#i feel like they would taste like gummy candies

[baphofemme]

2000s imac computers look so yummy

[technikki]

just want you to know I want to eat your art style. I want to chew it. love and light 💕

HGFDFG thank you!!!!!!!!! one of my favorite compliments i pride myself on the edibility of my art <3

[rebelssvy]

kiss it better ✧.*

bakugo x reader ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

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part one! link here

summary: part one just kissing, this is smutty. bakugo frat guy but he’s lowk bipolar and a woman pleaser

here you were, after a quick trip to the bathroom to clean yourself up, you stood in front of a random frat guys bedroom at a random party you despised being at. your anticipation was overwhelming as you for him to come to the door. as he opened the door you walked in, a complete stranger to him.

��a part of me didn’t think you would show, but then i remembered you rubbing against me like you were my bitch” he laughed out as he closed the door, you didn’t watch him as he walked behind you. thinking of a quick remark to catch him off guard.

“that’s funny because all i remember is you saying that i could be a problem for you,” your words poured out like venom. ignoring the need in between your legs. you stared straight ahead as he walked towards you. he was behind you now, you felt his chest-his buldge, press up against your backside. before he moved around and cleared a way for a spot on your neck. pushing any hair or fabric you had to leave him a spot to kiss on.

“seems like you can’t resist me.” you said as his head dipped between your shoulders, kissing and licking at your skin.

“maybe i can’t.” he said, boldly lips still against your skin. you expected him to insult you, make you feel lesser then him. but it never came. he pulled away before making you face him.

“what’s your name baby?” he asked you while his hands traveled your body, his head going back to its spot on your neck. his tongue sucking and checking on you like candy.

“y/n, and i didn’t know you were such a gentleman”

“i can be… but i can also fuck you like your my fucking slut. which way do you want y/n? wanna be my bitch? or my slut?” he watched as you buffered before picking you up and throwing you on his bed. “i need an answer baby before i make you feel good. please gimme an answer baby.” he begged while he grabbed at his bulge hidden underneath his pants.

“i didn’t know assholes like you-“ he cut you off with a soft kiss, lingering. lacking of lust, only love.

“stop pretending like you hate me and let me make you feel good baby.” making quick work of both of you, your clothes found the floor and you were fully vulnerable to him. you gasped at his body, he was huge in every way.

“my name is bakugo by the way.” he said while looking you up and down. “and i know i was rude to you earlier but i fully intend on taking you on a date after this.” he said while flipping your body into a missionary position.

“what if i don’t want to date you, bakugo?”

“oh you’ll want to date me after this. i promise.” his face had changed to a smile a while back but your just now realizing it.

pushing his length into his hand immediately found your clit, rubbing circles into your gummy folds. stopping for a second to pull his fingers into his mouth.

“fuckkk you taste good,” he groaned as his hands found your clit again. you clenched around his from his words. sheer arousal pouring out of you.

“you like that huh? you like me lovin’ on you lil slut- fuckkk yea you like that” he moved his length in and out of you, his words only made your need for him words. he was so close to you. this was too intimate for a guy you just met. and you yet you were the one that found your way back here. back into his room.

your words were struggled moans as he continued his assault on your hole. fucking into you.

“y/n ah-! fuck your so tight..” he spasmed into you as you neared your finish. all your senses overwhelmed as he fucked you, made love to you.

“bakugo fuck-! ah i’m cummingoh fuck-!” you grinded yourself into him and his hand as you climaxed. you saw white as he fucked you through your orgasm, back arching off the fabric.

you saw him admiring you as you came back to consciousness, kissing every part of your skin “your definitely gonna be my problem holy shit…” he groaned.

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this is a dispointmnt i’m srry

[screampied]

hi vegas queen i worship you daily can you do hakari mating press 🙏🙏

❤︎ ໋𓈒 trying mating press with hakari for the first time

warnings. fem! reader, mating press, praise, degredation, unprotected sex, breeding kink, mdni.

“—f-fuckk,” hakari groans, feeling how your sopped cunt swallowed him fully with such ease. you chewed the inside of your cheek, having your legs dumbly sprawled into the air. you stared at hakari, and beads of sweat ran down the sides of his eyebrows.

his slit eyebrows that never failed to curl or twist from how sensitive you always made him feel. “keep starin’ at me like that angel ‘n i’m gonna spill so much into you.”

you whined, sharp pointed nails of your own digging into the depths of his skin. hakari was so thick — stretching you repeatedly, small breathy pants left his mouth as he went in and out, biting his lip. “h-hakari, ‘s good. harder. please.”

“dumb girl, that’s what i’m-” and he pauses, feeling the deep way of you grip around him.

hakari groans, bringing a rough hand towards your tummy to brush a thumb against it. you whine, the back of your ankles just idly skimming down his back. “shittt, angel. y-you got me..twitchin,” and you hold in a single breath. feeling his dick pulse inside of you. “the way you cling onto me baby, ‘s cute.”

hakari loved studying your facial expressions, the way how your lips would coil and curlicue up into a sheepish pout.

the outline of his dick expanding throughout your gummy walls. you were nearly drooling by this point.

his favorite part, your eyes…

the way your eyes would effortlessly roll backwards from his sloppy deranged hits against your cunt. you whimpered, whined, mewled out the sweetest cries of his names until your voice strained.

“such a nasty girl, look at the mess y’er makin, pretty little cock drunk baby.”

the soaked sounds your cunt made rang amongst your ears as you kept such deep eye contact with him. hakari had droplets of sweat race down his brows before he lets off a low breathy sigh.

“belly would look so pretty all plump,” he grunts, rubbing a hand repeatedly in a circular motion against your bare stomach.

you moan, feeling such lengthy inches pivot and jerk inside of you. the way he drove his hips towards your cunt, it had you speechless everytime. “wouldn’t ya think so?”

“y-yeah,” you whined, feeling your own lip curl into a softened pout once he brings a hand now towards the bottom of your chin. you lean into his touch, watching as his thumb gingerly whisks over your spit-glossed lips, planting a wet kiss near the corner of your mouth.

“yeah, baby? you wanna be— wanna be filled?” his voice was a pure rasp, yet he managed to mimic your sweet tone in the beginning, making your pout only purse up more. he found you so cute, his eyes never left yours.

you moaned, losing track of how many hits he made against your pussy.

hakari’s thick base thwacked against you, leaving you breathless each time. you nod, the only thing you could bring yourself to do before he pulls you into a warm, passionate kiss.

“…f-fuck,” he’d grunt, a sly smile curling over his lips as you pulled him close to you. your legs practically wrapped around his waist, trapping him.

he tasted sweet, candied. you could just about make out a lick of alcohol on his tongue—you couldn’t exactly pinpoint what, but it was a taste you certainly couldn’t get enough of.

hakari drags his tongue next to yours, panting breaths colliding amongst each other as he’s giving you such sloppy deep thrusts. your mind’s going bleak, just being fucking ruthlessly into the mattress.

his body weight presses against you each time, each thrust has you spasming.

you felt yourself coming close once the tip of his dick makes contact with that spot… that spot that earned out a cute squeak from you.

“oh. oh. looks like i found it, huh?” he whispers, breaking his lips away for a brief moment. you stare into his eyes and he flashes you a cheesy smile, leaning in to playfully lick the bottom of your lip. you throbbed, just a simple gesture as that was enough to get you off.

“y— yes.” you whimpered, feeling yourself gradually build up into that particular point. by now, you were starting to feel your legs grow numb. they just served its purpose of dangling over his back, rubbing against his skin and all.

hakari groans, feeling your cunt suck every inch. you stare dumbly at the way his muscles clench, his jaw tightens…. his abs.

his eyes flicker and roam all over your body, making you feel warm beneath your own skin before he chokes in a single breath of his. “pussy’s so greedy— you always know how to, f-fuck.”

hakari always does this thing whenever he came close — he’d suck his teeth, it sounded like he was irritated but it was quite attractive. his eyelids would lower, and it looked like he’d be rolling his eyes, preparing to swear but that wasn’t the case. he was just … embarrassed.

“shittt,” he huffs, and his muscles glisten and flex as he’s readjusting his hips—you’re in awe at his stamina, he never looks tired despite the tears of sweat gliding down both sides of his forehead. hakari’s length was so deep, your head goes back and you whine before the both of you ended up releasing at the exact same time.

his came more. you softly whined.

feeling such ropes of his cum flow into your folds, so much. hakari grunts, slowing his thrusts down but not fully.

“look at how messy y-you make me,” he curses under his breath, and you had him stuttering. you take a good glimpse at him, and his face was purely flushed. hakari’s still got a hand pressed down on your tummy as he’s pumping your cunt full of nothing but his load and he grows quiet. you hear it going inside and that’s where he lets off a grunt, feeling you try to move your hips against him. “girl, don’t be so eager. wait—”

“hakari, don’t s-stop.” you’d whine, locking your shaky legs back over his slim waist.

he breathes, panting and panting before he looks down at you with a coy grin. “brat. i wasn’t gonna,” and judging from his speech. you worn him out. he was out of breath, hearing the raspiness drip from his tone, he bites his lip. “but okay, let’s try another…another position though.”

“like what—?” you moaned, feeling him pull out, feeling the few remnants of his cum trickle out of your folds from his dick not being plugged into you into more.

hakari lifts you up with ease before you gasp at the certain positioning. he leans against your ear before murmuring out, “full nelson, baby.”

[otterspaceastrology]

Pick a Card Reading + MoodBoard

If your Future Spouse was a Candy what would they taste like?

Disclaimers

Readings are for entertainment purposes, so please take with a grain of salt and enjoy!

When I talk about masculine and feminine, I am talking about energy so that can apply to any gender or identity.

When picking a pile, use your intuition, close your eyes, relax and think of the question and then open your eyes and let it be drawn naturally to a pile, repeat as many times as you need to know it’s your pile. Of course you can do it any way you want that’s just my preferred method!

Now on to the Readings!

Pile One

Red and Black Licorice

Ace of Cups, 6 of Cups, 10 of Swords

Taurus, 10th House, Neptune

Bold, Imaginative, Sociable, Energetic

If your FS was a candy they wouldn’t be everyone’s cup of tea, but they would be your favorite! They are reliable, strong and versatile! Perfect for cuddling up with a movie or playing games, they love doing cozy and nostalgic activities with you!

Pile Two

Dark Chocolate and Gummy Bears

3 of Wands, 8 of Cups, 7 of Cups

9th House, Saturn, Libra

Altruistic, Leader, Smart,Poetic

If your FS was a candy they would be a bit bitter but smooth and decadent, Being with them feels like pure indulgence! They also have this fun and unique side of them that cuts through the bitter bite, what a delicious combo!

Pile Three

Chocolate Carmel and Chocolate Covered Fruit

5 of Swords , Justice, Knight of Cups

Aries, Pluto, 10th House

Creative, Popular, Funny, Perceptive

If your FS was a candy they would be the most sought after and romanticized ones! Pure marriage material for sure! Sexy but has a playful charm that honestly makes them even more attractive! You will be more intrigued by your FS then anyone you have ever seen!

Thank you so much for reading my pick a card I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did making it!🥰✨

Collages are made by me on Pinterest, but I own none of the photos.

[thesassypadawan]

Milky Way (Will x WifeReader)

Summary: It’s the night of Halloween and the little monsters are all tucked in their beds.  What better way to unwind and celebrate with your hubby than enjoying your favorite treat…Milky Way.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because all the lovely smut.  Cunnilingus, spooky treats, jump scare, slight hint of breeding kink, loving that thick booty, and…Will’s skilled tongue and fat dick.

Notes: Happy Kinktober all you, lovelies! 🖤🧡

- It was the night of Halloween and all through the haunted house…  Not a little monster was stirring, except for a wicked witch and one handsome devil…

- “Mmmm, milk way; my favorite,” you hum happily to yourself.  Popping another piece of the candy into your mouth; moaning a tiny bit at its caramelly, creamy goodness.  All the while a lone drop of cum trickles down your leg. 

- Part of you knows you should feel guilty for raiding the kids’ trick-or-treat buckets.  That these confectionary delights weren’t good for you anyways.  That they’d go straight to your already thick thighs and would only give you a…

- An arm loops loosely around your waist, broad chest presses against your back.  Faint stumble tickling at, lips pressing into the side of your neck.  No doubt leaving behind a spot or two of the remnants of his ghoulish paint.  “Careful, your booty will get bigger if you keeping eating those.” 

- Evil grin spreads across your face, small giggle bubbles from your throat.  As you begin to unwrap what was easily your sixth one, wiggling your wide hips slowly…enticingly.  “Like you’d really complain?  Thought you wanted it to, whole reason why you filled me up before you went out.”

- Groaning low in your ear; the sound rumbling through you, forming goosebumps on your skin.  Will’s big hands glide down your sides; taking a moment to give each handle an appreciative squeeze, eliciting a sweet coo from you.  “I do, would love nothing more than to see you plumper…rounder.”

- Fingers creep underneath the skimpy black skirt, between your plushy pillows.  “And I’ll keep doing it too, every chance I get.”  Grazing your drenched panties, slipping past.  Coating them in his cum, your slick; teasing your warm folds, sopping cunt.  “Until we get that positive again.”

- Mewling softly, you rock backwards; impaling yourself onto his digits.  “Nnngh, hope it’s soon.”  Fiddling to open number seven; still blissfully sucking away at the last, letting the chocolate coat your mouth.  “Then I can eat all the milky ways I like…right?”

- “Only if I do,” he chuckles.  Lazily pumping them in and out, peppering your jaw and cheeks with heated kisses.  “And speaking of…”  Nipping at that sensitive spot, the one which makes you instantly melt.  “…the kiddos are down for the count and I did take them around the neighborhood, twice.  So…”

- Tilting your head, you shoot him a sideways glance.  Eyebrows raised in mischief, sugary morsel hovering inches away from your lips. “Dad tax?  All right, but you have to say the magic words.”

- “Fine, baby girl.”  Snatching it from your pinched fingers, removing his own from your greedy hole.  Will deftly hikes the costume up over your hips, tugs your jack-o-lantern panties down; dropping to his knees, nudging your legs apart.  Hot breath fans across your sticky skin; gummy walls flutter involuntarily, around nothing.  “We’ll do it your way.”

- Biting down lightly on your thigh, teeth sinking in slightly.  “Trick…”  You let out the yummiest little gasps as his hands grab, grope your ass.  “…or…”  Presses, trails loving kisses towards your creamy center.  “…treat.”  

- Burying his face, tongue darts out.  Sliding between your swollen lips; tasting, savoring.  Licking long strips, eagerly lapping up your mixed releases…devouring you like a zombie starved.

- “Dadddyyy,” you moan.  Gently squishing his head with your plushy pillows, grinding against him.  While he traces, delves deeply; reaching those places that only he can manage.  “More…dadddyyy more.”

- Growling into you, the vibrations only spur on your pleasure.  The knot in your stomach tightens, legs start to tremble and shake.  Face grows flush, breaths come out in short pants.  “Greedy ghoul…” 

- “Always asking for extra…”  Firmly he kneads your cheeks, rubbing circles into the subtle flesh.  “That’s how you ended up like…this!”  Smacking just hard enough to make it to jiggle, ripple…you to wail like a banshee.

- Your ghastly sounds couple with his wet, slurping ones; echo throughout…bounce off the walls.  And part of you knows you should be quieter, that you should try to stifle…swallow them down like candy.  But with the way he’s swirling, sucking…even nibbling on your clit.  It’s all too easily forgotten that…

- “Ma-mama?    Mama, is there a monster in here?”

- Both of you instantly freeze and never have you been so grateful for a kitchen island.  “N-no, baby,” you quickly stammer.  Trying your hardest to stay calm and composed…with your husband’s tongue still wedged deep inside you. “I was just…I was just listening to some spooky music while cleaning up.  Yeah…that’s all.”

- Despite it being such a terrible excuse, you were able to coax the gremlin to go back to bed.  Only after giving them an entire pale and saying that they could eat to their heart’s content.

- Letting out a sigh of relief, you popped the eighth piece into your mouth.  Nervously chewing, swaying your hips side to side.  “You really sure you want another one, dadcula?”

- Pulling away a bit, Will rises to his feet.  “Milky Way or kid?”  You can hear the tinkling of his belt, the ruffle of fabric behind you.  “Because the answer to that is both, momster…”  Then feel the press of his fat, leaking tip.  “As many as we can handle, until it’s all too sickeningly sweet for us.”  Before driving into your cute cunt, intent on stuffing you again with his salty nougat…then having his share, his dad tax.

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[outsidersandlostboys]

The Lost Boys Dating headcanons:

(These are personally what I think they’d be like but lmk if these characters are wrong because I can’t write in character for shit 🥲👍)

David would turn away when he exhales the smoke from his cigarette so it doesn’t cause you to cough.

Cuddle pile. Consisting of David reluctantly joining, Dwayne being the most considerate of your space, Marko holding your waist and Paul being Paul.

Paul or Marko sneaking you gummies. Not just any gummies. Those gummies. Of course till they notice them setting in. Or David finds out about it and then has both of the vampire’s asses for it.

Each of the boys would be different trip sitters. David would probably not be the best, as he’d probably tell you your hands are purple or something like that to mess with you. Dwayne is dependant, he’d probably be a little cautious at times, but I feel like he’d also toy with you and joke around lots. Paul would also get high with you so you wouldn’t feel alone. Marko would probably have to take over for Paul. (This happens more than occasionally.)

Paul is more touch driven. Marko is acts of service. Dwayne is quality time. David is words of affirmation.

Their kisses taste different but also the same. Dwayne and Marko will definitely taste like candy or blood. Or Marko and Paul will definitely have the taste of weed in their mouth. David will most likely have some bit of alcohol or nicotine on his breath, or also blood.

Will definitely need you to clean out the stains in their clothes with cold water. You’ll probably go through 40 detergent bottles.

The boys will probably have long nails. Claws more like. If you can paint nails, they’ll ask. Paul and Marko would be immensely intrigued (yes Paul would get a hello kitty stickler on his nails)

David would only let you paint his nails black or white or purple

Dwayne doesn’t care about nail colour, he will however flaunt the shit out of your work. “Oh you like my nails? Well my partner did them for me.”

I honestly think that Paul would have you trying random stuff with them. Like mixing drinks. He’d make you try anything. Even if it is just straight rum.

Marko would let you add more stuff to his jacket. Or let you stick pencils and stuff into his curls.

David won’t let you touch his hair, but he will definitely touch yours. He’ll even try braiding it. Though if you want anything proper then Dwayne or Paul are the true hair stylists to go to

They’d be caring, but also annoying, and clingy. And of course protective and defensive

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I couldn’t think of much sorry!

I’ve been so busy and tbh the real mvp here is you and also my sleeping partner next to me. (He’s dealing with the light from my phone lol)

I hope to write more, and tbh I really do love this movie. Cry little sister is an amazing song.

Anywho! Happy early Halloween! Stay safe and I hope you all have fun in your costumes!

[bloodyknucklesforme]

Vampire AU

ghoap x F!reader (in third person)

Johnny accidentally turning a random girl and begging Simon to keep her

"Please stop yelling," she asked, rubbing her temples. Her head was throbbing. It was too bright, too loud, too smelly. Her boyfriend was yelling about her not being ready to leave for date night. A nice reservation at one of the new up and coming restaurants. It was hard to get apparently. "Just go without me."

Near tears you curled up in bed, kicking your shoes off while you dress bunched up by your hips. Eyes shut so tight it looked staticy. Your hands clamped down over your ears.

He grabbed your wrist, yelling and yelling.

"Get up!" He demanded, shoving a pill into your palm. "I'm not missing dinner because your pmsing."

Always so dismissive. The pain was spreading down your neck to your spine and around your ribs to your chest. Your bones were caving in on themselves, turning to dust in your body. You cried out, choking on tears and phlegm. You'd had intense period cramps, thrown up so hard blood vessels in your eyes popped, had your foot run over by a car, broken a bone or two - this was worse.

You were dying. It didn't just feel like it. Your brain was screaming that it was dying. An intense feeling of dread.

He was at least acting concerned now. Saying he would take you to a hospital if it was that bad. Your eyes opened to black spots blocking out much of anything. The setting sun burned your skin.

"Close the blinds," you begged. Snot bubbled at your nose while spit stained the comforter.

"I'm right here." He knelt down next to the bed. "We just need to get you to the car."

He grabbed your wrist again.

Your teeth sunk into something chewy. You bit down harder and it exploded like gummy candy - filling your mouth with sweet liquid. You drank down and down. Horrified sobs and cries came from somewhere beyond you. You couldn't tune into listen anymore.

A solid drum beat that got quieter and more erratic was all you could hear.

Simon had ripped Johnny a new one. Biting some random drunk bird and letting her go off without finishing what he started. Scared off by Simon's own call for him. She disappeared before they could kill her. If they couldn't find her their only hope was that the transformation killed her. For her to burn to death when the sun rose. He didn't have the time or patience to babysit another newborn. Johnny was already a year old but still impulsive with an inflated ego that comes with immortality.

They had spent the rest of that night trying to track her back down. Simon would drain her if he had to. Reduce her to a whimper. Night two had similar luck. The city was too big for them to cover. He refused to call Price or Gaz for back up. Johnny would need to fix his fuck up himself.

Simon had smelled it first. A quiet nudge and they turned down a side street. It was a nicer neighbourhood. Up the fire escape. Johnny broke the latch on the window.  

They found her in the bedroom. On her hands and knees in a bloody dress curled up in the corner, knees to her chest. Blood dripping from her new fangs. Eyes filled with delirium.

She scrambled like a fawn when she heard Simon’s boot creak. A baby animal with no instinct, left to fend for itself. She'd be easy to kill.

"I...I didn't mean to." She sobbed. "I don't...I don't know what happened."

Johnny grabbed his arm.

"She's quiet pretty." He raised an eyebrow.

"No."

"Be nice to have around."

"No, Johnny."

"I'd let you fuck her first. Even though she's mine." He grinned.

Simon looked down at her. He could still end this. Not give in. Rip her head off right here, set the flat ablaze. Disappear like any other night. They'd call it a murder suicide. Lover's quarrel.

Johnny's teeth tugged on his ear lobe.

"Don't say no till you taste 'er."

She was pretty.

[mosaickiwi]

After reading your Ren/Angel writings (love them all ❤️)an idea poped up. Mc doesn't like the taste of artifical cherries so they avoid eating any cherry flavored candies. Ren knows this. But somehow Mc notices Ren seems to secretly love cherry candies so Angel surprises them with a variety of cherry candies 🍬

💝 Wondering how they find out hmm. Cherry scented cologne hidden in the bathroom? Ren taking 0.25 seconds longer than usual to pick a little treat in line at the grocery store? Detective Angel is on the case...!

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

Very Cherry

The rustling of plastic bags was unmistakable as you opened all the things you'd bought, but [REDACTED] dutifully kept his eyes closed. You accidentally knocked one bag over and sent a few lollipops careening off the table with a loud clatter. A few fell into his lap. He pretended not to notice.

“Y’really don't want any he—”

“No!!” you quickly interrupted him, already picking the candies up. “It's a surprise.”

Finally, after discarding a few damaged goods, the bowl you'd set before him was full. All sorts of colorful sweets were piled together. Gummies, chocolates, hard candies and more, each with a cherry flavor to them that you were certain he’d love.

You made a face at the pile, but thankfully none of it was for you to snack on. “You can open your eyes,” you said, but changed your mind immediately. “Wait! Wait—” You ran around to sit opposite of them at the table. Seeing his reaction was all you could think of for the past few weeks. “Okay, now open them.”

Their eyes opened, neither shocked nor surprised, but excited nonetheless. “‘Was wonderin’ what y’were buying all this candy y’don’t even like for. Seemed like too much for the kids at the library.”

“Hey!” You didn't expect him to admit to stalking your internet history. “I thought you'd learn to stop snooping by now. Act surprised, or else.”

They grinned before doing their best soft and shy Haruko impression—a mockery of an act they'd long since dropped. “O-Oh, a gift? You're so sweet, Angel!! I can't believe you bought these for me. I promise I'll treasure it!”

You rolled your eyes, but answered with sincerity, “You're worth every cent. I like seeing you happy, Ren. And I like making you happy.”

“Shit…” [REDACTED] muttered and rubbed at his jaw, almost at a loss for words. “I... Thank you. Really.”

In spite of the genuine blush forming on the hacker’s cheeks, you could tell he had mixed feelings. Of course they'd be grateful for anything you gifted him. But if it was something that you were open about hating, the item in question would be avoided altogether. Regardless of his own feelings on the matter. It was a strange tendency they couldn’t really let go of just yet. 

Encouragement, and a little pleading, would do the trick, though. 

“I worked really hard to find all of these. And I was looking forward to seeing your face when you finally had some,” you said, practically pouting at them, your chin resting in the palms of your hands. “Just a bite?” 

Both the statements were true. Since you couldn't stand the flavor you thoroughly scoured all the online reviews before enlisting the pickiest of your friends to taste test, then repeated it all to find candies that suited him. Enough to get a wide variety. So the results from all that effort were very important to you.

Incapable of ever refusing the smallest request, your partner grabbed a wrapped candy at random from the bowl. It was a half moon shape, and a bright shade of red with a white line along the round edge. Kiara had suggested that one—but only after telling her all the expensive candies she sent would use up a huge chunk of your budget. 

You chose to keep that information to yourself as he carefully unwrapped the gummy candy. Any mention of another person would no doubt sour his mood.

[REDACTED] held the candy up to their lips, and instead of eating it whole, they took the tiniest nibble you'd ever seen. Still, his face lit up at the first sample. He took another tiny bite, then another and another. As if he couldn’t decide between savoring or devouring it completely.

“Do you like it?” You leaned forward on the table, relishing in his reaction. 

He swallowed to answer you right away, putting the candy—with not even half of it missing—back in its paper. “Yeah. ‘Like it a lot, actually.” 

The bowl’s many candies crinkled as you fished through it to pull more of the same type out. “They have a sour version, too. I'm sure you'll like that one even better,” you said. In the small pile of half moons you made, there were a few speckled with white sugar. He took another. “I'll order some more so you don't have to eat them like… that.” 

“‘M not trying t’save ‘em,” he mumbled, though the delicate way he unwrapped a sour gummy and started nibbling again like a hamster said otherwise. It was a fascinating sight, if not completely silly for the man decked head to toe in black clothes, intimidating accessories, and silver piercings. You had to keep yourself from giggling and he insisted again. “Really, Angel. I jus’ wanna be able to thank you properly when I’m done.”

You smiled at their consideration. All too easily, you could imagine your face scrunching up at the cherry taste sure to linger on your boyfriend's tongue if he kept indulging. “I'd still kiss you even if you taste awful,” you teased.

As if to test your confidence, he popped the candy into his mouth and watched you pointedly. They took their sweet time to chew it, giving you time to reconsider the idea while he fiddled with a lollipop from the bowl.

Your nose wrinkled as the faint cherry smell finally wafted over, the fruity scent stronger than you anticipated. “... Maybe only on the cheek, though.”

He noisily stood from his chair, and you knew right away he was leaving to brush his teeth.

[novaneondream]

I feel like your art would taste like cotton candy but the texture would be substantial and long lasting like a hi chew gummy. Like I could enjoy the light and sweet flavour joyously for a long time

wait this is the cutest thing someone has ever said about my art!! I love that’s how you think my art would taste like om nom nom nom love making fluffy yummy art :) have some quite literal food art I have made <3

[pussyydestroyer]

“A little mistake”

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x fem!reader

Summary: On a shopping day, Sam says something that upset and hurt you too much, causing you to be curt and distant for a while, until she humbles herself to get your forgiveness.

Warning: Comments about the body, mention of complexity with the body, implicit trauma, body disgust, memories, crying, dry texts, implicit sex, fluff?? Idk

Word count: 3.3k

“Let me taste yours” you say cheerfully as you look at the chocolate bar Sam was eating next to you.

“No way. You have your own candy” Sam replies with a playful smile pointing at your sour gummies and pushing her candy away from you.

“Come on, don’t be mean. Just one piece”

She chuckles and rolls her eyes playfully knowing full well that she couldn’t say no to something like this “Okay. Just one and nothing more”

You watch with a triumphant smile as Sam breaks off a square of her peanut butter filled chocolate to pop the piece into your mouth. In gratitude you embrace her hug, squeezing her intertwined hands making her chuckle again.

You and Sam were having a nice unnecessary shopping trip to the mall. You had several bags in your hands with things that reminded you of each other to put in your respective apartments. You two weren’t living together yet because you two didn’t think the relationship was advanced enough to live in the same place, even though you’d been together for a while.

Sam carried most of the bags in his free hand since she didn’t like you carrying a lot of weight. You just didn’t protest and let her do it.

The afternoon was nice. There weren’t many people around and you just wanted to spend the rest of the day with your girl who had left work a couple of hours ago.

The bags swayed from side to side as you walked. You paid close attention when Sam told you how her day was, nodding and contributing at every turn to keep the conversation flowing.

“By the way, how’s Tara?” You asked when the conversation took a turn, making you remember her.

The previous times you went to her apartment Tara was never there or she would just appear for a moment before going out somewhere and coming back hours later.

“She’s fine” Sam assures you calmly. “She spends her time in Chad and Mindy’s place”

“With the boyfriend, huh?” You say mischievously as you glance at her out of the corner of your eye with a sly smile to add “Someone needs to be careful there” with raised eyebrows in suggestion.

She gasps dramatically and gives you a withering look. “Shut up” She nudges you as she laughs, completely understanding what you meant.

You stumble slightly laughing along with her, enjoying seeing her protective instinct for her younger sister.

You could see on her face that the idea disgusted her, so to try and calm her thoughts and worries you hugged her arm again, subtly resting your head on her shoulder.

She seemed to appreciate this gesture in the way she smiled again, bringing your hand intertwined with hers up to her lips to gently kiss your knuckles.

Every time she did this, a silly smile tugged at your lips. The act showed so much love in something so simple, and you valued it too much.

Her lips on your skin sent bursts of electricity through your body for a brief moment until your attention focused on something other than just her.

“Hey, look at that shirt. It’s pretty.” You tug on her arm excitedly as you see a mannequin behind the window wearing a shirt of your style, to get closer to the store.

She follows you and grabs you tightly, catching her off guard when you move quickly. “Yeah, I think it is.” She says, giving the mannequin a quick look up and down.

You give her a knowing smile and glance before pulling her back into the store. “I love it.” Come on, I want to buy it.”

You’ve always liked to let Sam know about things you’re doing or will be doing later, even if it’s something as simple as texting her and telling her you’re going to cook something or take a shower. She really appreciates it a lot, feeling like you’re taking a weight off her shoulders and knowing that you’re completely fine.

At first she seemed to like the idea, but in an instant her expression changed to one of doubt.

“Do you really like it?” Her voice was slightly displeased, it was almost unnoticeable, but you could tell something was going through her mind by seeing her expression.

You stopped in your tracks, as did she, when you looked at her in confusion at her slight disapproving tone. “Mmm, yes. Why?”

“No reason. I just think you should look for something else.” Her tone was soft and firm while you remained confused, not knowing where she was going with this.

She noticed your confusion and quickly spoke. “But if you like it, it’s okay.”

You blinked a few times, trying not to show the obvious disappointment on your face. “You don’t like it, do you?” You sounded weaker than you wanted to show.

She shook her head, trying to fix her words. “I didn’t say that.” Her soft voice made you look up. But then she said something you never thought you’d hear from her lips. “I just think you should look for something… that fits you.”

You stared at her stunned, not knowing what to say exactly.

Her words surprised you more than they should have. You’re a couple, and there should be honesty in the relationship, but this wasn’t an appropriate way to say things.

The silence lasted for a few seconds, trying to find the words.

“That I fit?” You repeated in a low, incredulous voice.

Sam fidgeted and bit the inside of her cheek, not wanting to make things worse.

“Uh, yes,” she hesitated, “something that suits you.”

Her voice echoed in your mind. That damn answer that you prayed your whole life for her to never say, made you remember that years ago you looked at yourself in the mirror crying because you didn't like your body.

Before going out with Sam, in a state of vulnerability, you told her about your complex with your body, even though you had already changed too much since the last time. She had told you that she didn't see anything wrong and that you were simply beautiful. That was what made you realize your true feelings for her.

Before, you would have cried right then, but since you were now a completely new woman, very different from many years ago, you look at Sam with furious eyes.

She always knew your weakness and it was unfair that she used it against you for something that she doesn't like.

Her eyes widened when she saw your features. She, knowing you well, speaks again before you blurt out angrily, “I mean, everything you wear looks great on you, I’m just saying try to find something…”

“My size,” you quickly interrupt her.

The silence that strikes again was more deafening than the everyday noise of the store.

She didn’t want to talk. She was sure she had screwed up and didn’t want to ruin things any further, and seeing your gaze made her more nervous.

After a while she nods weakly without looking at you. “Well…”

Perplexed, you blink several times. You felt your heart and stomach turn over at the cold words coming out of her lips. This hurt you, much more than a low blow.

“Of course I’m going to look for my size!” You burst out with rage and pain in your eyes as you moved your hands expressively. “I was showing it to you so you would give me your approval or something!”

Her shoulders tensed when you raised your voice. “And yes, I like it.” She looked at you again with a lump in her throat. “I was just trying to say that…”

“Am I fat?” You question her indignantly, raising an eyebrow.

“No. I’m not trying to say that.” Her head shakes frantically, wanting to explain herself as quickly as possible, but she couldn’t manage it with the withering way you looked at her.

“But thinking about it!”

Sam stutters. She felt cornered by the way you attack her. “I-… well… I mean…”

You dropped the bags, making a sharp sound against the floor. The hesitant way she said her words was the straw that broke the camel’s back of your pain. “I’m sorry if things look better on mannequins than on me!” You scoff.

“No babe, I’m just-“ She wanted to explain herself as soon as possible, but couldn’t find the words when you interrupted her again.

“I just wanted something nice for myself.”

She looked around with a quick flick of her eyes, just in case anyone was watching this little scandal. But no one seemed to care.

“And it is. But it’s very…” Sam scratches the back of her neck, meeting your eyes again.

She only got more and more cornered with each word she said, feeling small as she looked at your fierce gaze.

“Small for someone like me?” You spit out with venom and pain as you took a step forward.

“I- I-“

Your patience was wearing thin and your heart tightened in your chest at all her words.

She was quite sorry about all of this, but you continued anyway, with your pain and frustration spilling over.

“They always put the smaller sizes on display, and I was clearly going to look for one that fit me…”

“I know, I’m sorry-“ Her voice was so low that you couldn’t hear it.

“I didn’t want to hear my girlfriend tell me to my face how fat I am.”

Her heart broke at that very moment when you said those words. She was very sorry for putting you in that place, and deep down she knew she deserved it.

“I didn’t mean to… I never… I never said that.”

“But you thought about it for sure, right Samantha?”

She stayed silent, not knowing what to answer so as not to make things worse than they were. It hurt her that you called her by her full name, realizing how much it hurt you.

She looked at you with a vulnerable expression and her shoulders tense, regretful for everything that happened.

You stood there, arms crossed, staring at her for her to say something. But nothing came out of her lips. “I’m leaving”

You say with a broken and firm voice and then turn your back to her with the intention of leaving the place.

Her heart beats desperately when she sees you leaving, leaving her alone.

She bends down to pick up the bags you just threw away to follow you out of the store. “Love, please. Let me-“

“Leave me alone” you shouted, still with your voice breaking, without turning around, and then you got lost among the people.

She wanted to hug you, comfort you, and apologize for what she had just caused, but she knew you wanted to be alone. “Okay” she says in an inaudible voice as she stands still, without going after you again.

You left the mall with your heart tight in your chest, heading towards the subway. It was a longer ride, but you were going to take it anyway.

A few hours ago, Sam had picked you up from your apartment in her car to go to the mall together, but now you couldn’t ask her to take you back because you didn’t want to see her.

The whole way there you couldn’t stop thinking about her words. You looked out the window and the only thing that echoed in your mind was her clumsiness in telling you things.

You wanted to accept it, but it simply hurt and made you angry. So many emotions at the same time.

When you got home, you collapsed face down on the couch exhausted.

You let out a big sigh before pulling your phone out of your pocket and realizing that Sam had left over twenty messages and two missed calls. She had gotten there earlier and was still online.

It hurt you to understand that even though you were mad at her, Sam still cared about you.

You made yourself comfortable on the couch and read each of the messages.

Each message represented how worried and sorry she was, asking for forgiveness and sending you a picture of some random cat from the internet.

Your weakness was those little felines, but you weren't going to let it go that easy. You read her messages and decided to take a quick shower before answering her.

And so you did. You left her on read and went to take a quick shower, even though it was late you didn't care.

When you got out of the shower with a towel around you, the phone vibrated again. You picked it up and saw that it was another call from Sam. You automatically hung up and texted her so she wouldn't worry too much.

You were mad at her. Yes. But that wasn't a reason to ghost her and disappear from her life.

Your replies to her messages were short and dry showing how upset you were.

She didn't let it go. She felt worse and worse for not having your usually long and catchy messages, with some emoji at the end.

And so it was until the next day, where you didn't talk too much because you were busy with your respective jobs.

But each one was thinking about the other.

Sam worried and remorseful for making you feel bad, and you upset and sad for being away from her.

The dry messages continued throughout a torturous day.

You both didn't like being angry with each other and Sam didn't want to be this way anymore. It hurt her heart to know that the reason you're so distant is because of her and she wanted to end it.

The next day you arrived at your apartment in the afternoon. You hadn't thought about her for a few hours because you were constantly busy with your duties and obligations.

You changed into more casual and comfortable clothes and then filled a small watering can with water.

You walked to the balcony and leaned over the railing, where you had a flower pot hanging out to water.

Your gaze was neutral as you focused on your task until a voice that you would recognize anywhere pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Babe, please” It was Sam who was in the middle of the street yelling up, waiting for you to notice her.

She was carrying a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a box of chocolates in the other. She was wearing a shirt that made her look somewhat formal. You didn’t know if it was because she had just gotten off work or if she had prepared for the occasion, but either option piqued your interest.

“I know I fucked up, I shouldn’t have said all those things, but please perdóname mi amor”

She desperately begged for you to forgive her, while waving her already busy hands.

Seeing her like this made your heart skip a beat in affection, and you leaned on the railing to get a better look at her behavior.

You live on the fourth floor, which meant that Sam was yelling more than necessary and doing everything she could to make you hear her.

“I didn’t mean it, I swear. I don’t know what I was thinking at that moment, but I promise it won’t happen again”

She was really sorry, and you knew it immediately. You felt like you couldn’t be mad at her anymore, but you wanted to see where this was going.

You noticed how the neighbors from the other floors came out to see the scandal that was happening on the street, although Sam didn’t seem to notice. All her concentration went on you.

“I understand that you’re mad at me and that you don’t want to see me, just let me fix things.”

Mutters could be heard in the apartment below you before you realized that one of the neighbors was watching you, realizing that the yells coming from the other woman were for you.

“Eres el amor de mi vida and I don’t know what I would do without you.”

You melted at that very moment and your cheeks blushed furiously when you heard some ‘Aww’ But even so Sam didn’t notice the crowd.

A car was coming at a very slow speed down the street when it stopped next to Sam because she didn’t move from the spot.

“I didn’t mean all those things, really…” The driver being an asshole, honks his horn managing to make her jump in fright and forcing her to back up to get on the sidewalk. But she continued anyway. “You are incredibly beautiful with anything on, even without them you are”

You laugh nervously at her words and she blushes when she hears what she said.

More people on the street stop when they see her, and that’s when she notices all those people who are watching her.

“I know I hurt you and I feel really bad about it, but I can’t stand this distance that I caused anymore.”

“I want to hold you again, feel your skin against mine and tell you how much I love you…”

The murmuring grew louder, realizing how nervous Sam was now. Your heart was pounding and all you wanted to do was hug her and kiss her.

“I promise I’ll be good this time and think things through before I say them… Just forgive me. It won’t happen again.”

Sam was about to get on her knees when you motioned for her to come up. You didn’t want her to humiliate herself any further for you. Not with so many people watching.

Her smile spreads at your signal and as if she were almost running, she enters the building.

People clap and whistle when they see this beautiful moment, giving her intangible words of support.

You walk away from the balcony, still with your cheeks flushed, and walk towards the door, which you open waiting for her to arrive.

After a few moments, she appears with the bouquet of flowers and the chocolates and hands them to you as soon as she sees you, her expression tired and out of breath. She had taken the stairs instead of the elevator.

Despite everything that had happened out there, you wanted to keep looking at her coldly, but you couldn’t do it.

“Look. I know my words the other day weren’t the best, but I want you to know that everything I said out there was serious. I would never lie to you with something like that. And yes, I messed up. I just ask that you forgive me…”

You tried to look at her with a blank expression, but seeing her pleading eyes and desperately breathless voice made a smile betray you.

“Yes. I forgive you.”

Her eyes widened in surprise at hearing those simple words, when she had been waiting for them for a few days now. “Really?”

“Of course. You already humiliated yourself enough for today,” you say amused with a smile.

She lets out a sigh of relief before leaning in and filling your face with soft kisses. “Thank you,” she murmurs against your skin.

You chuckle and wrap your arms around her neck as her hands gently grab your waist to get closer.

Her kisses continued on your skin, playfully moving down to your neck until her lips found yours, forming a tender and passionate kiss as you smiled against her.

Hours later, you found yourself naked in your bed, clothes strewn all over the bedroom floor and a sleeping Sam in your arms with her leg bent over your hip and a hand on your chest. A silent way to not let you go again.

Thank you so much for the support of the previous fanfic. I honestly didn't think many people would read it, but here we are. I promise to improve in my writing as I upload more stories, also, I have some more ideas for fanfics with Sam, so I will write them for future uploads until I become obsessed with someone else 😽

[live-laugh-legolas]

What candy the fellowship likes

Aragorn:

-I don’t think he is a candy man, but he does have a sweet tooth

-Man loves a good cake, especially chocolate

-He also likes DOTS like a fucking weirdo (sorry if you like those)

Legolas:

-Legolas definitely eats the most sour candy with a straight face

-Snorts tartaric acid

-Actual grave mouth

-It’s kind of concerning

Gimli:

-Eats the spicy candy

-Not because he particularly likes it

-But he wants to prove to himself that he can take it

-Face goes really red, doesn’t handle spice well

-Also loves grandma candy, especially butterscotch

Boromir:

-Eats candy like a little kid with no taste buds and just wants the big swirly lollipop because it looks cool

-Seriously those things have no flavor

-Those paper slips with the colorful sugar dots that you use to decorate gingerbread houses

-If he’s feeling spicy he will have rock candy as a special treat

Frodo:

-Gummy boy

-But the old fashioned ones that sit like rocks in your stomach

-Like the one that looks like eggs

-And those circus peanuts; would eat a packing peanut for science

Sam:

-I don’t think this hobbit has much of a sweet tooth

-Probably likes gourmet dark chocolate and a cheese platter

-Chocolate covered strawberries will put a smile on his face though

Merry:

-Likes the nutty chocolates

-And nougat; would swallow a Three Musketeers whole

-Really likes toffee as well

Pippin:

-As long as it is labeled as candy he will eat it

-Keep any fake food away from him in general because he will eat it even once he realizes it’s fake to prove a point

-Goes feral for a Nerds Rope

-I also think he loves carrot cake with the cream cheese icing

Gandalf:

-Jelly beans, but doesn’t care if they taste bad

-“hmm *smacks lips* alas! Earwax”

-I’m not comparing him to Dumbledore but he definitely would do that exact same thing ^

[cheonstapes]

toji fushiguro stars in... 'PEACH GUMMY CANDY' ☆ ～('▽^人)

a/n ~ i was literally just eating these japanese peach gummies and i felt a sudden surge of inspiration, and i love toji so it was a match made in my tummy. this is a lil self indulgent cause i'm addicted to peaches and just needed an outlet to express that ( ‾́ ◡ ‾́ )

summary; toji never liked peaches. well, not until he met you.

wc; 400+

pairings; toji fushiguro x fem!reader

cw; SMUT!! toji being a hater, reader loving peaches, oral, dom!toji, sub!reader, fingering, squirtin, established relationship, he really loves you, peaches, peaches, peaches, peaches, 🍑, nawt proofread - just peaches

saying you liked peaches was an understatement. 

peach soap, peach perfume, peach shampoo, peach themed makeup, peach flavoured lip gloss, literal peaches. it was kinda overwhelming. toji hated peaches. he’s never had a sweet tooth, being the greek god he is - he refused to eat anything he deemed ‘too sweet’, and peaches were the highest on that list.

it irked you at first. the petty sneer that he’d pull whenever he sensed anything remotely peach related around him, he just couldn’t understand how you were so obsessed with the stupid fruits. but of course, toji could never resist spoiling his sweet baby. soon, you started seeing peachy little gifts all around the apartment.

the fridge stocked with peach tea, a basket of fresh peaches in the kitchen, cute peach slippers by your bed. you thought he had officially lost it. you weren’t complaining though, after seeing how happy you got with each gift they seemingly doubled in amount. 

he would never say it out loud, but toji was starting to like peaches. 

especially after he got a taste of your sweet cunt. he didn’t think it was possible but the sheer amount of peaches you consume made you taste even better than you already did. head between your thighs, stubble tickles your skin as he sucks on your clit - two rough fingers scissoring your tight hole. a fat glob of his spit trickles down your entrance, pooling under your ass as his tongue massages your insides.

“t-toji- fuuhck!”

he doesn’t respond. too focus on tasting as much of you as he could, shaking his head side to side as he makes out with your pretty pussy. his large hands grip your thighs open, thumb rubbing soothing circles on the skin, too gentle compared to the way he eats you out like a mad man. he can feel the way your legs quiver, cunt clenching rapidly on his tongue - your stomach tightening so good, locking eyes with your boyfriend as he looks up at you with smoky eyes from behind your mound.

he couldn’t stop, not even after you squirted that sweet juice all in his awaiting mouth, not after you begged so sweetly for him to slow down - hands weakly pushing his head away from your aching pussy. “move yer fuckin’ hands, baby. ‘s not my fault ya cunt’s all sweet, now let daddy enjoy his pretty girl’s pussy.” 

toji didn’t like peaches. but if peaches taste like your pussy? well, he fucking loves them.

-This one is for my one and only true love Princess Peach

Peach, you're so cool And with my star, we're gonna rule Peach, understand I'm gonna love you 'til the very end

Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches I love you, oh Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches I love you, oh

Mario, Luigi, and a Donkey Kong too A thousand troops of Koopas couldn't keep me from you Princess Peach, at the end of the line I'll make you mine, oh

Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches I love you, oh

Peaches, Peaches, Peach, Peach

[okkotsui]

nanami kento ⇄ sweet like candy.

synopsis: why does nanami kento taste like your favorite candy?

tags / warnings : femsub!reader, smut with little to no plot, unprotected sex, stomach bulge, multiple rounds and positions, breeding kink, mention of spankings, very heartwarming aftercare, not proofread.

author’s note: hello?! apologies, this is so lame and short lol (i'll edit/add more of this once i'm not that busy again) but i really want to make a smut fic for him. HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN HIM THIS SEASON?! this is like my birthday fic, my birthday celebration with you all and this has been sitting on my drafts for MONTHS.

oh gosh, how can you resist him? each of his thrusts and strokes is breathtaking. every time he would glide his hand around your body, it felt like a heated wave of euphoria, adding more sweetness to every touch that he would give you. he felt so addicting that he might have hexed you for wanting him more than ever.

kento is indeed a gentleman. he would always ask for your consent— no matter which form it is, even though you two are already in a relationship, he knows how important it is. it just makes you fall in love with him even more.

you were craving for him, not that you were pregnant but in terms of having his affection and having him inside you so full, that's how you wanted him. as the good man that he always is, his thick fingers were now inside you, eventually finding your sweet spot that would make your legs shake.

“k–kento!” you cried out with a small pout on your lips, almost drooling which got his attention from having his fingers within your gummy walls. he likes it when you’re being like that. he made you feel so small and submissive— not like you're complaining.

he hummed in response, acknowledging your need for him and your spots to abuse later on. looking at your naked body like he owns it, his eyes were soft and full of affection just for you.

"need you, please?" of course that made him throb, he loves it when you're being like this. all so obedient and loving for him. of course it would be a different story when you’re all bratty.

you already came from his fingers, he was just touching your spot sweet as if it was the most normal thing for him to do. it made your heart skip and butterflies swarming inside your stomach.

"okay darling, be patient." he slowly removed his digits from your pussy as you whined almost silently from the emptiness that you felt.

but soon, your attention was replaced by how he rubbed his cock's tip on your entrance and clit, making you clench around nothing but before he does anything else, your hand glides down through his cock, giving him a small pump that made him spread his leg for you to continue as you lay there on the bed comfortably whilst having his dick on your hand.

“baby, i thought you needed me?” he groaned out, shaking his head, too focused on him as he breathed out shakily, he noticed your fingers were slipping away from him as he took over once again, giving your ass a light spank, rubbing it softly.

he slowly entered into your pussy, making you mewl from his size. giving you soft pecks on your forehead to calm you down but as soon as he was fully inside you— you felt so full, he started moving already.

taking note of your sweet spot, he hits it with his dick. he knows each part of you so well, making your eyes water. the way your slit welcomes him made him erratic each time he thrust.

letting out a quiet gasp, “f–fuck, right there!” whilst squeezing your eyes shut from the pleasure.

“yeah, I know...” you can’t do anything else but wrap your arms around him and claw into his back.

he doesn’t mind it, in fact, he even loves it when you leave him marks on his back. despite thrusting into you hard where you can already see the stars, he leaned down giving you a soft kiss on your lips, turning into mush when he licked your lips, passing into your lips, your tongues dancing together— he adored this.

never failed to give you butterflies each time he did small little things for you and your body.

slowly but surely, his thrusts were sharp but slow that you felt him, every vein that he had. as he felt you squeezing him hard as you reached your climax, he stopped— he was still inside, making you whimper from the lack of his movement.

"kento..." you called out to him as he shushed you, suddenly sensing him carrying you to his lap as he sat up, he brought you in a lotus position.

he loves each position where he can see your face, he won't admit it, he likes seeing your reaction to him filling you up.

this time, he continued moving inside you. his hands were almost gripping your ass as he moved you up and down, swearing he was hitting the most impossible spots that made you sigh in pleasure. he would never forget kissing you

he felt so good inside you, he won't get tired of you being around him. gosh, you are the only one who made him feel like this.

“baby... want me to cum inside?" he asked, he sounded so hot from his almost strained voice, deep and addicting that would just make you nod.

"please..." you answered, gasping softly, your head was on his shoulder as he continued moving you— already moving up and down to meet his thrust as it was already enough to give him your consent, invariably.

you don't know how many times the two of you would continue for multiple rounds in different motions, you felt so full of him already. you swear you can feel your lower stomach bump and see the stars twinkling brightly outside.

he tastes so sweet, you would never get tired of it.

he placed you down on your shared bed and finished cleaning you off, he already wore you his shirt is oversized for you to be comfortable, lying down beside you.

"thank you, you did so well baby," he whispered softly.

scooping you in his arms, brushing your strand of hair aside, giving you a tender kiss on your forehead— covering the both of you with a blanket from the cold night airconditioner as the two of you doze off with you feeling at home in his arms as you cuddled into him.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Second Best 5

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Lee Bodecker

Summary: The newly-single sheriff sets his eye on an unexpected match.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

The sheriff drives down the dusty backroad behind the Percy farm. You lean against the door, trying to keep as much space between you and him as you can. You're only thankful he hadn't made you ride in the back like a real criminal.

You know he's up to something. He's trying to teach you a lesson, but why? He could go bother Greta or any of the other girls down at The Horn. You give yourself a look in the side mirror and huff through your nose.

"Whatcha bein' so puffy about?" He reaches over and slaps your thigh, kneading it roughly.

You pull your leg away from him, crossing it over the other as you clutch the seatbelt, "is that illegal too?"

He chuckles and lets off the gas, slowly rolling through the gravel.

"You're sure mouthy, huh?"

"It's just a question--"

"You actin' so innocent but you can't control that tongue of yours," he tuts.

You sniff, "aren't we going to the station?"

"You're many things, darlin', but you're not dumb, are ya?" He asks as he brushes his fingertips down your arm. "I don't mind dropping charges... you just gotta loosen up."

You stiffen and clamp your lips tight. You knew he was a creep but does he have to be so obtuse? There's lots of girls dying to ride with the sheriff. You're just not one of them.

"Why don't you call Greta--"

"This ain't about her," he grabs your arm, trying to pull you towards him as the wheel veers.

"Sheriff," you cry out and he slams on the brakes.

"See the trouble you're causin'," he chides, "you're gonna get us both hurt."

"I'm not doing anything. I didn't do anything," you bluster, heat radiating across your cheeks, "please, just... why are you doing this?"

"I don't know why you're actin' coy," he sneers as he shifts into park and unclicks his seat belt, "I just want a taste. I saw the way you were eyein' me up. You don't gotta worry about that ditz, Greta, it's me and you, girl."

"Ew, stop--" You bat at his hand as he grips your arm tighter.

"Ew?!" He echoes, "now, you ain't gotta be nasty."

"I'm not... I just... don't know why you're doing this," you try to wriggle free, "sheriff, I really am not into you--"

"Ah, you don't know what you missin' out on, is the problem. She told me you never been with a man,"

"I did it, okay? I stole the gummy bears. Just take me to the station," you plead as he yanks on your arm, "I'll confess--"

"I don't care about the damn candy bears," he snarls and pushes you back against the seat, "just a little fun, huh?"

Before you can react, he bends over and dives head-first into your lap. You cry out as you grab at his head, trying to push him off as your other hand claws at the door. You catch the handle and the door swings out but you're trapped by the seat belt.

"Christ!" You holler as you bring your elbow down on the back of his head.

He grunts and you feel around, jamming your thumb down on the button, releasing the belt.You fall sideways out of the car and throw your hands up to catch yourself. You drag yourself onto the ground, kicking behind you in a panic as you feel Bodecker reaching for you. You don't have time to think about the siren wailing in your head; what the hell is wrong with him?

You roll onto your stomach and get your knees under you. You scrabble across the dirt as you fight to get your feet set. Before you can stand, you're bowled over. You cry out as the heavy metal cracks off the back of your head.

You fall into the ditch next to the road, tumbling down as the flashlight bounces beside you. You look up as the panting sheriff stands above you at the crest of the earth. You reach to hold your skull as he puffs out his stomach.

"That's assault on an officer, girly," he growls, "lot worse than a slap on the wrist for that."

He steps forward and stops as gravel crunches. You blink dizzily and babble. Tires cruise forward and stop on the other side of the road. You can't see anything as you struggle to push yourself up.

"Everything okay, Sheriff?" A voice calls out.

"All good," Bodecker turns, resting his hand on his gun. You freeze. "Just stretching my legs."

"Alright, well then, have a good one," the man calls out. You think it might be Cole from down the way but you can't know for sure.

The sheriff waits until the driver leaves before he turns back. You gulp and jump up, spinning to climb out the other side of the ditch. He hops across as you haul yourself up. He kicks you back down and you yelp as his foot knocks the air out of you.

"Now, we ain't gonna be doin' all that," he tramps down the incline and grabs you by the hair. "I see how you like it. Rough."

You groan and grab his wrist, whining as he tears on your roots, "please--"

"Oh, don't you worry, you'll be begging real good," he turns you over to your stomach and straddles you, dropping your head as you writhe. He bends your arms back and cuffs them tight, the metal pinching your skin. "Ya know, you can just ask ya friend, I can be nice..." he grits, "just too bad you can't.”

[blackdollette]

A&W. - euronymous

✩♬.ᐟ now playing: a&w. - did you know that theres a tunnel under ocean blvd?

⊹₊⋆ synopsis: this is the experience of being an american whore...

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @si1nful-symph0ny @vanlisbon @livingdead-reilly @oliviah-25 @lankysimp @auggiethecreator @livingdead-materialgirl @monkeyfart

female!reader x r!euronymous

word count: 896

contents: porn without plot, public sex, fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie, smoking, a little spanking

a harsh slap landed on your bruised ass as euronymous ruthlessly pounded into you from behind, the loud bass of his rehearsal breaking into your lewd thoughts. you sobbed into your pillow as he grabbed your hips, roughly shoving himself in and out of you as Forensic Files played on the television in the same room that his bandmates were playing. 

he groaned deeply as he buried himself deep in your tight hole, his calloused fingers digging into your sore hips. “that’s my princess… my little whore.” you didn’t know how you got into this position. having terror incarnated fuck you on the floor of the hotel that held three other people. it was humiliating, really. showing up at the door in the tight little dark dress that hung too low at the chest and just barely covered your ass. you would always be eye candy for whichever one of his friends decided to open the door.

the cycle would repeat itself every day. he would be practicing for a show, he’d get bored and call you up to drink with him, and then somehow you always found yourself laying in the same sweaty bedsheets with his naked body cradling your own after a night of sin. as he laid his head on your bare chest, your fingers tangling through his long, dark hair you thought about how you didn’t even need anyone to love you anymore. but in the end it didn’t really matter. 

your mind snapped back to reality, euronymous’ strained whimpers growing more laboured by each passing second. his cock twitched inside of you as he forced himself to keep his composure, but his thrusts were becoming sloppier and you could’ve sworn that his eyes were glossing over. 

he flipped you over and pressed himself into your trembling body, your legs wrapping around his waist as hot, sticky fluid began to drip from your hole. you screamed out, not bothering to keep your voice down anymore. the echoing sound of sticky skin slapping and lewd moans surely notified the entire building of you and euronymous’ activities. you could see the pale shadows from under the door, seeing that his friends were listening through it, wishing they could join the fun. you felt like a whore, your panties slung to one corner of the room and your bra at the opposite, hanging from the open window sill.

“damnit..! i-i’m fuckin’ cumming, baby!” euronymous slammed into you, breaking your walls and turning you into a mindless, gushy mess. you couldn’t process a single thought as the feeling of his thumb on your clit and him poking and prodding at your nipples sent you to what felt like heaven. he tossed his head back in ecstasy as white hot cum poured from his swollen tip, filling you up to the brim until your were spilling out all around him.

slurred moans slipped from your parted lips so he took the opportunity to shove his fingers into your mouth, making you lick your own cum off your fingers. he pushed himself all the way into you, groaning with satisfaction. “yeah… see how good you taste on my fingers, baby…” he stirred his cock in your gummy walls, feeling himself get overstimulated.

he pulled himself out of you, pumping his length and shooting the last few strings of cum onto your stomach. you laid on your back, panting as you came down from your high, but you knew it wasn’t over yet. 

he sank down a little until he was face to face with your glistening pussy. “such a pretty little pussy you’ve got.” he cooed, giving your cunt a few slaps and drawing up thick threads of gooey cum from your hole. he got right to business, bringing his mouth to your dripping slit and sloppily making out with the honey between your legs. 

you screamed with pure bliss, grabbing a handful of his hair as he hungrily lapped up all your delicious drops. your legs clammed shut around his head but he forced them open again, taking advantage of your weakening limbs. he stuffed a finger into your hole, pumping it in and out and watching as you coated his hand with your liquids. 

his motions were hypnotic, sending you to a universe that you never wanted to return from. your legs began to tremble as you felt another orgasm tearing through your body. your gut tightened as your pussy throbbed against his long tongue, your vision going blurry as you finally reached your climax. 

you wrapped your legs around his head, surely suffocating him. but this felt like heaven to him. a waterfall of hot liquid squirted out of you, spraying all over his face as your body submitted to the pleasure. euronymous drank you up, not letting a single drop go to waste as his face dripped with your warm fluid. your heart raced as you recollected yourself, panting as he wrapped his arms around your body and set you on the bed. he sat beside you, lighting himself a cigarette and offering you a drag. he watched your lips wrap around it, staring at you predatorily as you exhaled a thin ribbon of smoke.

and just like that, he was hard again. you were in for a second round and couldn’t even decline it. this was the experience of being an american whore.

author's note: my mental breakdown is over!! 🥳