touched you but look at you squirming.” a satisfied growl ripples from his throat, the sound causing goosebumps to rise along your skin.

“god i missed this – missed you,” he murmurs, two of his fingers playing with your folds, pushing them apart before another finally presses in, sinking knuckle deep.

you choke at how further he can reach into you, your lungs constricting at the feeling. it’s foreign. different. but it’s so damn good.

jake crooks his finger, pressing along your walls, before he’s pulling out and thrusting in again.

“jake,” you sigh. “missed you too.” you are elated at finally being touched but you also know it is not enough. 

you feel his grin on your neck before he’s pulling up to look at you fully. “you’re so beautiful, kid.”

you couldn’t even reply before jake’s adding another finger, the stretch making you gasp, your body jolting in surprise. his fingers aren’t just long, they’re also thicker now, and two of jake’s na’vi fingers easily feel like three. 

you keen, your body trembling at the edging pleasure – they feel too much and not enough at the same time. 

“shit, baby, you just clamped down on me.” he chuckles amidst his fingers curling in your pussy, gliding along your walls with familiarity. “what’d i give to feel this around my cock right now.”

the reminder of jake’s cock has you keening; want and need thrumming along your veins. 

“want that!” you sob, your voice barely even louder than the wet sounds of jake bullying his fingers in your tiny pussy. 

jake clicks his tongue, shaking his head, some of his braids falling from his hair tie to frame the sharp edges of his face. “we can’t, baby girl. no proper lube – you’ll get hurt.” a whine rumbles from his throat like the thought alone hurts him. “don’t want t’hurt you, baby. never.”

you sniffle, nodding even amidst the disappointment coursing through you. “s’okay,” you say. “love you.”

jake smiles, his hand pausing, ripping a disgruntled groan from you, but his ears flick in attention and his tail sways happily anyway. “i love you too.”

you reach a hand to wrap around jake’s wrist, seeing how little you could cover with your palm, before you flick your eyes at him. “more, jake, please. ‘m close.”

jake’s nose twitches, his head dipping to the side in thought. you almost groan and punch him, impatience slowly overpowering the remaining echoes of pleasure thrumming in you, but jake is already moving before you could. wordlessly, he pulls his fingers from your wet cunt and immediately begins to rip his loincloth from his hips.

you know he’s big but nothing could still prepare you for jake’s fully-hard cock, your gasp being engulfed by the low moan that reverberated from the base of his throat. you watch as he continues to touch himself, your chest burning when you realized that he’s using the same hand that had been fucking you.

the sight of jake’s eyes furrowed close, his face warping in pleasure as he continues to fuck his fist, has you clenching on nothing. the reminder angers you, seeing jake being unfair – you haven’t even cum. 

“jake, me too. i wanna feel good too,” you say, sounding petulant even to your own ears. 

jake flicks his eyes to you, his smirk looking more like a snarl. “of course, sweetheart.” he grabs your legs again, pushing them back to your chest, exposing your cunt to him.

“can’t believe i can’t fuck this pretty thing,” he says, swiping a finger along your wet folds.

you hiss at the unexpected touch, glaring at him only for your heart to stutter and excitement to bloom right from the pit of your stomach when you see jake lining himself up between your thighs.

oh.  

“oh,” you repeat out loud, your eyes going wide, your lungs going breathless as a hammering desire flooded over you completely. 

jake hums, looking so animalistic in his excitement as his heated gaze rove over your body before climbing up to meet your eyes. “ain’t this perfect, kid?”

you nod, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth. jake watches, enthralled, when you let go of your spit-slicked lip. 

“very,” you murmur, and you watch as jake trembles at hearing your breathy whimper. 

look at what you do to him.

you watch with bated breath as jake lines himself between your legs. the tremors overtaking your body are just faint but you know he can see just how much you are anticipating this. 

there is something so intimately different with getting your thighs fucked. it feels unusual, odd, but the weight of jake’s cock sliding along your thighs and rutting just above your hardened nub feels too good. it’s a different type of pleasure, a different type of intimacy, but you react just as blissed out as though jake’s burying his cock in your cunt. 

you hiccup, knowing jake could feel the thrum of your arousal, feeding off of it as he continues to hump his cock between your thighs, running the underside of it along your wet folds. 

“jesus, kid,” he groans, his wide hands wrapped around your soft thighs, careful not to squeeze too hard even when he is overwhelmed with pleasure. “how could y’r thighs feel so good ‘round me?”

he grinds his cock along your folds again as he says this, bumping the head of his cock onto your nub, the muted pleasure making your back arch. jake pulls out only to repeat the slide, purposefully hitting your sensitive clit to coax muffled gasps out of you. 

“look at me,” he murmurs, reverence tinging his voice. “c’mon, kid. need t’see y’r pretty eyes.”

you blink up at him, trying to focus your gaze past your wet-clamped lashes to look at jake’s bigger body. he looks so good while he’s in the throes of pleasure: his lips are pulled in a snarl, his teeth gritted together to contain his growls. 

jake’s muscles ripple as he hoists your legs up, exerting effort to push them together after feeling the way you’ve turned putty in his hold, grunting in appreciation when he drives his cock along the meat of your thighs again. 

“there she is.” jake grins when your eyes finally focus on him. “y’should see how y’look, baby. so fucking beautiful. tiny. you could ruin me, y’know that kid?” 

you nod, your voice busy with whispered moans, feeling the ache of having been edged for so long slowly engulf you. 

“jake,” you sob, stretching your arms out to hold onto his wrists. “need more.”

jake curses, his stuttering thrusts returning with vigour. 

“i know baby,” he replies, folding himself over you to plant kisses along your throat. “jus’ gon come on these pretty thighs then i’ll take care of you, yeah?”

he sinks his teeth on the supple of your skin, tearing a startled moan out of you. a particularly rough thrust drags his cock along your cunt again, the wetness of your folds making for a smoother glide. and the sounds, god, it’s all so filthy.

jake detaches his teeth from your neck, running his tongue over the sensitive skin, enjoying just how deep the indents are. you tremble, feeling so lightheaded from the way jake is using you. 

because that’s just it, isn’t it? 

your body, all of it, is for jake’s pleasure. 

“jake!” you squeal, as if the knowledge of being his to use heightened the muted bliss centred on your wet folds. 

“i know, yawne, i know.” his words are murmured on your skin, the na’vi endearment making you jolt. 

yawne. yawne.

“your yawne,” you declare, your quiet voice gathering strength for this. 

you feel jake’s lips smile from where they are pressed on your skin. “yeah, sweetheart. my yawne. mine.”

he pulls himself up, kissing your shoulders, your knees, then your legs as he does so. you two are quiet as he begins to thrust harder, resounding thwap-thwap-thwaps echoing in the space between you two. your hushed whimpers are almost drowned out by jake’s low moans; his warm hands still gripping the flesh of your thighs. 

you reach a hand down to play with your clit, chasing a semblance of jake’s intense pleasure. you are quiet as you do so, but jake’s eyes still snap open, his intense gaze turning to watch you.

allured by his unwavering attention, you flick your nub with your fingers as though putting on a show for him. your chest heaves every time jake’s cockhead bumps with your hand, and he groans at the new feeling, his erratic thrusts turning faster, shorter, choppier. 

“‘m close, sweetheart,” jake utters, his voice ringing loud and startling you.

you peer at him through your lashes. “cum on me, please.”

you didn’t expect your words to finally push him into his orgasm but you watch as jake curses, his body freezing, his back bending forward, before spurts of cum spray between your thighs and to your stomach. 

“fuuuck, sweetheart,” jake moans, his eyes shut close to savour his orgasm. 

you watch as he heaves, breathy moans falling from his lips, before his eyes blink open; his pupils are blown wide, the ambers of his irises having turned into thin rings. you see the way his eyes are unseeing, still dazed out because of his orgasm. 

you giggle despite your delirium, dismissing him to swipe your fingers from your clit to your belly. jake turns, watching you dip your fingers to the splash of cum pooled on your stomach, his eyes dilated in interest when you pull your hand up to spread your fingers apart. his ears flick, ashamed at seeing his seed web around your fingers. 

“jesus, kid,” he says, shaking his head, sounding so winded amidst his disbelief. 

you grin at him as you wipe your hand on your shirt. “my turn, jake.”

jake returns your grin, his body going straight and his tail whipping in excitement. “of course, yawne,” he coos. “i didn’t forget.”

jake pulls his cock out, tiny shivers wracking his body at the overstimulation, before he inches away from you. you watch with bated breath as he bends down, pulling your legs apart as he does so, and dips his head low. 

he runs his tongue along his teeth, slowly and deliberately. your lips part for a gasp, excitement thrumming in your veins when you realized what jake’s planning to do. 

jake chuckles, shaking his head. “my smart yawne. be careful of my tswin, okay?”

you can only manage a nod, your voice fraying along with your mind. 

“good girl.” then, jake descends on you, his promise ringing in your head.

tagging as requested: @whats-belay <3

[amagellaniccloud]

Ghost NSFW alphabet

Here's a Self-indulgent thing I wrote 'cause this man has me in a chokehold I wish he actually had me in one

Also, I tried my best to make this as GN as possible, if I made a mistake, pls let me know.

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This post contains sexually explicit content. If you are a Minor please respect this rule and scroll past and DO NOT ENGAGE WITH NSFW POSTS. NSFW under the cut

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) I feel like he would fall asleep pretty quickly after sex. I hc that he has some form of Insomnia so I think after he's done with everything, he would bring his s/o water or anything else they wanted but would prefer to fall asleep before cleanup.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) For his own body part: His hands + arms. I think he likes how they make him visibly look strong and intimidating, scaring people off which he'd love and his hands for a similar reason. Plus his hands can also be………… utilized in great ways As for his partner: Probably their waist. I think he's the kind of guy to have a hand around their partner's waist 24/7. Doesn't matter which size, he would just love to hold his s/o close to him in every situation and its also a nice way to show affection

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Amount; probably a lot. I think it depends on where he's coming though, like on your belly; a pretty good amount but inside? probably will empty enough baby maker for the next ten generations as for consistency; I think it is a little thicker than watery but pretty in the middle and Taste (my fav part); a bit sweet but with a salty aftertaste, I think (I just think the taste is so hot idk why)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Brat taming. Not him doing the taming but the one being tamed if you catch my drift. wink wink.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Most likely as experienced as a teenager, so barely. He didn't have enough time after his teen years and didn't really make any real effort to go out and meet someone

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Mating Press: His partner's legs in the air while absolutely annihilating their hole and they become a moaning mess under him would turn him on immensely Back-shots possibly???? anyone with me on this?

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.) He's extremely serious. He might unintentionally do something but for the most part, very serious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Pretty well groomed. He takes good care of his hair, not that there's much. He's blond I'm pretty sure and also white, yeah I don't think he has much hair. BUT, I think he has pubic hair that he keeps trimmed whenever he has the time. Otherwise I think he's pretty hairless in terms of body hair, I'd say he's almost hairless

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Very intimate, he sees sex as an intimate act with his partner. That being said tho, he will like it rough if he's in the right mood for it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) I don't think he masturbates when he can be with his s/o. Like if you are in the army with him and are on deployment at the same time then he wouldn't jack off really. But, if his s/o aren't with him on deployment or even the military, then he would jack off when in the mood.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Size kink Breeding kink some light bondage maybe maybe begging to and I also think he'd be into sub/dom dynamics (dk if that's a kink tho)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Probably in the comfort of his own bedroom. He prefers the darkness and familiarity of it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Any form of intimacy would get him hot and bothered. The man seems very touch starved to me, so if his s/o for examples puts their hand on his inner thigh etc he would get a boner pretty quickly

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Something that would cause any pain to him or his s/o in any capacity. He deals with enough pain and suffering in his job, rather not have it in his love life

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Probably more of a receiver, idk maybe it's his mask but I cannot Imagine him giving most of the time. He'd do it if you'd beg ask tho

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Think snice slow and sensual in the beginning but towards the middle and end, would probably become rougher and would quicken his pace

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Prefers to have sex but, if there isn't time for that, why not?

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Not much of a risk taker, again, he deals with a lot of that at work and would rather not bring it into his sex life.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) I think three, maybe four on some days. He's got good stamina but isn't y'know… Hercules

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Doesn't own toys himself but is open to trying some with his partner

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) I think he'd tease a fair bit, but not too much. Think will enjoy it more if his s/o is easily frustrated and begs for him to do something or stop the teasing

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Pretty quiet. Will let out a lot of groans and a few moans here and there

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) I think he'd like to get his ass eaten more than getting a blowjob. Like his s/o's wet tongue rimming him while stretching his hole and muscly ass while his bent over a couch will drive him crazy

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Think a nice 7 in are hiding in those pants. He's British so maybe uncut? and also pretty thick

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) I think he doesn't have that high of a sex drive bet when he does wanna have sex? He will be a beast in every way

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) I hc that he as some form of Insomnia and sex while relax him, so he'll fall asleep pretty quickly. Especially if he has his partner in his arms

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Hi again, I've got a week 'till college starts and Monsoons are happening which is making me horny. Idk why but rain makes me so horny. ANYWAYS. How was your day, mine was fucking tiring. Also, has anyone reading this ever played the game Rain World? That is literally THE most PERFECT game I've played. It's incredible. If you like open-world games, then definitely check it out anyway, I hope you enjoyed this... have a lovely day, and may you see Ghost from CoD in your dreams (Ik I want to)

[catt-leya]

Haaiii! Lol it’s me again. I also wanted to see if we could get another car sex one!! Those are genuinely my fave. Like the reader giving him oral while he is driving??? Thanks ❤️

04/05

rick grimes x fem!reader

warnings: age gap, degrading, oral sex and my usual smutty stuff

You can't take your eyes off his hands. 

How they grip the steering wheel and the veins pop out.

What he can do with his hands. 

Take a person's life or even press your hip onto the bed while he buries his face between your legs.

His hand slides over the steering wheel and you let out a choked whimper.

"What's wrong?" he suspects nothing and looks at you questioningly from the side. 

Only now you take your eyes off his hands and look at his gorgeous profile.

It doesn't really make it any better that Rick is wearing his beard a little longer now, because it makes him even more attractive than he already is, and you have to be careful not to start drooling.

You bite your lower lip and let your gaze wander over his powerful body, "Nothing. Just keep driving."

His blue shirt bulges over his biceps and he gives you another quick glance before shrugging his shoulders and adjusting himself a bit on the seat.

You squeeze your legs together and suppress a frustrated groan. 

Rick just fucked you this morning and less than two hours later you're already horny for him again.

The good thing is that Rick can keep up with your sex drive, and that's despite being more than twice your age. 

Sometimes it happens that he says something like "Come on, baby. Ride me" when he's really tired and completely worn out, but you're rubbing up against him and always purring that you want him.

Even now, you'd probably just have to ask him to stop for a second and you'd already be astride his lap.

But you still have a long drive ahead of you, so instead you pull your legs up on the seat and turn around to Rick, who gives you another confused look, "What are you doing?"

Sluggishly, you lean over and grab his belt, causing him to jump up in his seat, "Whoa, baby. Just let me pull over for a second, then-"

He's about to slow down, so you give him a little kiss on the cheek and hiss, "No need. Just keep driving."

You undo his belt and slide back a little to dive under his arm and take out his semi-hard cock. 

Chuckling softly, you squint up at Rick, "That was quick."

He risks a quick glance down at you, then sighs in defeat, "Baby, I practically have a permanent hard-on around you."

You fix your eyes back on your target, then breathe, "Good to know."

Lovingly, you kiss his tip, and as you expected, Rick flinches and wrenches it a bit before growling, "Can't I just stop when you're about to suck me?"

You lick over his shaft, "If you stop, I'll stop."

The threat coupled with your tongue makes him moan harshly, "Seriously?"

You take the first few inches into your mouth and growl, "Hmmm."

His thighs tighten under your hands and you notice Rick's cock getting harder and thicker in your mouth.

Sometimes you wonder how he'll even fit inside your pussy without tearing you apart from the inside.

You take as much as you can in your mouth and try to relax your throat to push more of him into your warmth, that's when Rick grabs the back of your head with one hand and pushes you down so hard that your nose hits his thigh and you start to gag.

Your gagging makes his cock twitch and he can barely focus on the road in front of him as he risks a quick glance at your mop of hair and reaches harder for them.

They feel so soft in his rough hands. 

You always feel soft against his body and now that your warm wet mouth surrounds his cock, he would love to stop and not take his eyes off you for a second.

But because he has no other choice, he keeps pressing on the gas and tries to keep his eyes open as he bounces your head on his cock and growls, "Are you so horny for me that you have to act like a whore and can't even wait until we get to the farm to suck my cock?"

You moan with your mouth full and he presses your head harder against himself again. 

He knows how much you love it when he talks to you like this while you're overly horny.

It turns you on when he puts you down, and he'd be lying if he didn't admit that it turns him on too when you whimper and squirm while he can say the worst things to you.

One thing is for sure, he would only do that to make you horny and never because he really considers you a whore. 

You belong only to him and anyone else who even looks at you in a way he doesn't like can see what he is capable of.

As if your life depended on it, you suck on him and dig your fingers into the denim of his pants as you take a heavy breath over your nose and hear Rick's deep moan.

Again and again the tip of his cock presses against your throat and your jaw already hurts from overstretching, but you keep going.

You need his cock in your mouth and his hand in your hair. 

You need his deep growl and his heavy breath. 

Damn, you need everything about him and you can barely think straight.

Again Rick's hips move up and you notice him twitching inside you. 

You know it won't take him much longer and he tugs your head up to gasp, "Are you going to swallow like a good whore does, baby?"

With tears in your eyes, you look up at him and bring, "Yes, sir," from your swollen lips.

Groaning, Rick presses his head against the car seat and you see his Adam's apple jump as he swallows hard, "Good girl" And presses your head back down on his waiting cock.

Eyes watering, you let him fuck your mouth and as his hand are tangled in your hair, you know you have to swallow.

Jerking, he spurts down your throat and the car jerks as he accidentally misses a pothole. Gagging, you try to swallow and can barely catch your breath as he goes deep inside you again through the pothole.

Panting, Rick pulls your head off his cock and you gasp greedily for air, causing the cum you couldn't swallow to run down your lips and chin and drip onto your boobs.

Abruptly, Rick slams on the brakes and stares at you with dark eyes, "Fuck, you've never looked so hot."

Tears decorate your cheeks and his cum plasters your lips and that very sight is so fucking dirty.

Especially because he knows your cunt is dripping wet now, just waiting for him to stick his fingers inside you and show you how fast he can make you cum in that state.

But you just smile at him and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, "Keep driving, Rick."

"You've got to be kidding me," he stares at you in disbelief as you sit back down properly in the passenger seat and purr, "Nope, I just wanted you to fuck my mouth. That's all."

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Double the Love | Part Seven*

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x female civilian!OC Word Count: 2.5k Series warnings (may change between chapters): 18+ Minors DNI, angst, mentions of death, mentions of violence, injury description, explicit sexual content, polyamory, M/M/F, unprotected PinV, multiple orgasms, praise, size difference, basically pure p*rn, silly goofy vibes, branding ((?) not OC), marking

They finish what they started

"Have you guys ever shared a woman?" I find myself saying the question before I can process what I'm really asking.

Simon cocks his head to one side, looking mildly offended. "Why, sweetheart? Do we seem that green?"

I snort out a laugh. This whole situation is hilarious to me, and if I wasn't so turned on, I'd probably have broken into a fit of full-blown laughter by now.

I'm naked, Simon's naked, and Johnny is the only one who's still at least semi-decent.

It blows my mind to think - just a week ago - I thought Simon couldn't stand the sight of me. But now here we are, cuddled up together in bed.

"No," I say in what I hope is a reassuring tone. I reach out a hand, gently cupping the side of his face. "I just wanted to know how you normally do this."

We've moved around since Johnny gave Simon some of the most impressive head I've ever witnessed - a close second to Simon's own performance on me earlier tonight. Now, we're all spooning - my much smaller frame sandwiched between their muscular, scar-flecked ones. I never noticed just how big they are compared to me until now. Not that I'm complaining; far from it. I like being smaller than them. It makes me feel oddly protected.

Johnny's hand brushes a path from my bare waist to midway down my thigh, causing me to grind back against him instinctively. He bites down on a groan to say, "Well, it depends, lassie. Think ye can handle both of us at the same time?"

I gulp.

There are challenges and then there are challenges.

I've seen Simon already and - on his own - he's packing. Based on the impressive tent that I can feel pushed against my backside every time I move, I can tell that Johnny isn't going to be far off. Maybe even thicker.

Johnny chuckles, his hand sliding past me to caress Simon's jaw. "ah' think she's worried, Si."

"With good reason," he replies smugly, visibly preening at the confidence boost.

"Well I'm sorry that I like having use of my legs," I grumble from my spot, caged in between them. It feels almost surreal being here. For once, I'm actually enjoying sex and all the foreplay and aftercare that comes with it. For however long it lasts.

Simon offers me a languid smile, cock twitching against my thigh. "So, what do you want to do, princess?"

I lean in, pressing a kiss to his slightly parted lips. His mouth is deceptively soft, the delicate skin moisturised and plush. He welcomes me in, slipping his tongue past my lips to flick playfully against my own. It feels good; like it's the most natural thing in the world for me to be doing on a random afternoon.

As I pull away, I offer him a bashful look, grinding myself back against Johnny once more. "Maybe... I start with just one of you."

"And see how you feel then, bonnie?" Johnny supplies, hitting dead on the mark.

I nod, trying my best to look coy when I know for a fact exactly what I'm doing. "And, because Si's already got off tonight, I think it should be you, Johnny."

Simon's eyes are heavy lidded as he takes me in, licking his lips slowly. "I agree, darlin'. Lie down against me."

Before I can ask what he means, Simon props himself up against the pillows, erection jutting out proud and heavy. He gathers me into his arms with Johnny's help, manoeuvring me until all of my weight is resting against him, my body positioned between his spread legs. Thick thighs the size of tree trunks hold me in place, bracketing my hips .

Johnny leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips before doing the same to Si. With one hand on his injured side, he gets up from the bed.

I watch as he strips himself down with unbridled confidence, eyes only leaving mine to fall just behind me - undoubtedly looking to Simon. The way that they so casually share in this moment - in me - only gets me even more hot and bothered. By the time he gets back onto the bed, I can barely contain my anticipation; raking my nails along Si's muscular thighs hard enough to leave red, angry marks. I'm sure they're going to sting in the morning, but he doesn't tell me to stop.

"Calm down now, lassie," Johnny says teasingly, settling on his knees between my legs, "or ye won't get to play."

I swallow, letting my head tip back against Simon's chest as a deep chuckle rattles through it. I allow myself to take a moment; committing the harsh, chiselled lines of Johnny's body to memory, storing it away for later when I'm alone. His body is a work of art - a little more padded around the stomach than Simon's but perfect, nonetheless.

And then my eyes catch on it.

A giggle slips past my lips before I can even think about how it might look to them. Running along the ridge of his prominent V-line, just slightly off-centre is a single word written in someone's handwriting. Not Johnny's, so I'll hazard a guess that it's Simon's. A single word; four letters. Mine.

Finally, my eyes dip down to his cock; heavy and hanging under its own weight. That - not so funny.

"Wow, lassie," Johnny says, baby blues glittering with amusement, "way to wreck a man's confidence."

Si snorts out a laugh behind me. "She didn't giggle at me."

"I- I," my mind blanks, eyes drawn again to the tattoo. My cheeks flush with heat. Of course he thought I was laughing at his cock. Of course. "I wasn't laughing at it."

"It?" Johnny looks like he's on the verge of losing it, laughter creeping in at the edges of his words.

My face feels like it's on fire. If anything, they seem to be enjoying this. Like teasing me is their new priority; the seriousness of sex in the rear-view mirror of this conversation.

"I was laughing at the tattoo," I huff, squirming for some friction - any friction that I can find to relieve some of the tension that's built up in me. "Not your dick. Can we fuck now? Please?"

Johnny takes one look at my face - pouting and scowling - and stops. His lips purse together for a long moment and then... he erupts into a roar of laughter. Laughter so strong that he has to steady himself, one hand on Si's leg and the other clutching at his chest. Simon follows suit, ganging up on me and joining in.

I might have found it amusing if I wasn't sitting in my bed, stark naked.

It only pisses me off even more when Johnny's erection - the one that I wasn't laughing at - starts to soften with his raucous laughter. The looming promise of another orgasm starts to slip away, sending a spike of anger through me and...

"If you two won't fuck me," I hiss bitterly, narrow my eyes at Johnny's shaking frame, "I'll find someone else who will."

And that switches the tone.

He straights up, laughter subsiding, and leans in towards me, a smirk playing on his lips. "Really, lassie? Think you can find a man or woman on this Earth who'll do a better job than us?" He presses a kiss to the base of my throat, then another in the valley of my breasts, his words a whisper against my skin. "Who'll worship ye better than us?"

I swallow, my body melting into his touch.

But, now that it's game time, I'm starting to worry about the logistics. It's been so long since the last time I slept with someone, and now there's two of them; huge and raring to go. "Just come up here and kiss me properly."

To his credit, Johnny does as he's told, crawling back up my body to press his mouth to mine. His hands slip up to grip Simon's broad thighs, his lips working against mine in a flurry of heat and passion. I can feel Si twitching against my lower back, making the whole moment even hotter. Knowing that I have the two of them so interested make me feel powerful. In control over two fearsome soldiers, having them hanging off my every word.

Johnny's head dips down, lips about to make contact with my neck again, when I place a hand on his throat - my touch firm and commanding. His eyes meet mine, sparking with fire and something verging on defiance.

My voice is breathy as I whimper, "Are you hard yet?"

Johnny smiles. "For ye, lassie? Always."

I watch on as he notches himself between my thighs, his tip bumping against my clit and sending a sharp jolt of electricity through me. He does it again; the light dancing in his eyes telling me that it's on purpose. I groan, grasping at his backside in an attempt to pull him closer, but he just laughs, easing himself in at his own pace.

I moan at the sensation - the slow, easy burn - and change tac, hands rising to his face to pull him in for a kiss. He slips his tongue past my lips, using it as a distraction from the mild discomfort of his size, until he's seated all the way.

He pulls back from me, forehead falling against mine as he looks down at where we're joined. "Look a'that, Tali. Look at how well ye take me."

I squeeze down on him involuntary, Johnny's hips twitching in response. He hits a spot even deeper inside me and Simon's hand reaches out, falling to my clit. He runs his thumb over it lazily, making a few tight circles that make my jaw drop with pleasure, before falling to the base of Johnny's cock. "He's right, princess," he grumbles into my ear, voice low and gravelly. "You're doing a perfect job."

With Simon's lips pressed against my temple, Johnny pulls out slowly - making sure I feel ever ridge and vein as he drags against my sensitive inner walls. They flutter, missing the warm weight of him.

"Still want this?" he mumbles, accent thickening.

I nod, feeling boneless as he grabs me by the hips, angling my thighs over his to give him a deeper angle.

But, before he dives in, he raises his eyes to mine again and groans, "How do you want it?"

"Hard," I whimper, barely able to make my mouth form words.

With a single nod, he plunges in - sinking even deeper this time. And then he fucks me. Hard and fast and vicious like a rabid animal in a rut. Gone is the tenderness he showed as Simon ate me out. The goofy, silliness when he was messing around. In his place is a madman on a mission.

He fucks me like he has something to prove.

I come embarrassingly fast, screaming at the top of my lungs in a way that makes my throat hoarse. I can vaguely feel my legs shaking, but I can't tell if it's the orgasm or from the sheer power of Johnny's animalistic thrusts.

The whole time, Simon strokes my hair, muttering sweet praises against my hairline. Good girl. Taking him so well. Looking so pretty like this. All for us.

I preen with pride.

And then Johnny slows down. Carefully, he pulls out, slipping out pathetically easily from the slick mess between my thighs. His cock shines in the lamplight of the bedroom. "What do ye think, Tali? Should we let Ghostie play?"

My legs tremble as I reach a hand up to brush a stray lock of hair away from my face. I know without even looking that my mascara is probably smeared all around my eyes. I probably look like a fucking panda.

But I can't bring myself to care. I want them. Both of them. Now.

"Do you think he deserves it?" I answer teasingly, surprised that I still have the energy to talk. My brain is wrapped in a cloudy hazy, capable of very little thought as it desperately awaits my next orgasm.

Simon growls against my back.

Before I can turn around, I'm being thrown around like a ragdoll - manhandled onto his lap so that I'm facing him. The blunt head of his cock prods at my entrance, slipping in with no resistance. I bite my lip to suppress a moan.

Gently, he runs his thumb along my lower lip, freeing it from between my teeth. "Don't do that. You'll hurt yourself, love," he scolds tenderly, like he's not inside of me.

I hover over him, wanting nothing more than to sink down and ride until I find my pleasure. But I find myself looking back over my shoulder at Johnny. "What about you?"

The Scotsman snorts out an amused laugh. "Don't worry about me, lassie. May ah'?"

I nod eagerly and wait. Taking me by surprise, he slots his cock between my arse cheeks. "There," he says with confidence. "ah' can come like that, right on yer pretty little arse."

I swallow thickly, feeling my pussy clench again. By the strained look on Simon's face, he felt it too.

Fed up of waiting, I drop down, letting myself bounce on Simon's lap; his hands forming a vice-like grip on my thighs to help with my movements. True to his word, Johnny thrusts against me, keeping pace.

Before long, I can feel myself coming again. The sudden spurts of wet warmth against my bum and lower back are enough to tell me that Johnny is as well. His strong, masculine groans fill my ear as my head lolls back, resting against Johnny's shoulder as Simon grunts. A sudden voice crack has me snorting out a single laugh; all that I can manage before the breath is punched out of my lungs.

Steely and silent, Simon speeds up with his thrusts - his habit of being a man of few words evidently carrying over to the bedroom.

"Fuck," he grumbles, his voice sounding more like a whine, "I'm gonna pull out."

"Stay in," I whine, clawing at his shoulders. By the end of this, he's going to look like a tiger. "IUD."

His arms lift up to wrap around my waist, pulling me in for a bearhug and anchoring me against the vicious snapping of his hips. I can't help but hope that he finishes soon, because I can't come again and overstimulation is starting to set in.

Just as the pleasure bites at a point of pain, he roars out. The arms banded around me turn to solid steel, holding me still as he comes. And comes. And comes.

How does Johnny cope with this?

Finally, it ends. Si releases me from his grip, setting me down on the bed as I flop down onto my back, completely boneless. He presses a chaste kiss to my forehead as Johnny flops down beside me, equally as spent.

I'm waiting for Si to join us when the bed shifts, his weight leaving the mattress. I lift my head to see what he's doing, finding him buck-naked as he strolls towards the bedroom door. A pathetic whine leaves my mouth when I try to ask him where he's going.

Still, he turns back the bed, an amused smile lighting up his usually stoic and reserved face. "Relax, sweetheart. I'm just getting something to clean us all up."

Satisfied, my head drops back against the pillows.

a/n: hey guys! long time, no see :) I hope you've enjoyed part 7 - you've waited for it long enough. what do you guys want to see from our three lovebirds next? - much love and hope to see you all again very soon, lapetitelapin

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Enver Gortash HEADCANONS

NSFW at the bottom, below the ()()()

+18 MDNI SEXUAL CONTENT

CONTENT WARNING: relationship headcanons, arranged marriage in some, manipulation, established relationship.

*Orange means that particular sentence/piece is CANON but the rest is a headcanon.

ᏵꝊ𐌓𐌕𐌀𐌔𐋅ᏵꝊ𐌓𐌕𐌀𐌔𐋅ᏵꝊ𐌓𐌕𐌀𐌔𐋅ᏵꝊ𐌓𐌕𐌀𐌔𐋅ᏵꝊ𐌓𐌕𐌀𐌔𐋅

Gortash definitely doesn’t mind being a shit bag. But I think if he took a partner, he would just be manipulative emotionally but not physical. Like he chose a partnership and you just have to put up with some dumb fucking consequences of being in love, that's just how it is. I don’t think he’d shower you in gifts if he loved you but when he gave you something to cherish, it’d be personal, solemn, beautiful. Like him.

If it was arranged, he wouldn’t bat an eye, status is status. He’d only see you as an arm piece. He’d take you to dinner occasionally to check up on you. He would shower you in gifts at the wedding ceremony. For show of course, so your family, friends, patrons, and acquaintances knew you were in cushy hands.

I think Enver’s hands would always been warm. They’re calloused, warm, thicker, comforting when they held your face or braced your thighs. You would put lotion on his hands every night before bed because, you know, you care about him.

He is the man to take the same soap bar he uses on his body for his face, but this is medieval so him washing his face is high maintenance, comparatively. You only suggest he use rose water after he shaves as not to leave irritating skin patches. It makes him smell very sweet.

You are as soft as butter and he is a large man with a delicate hobby like baking, figuratively. His brutish in personality, is shrouded in fancy clothes and ugly ass shoes. But he can talk as calmly as a lake, and comfort you with honeyed words. You are capable of finding solace in him sometimes, if he lets you unburden yourself.

If it’s an arranged marriage, he will listen to your sorrows and complaints when he has time. Other times he’ll say “my dearest, I have not the time for your tears today.” Which breaks your heart. He's yours potentially forever, and he won't carry your burdens like you attempt to with his.

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NSFW HEADCANONS

He gives me very much the same energy as Raphael. Complete bottom. Probably not that good at fucking but he’s got some girth. Girth matters more than length, pls be honest with yourselves.

Not usually on top unless he’s teasing you a lot beforehand. He fucks loud too, verbally and from your bodies crashing over and over against each other.

Like Raphael has Harleep bc he’s a narcissist and they’re sent there by Mephestopheles to distract him. Gortash has you because you’re capable and seen as an equal. Whether you’re the nicest person on earth or the crudest bitch. If you can swindle like him, he sees something beautiful in that.

I think he’s loud and unapologetic during sex. He knows what he wants too and can voice is. He’s the “oh great heavens!” Type too.

Sometimes is a quickie-person, when he yearns for better company at night he removes himself from his workshop and walks to his room to have honey-sweet love, not fuck.

If you’re arranged marriage melds into more, I think he could be fixed. Very. Very. Slowly. You like to walk to the deep cragged shore of Wyrm’s Rock and watch the ocean and pet the moss. He doesn’t get it even if you have a reason to love being by yourself. You ponder harder about the timelessness of nature and the ebb and flow.

He fucks you soft and slow next time, taking the time like you do. He wants to know his partner, he really does. He uses it to stare into your eyes as they flutter from pleasure, he wants what you have. A soul so malleable yet it always know what it is deep down. It’s always whole.

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