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[arlekinounknown]

SCREAMING AND FOAMING AT THE MOUTH I LOBE IT SO MUCHHHHHHHHHH :3333

riddle rosehearts...save me riddle rosehearts...save me... /pos /p

someone PLEASE draw Riddle in this

YOU CANT TELL ME THATS NOT HIM

[tazmiilly]

hii sorry if this has already been answered but I see that in abw ford is often drawn with a wheelchair or cane and I was just curious if there was a specific reason behind it? (like condition, etc.) tbh I personally find the drawings rly comforting as someone w chronic pains I heart ford and how u draw him sm <3

This was answered with the help of my partner so i say “we”

The reason we started doing it is because it’s fucking awesome, but there wasn’t anything specifically in the ABW Journal 3 passages that alluded to him having mobility aids, if that’s what you’re asking. Everything we’re about to discuss is stuff that we just came up with on our own.

Without going into too much detail, in February of ‘82, Ford fell and fractured his right tibial plateau. Due to several factors - the fate of the universe being at stake, Ford’s own fragile mental state, the looming presence of Bill, etc. - Ford did not immediately seek treatment. He tried to “suck it up” and “tough it out” for quite a while, which of course only exacerbated the injury, and by the time he finally did go to a hospital, his leg had been permanently damaged. He walks with a limp and has long-term arthritis in that knee.

Additionally, to protect his mind from Bill, Ford had Fiddleford perform a DIY sci-fi craniotomy on his parietal lobe (this is their universe’s equivalent of the metal plate being installed in the head). Again, though, circumstances being what they were, it was a messy procedure, and Ford has been dealing with the side effects of the surgery ever since.

Most of the time he walks with a cane, but there are plenty of instances in which he uses a chair, such as if he has to travel long distances, navigating difficult terrain, or even if his pain is just particularly bad that day. (Caroline note: I made a whole post about his various mobility aids! You can read it here!)

So the big difference in this universe - what makes it “better” - is that Ford is not forced to be alone and adrift for thirty years. Ford’s problems don’t go away immediately, but he doesn’t have to face them on his own. In this world, he has access to help and, though he struggles to at first (this is Ford, after all), ultimately accepts it. We have a ton of notes about where the exact point of timeline divergence is, what exactly happened, and a great deal of these do contribute directly to his use of mobility aids, but I think the really important thing is that he doesn’t feel he has to stand alone. He can depend on others for help and he can use a cane to walk around and he can use a chair if he needs a break.

[sugar-omi]

Omg I love your mermaid!Cove! Can I request some more please? 🩵

surprisingly i have many ideas on mer!cove lol, i didnt think i did but this is so long!! so enjoy<3 tysm for the ask anon, im glad you liked my mer!cover hehe<33

tags : Fluff, headcanons

eta a bit on cove w sharp teeth <3

mmm... merman cove is so pretty even in human form

in human form, he has scales in a few places

down the side of his hips to the top of his thighs and a few straglers on his ankles

his scales are blue and green. they're iridescent as well, super pretty

the closer to his chest, the lighter his scales are but there's still some dark ones around his hips that are more like a navy blue

his fins are probably on the greener side as well, and im thinking more translucent too

i looked at some fanart, i think his tail would be more on the "capey" side as well

and if i can go as far as you link you to this beautiful kokomi fanart by nataliadsw on twitter: here

in fact i'd even say the fins are like in the art! very sparkly and pretty

how do we feel abt a purple to light blue gradient?

i was thinking abt his ears too n yk how some ppl draw mermaids with fins for ears or whatever?

i think his ears are long like an elf, but the tips have a blue-to-flesh gradient. maybe even

lots of pretty piercings!! has gold and pearls in his ears.

ETA BC I TOTALLY FORGOT ABT THIS

BUT COVE HAS SHARP TEETH <333

well, sharp canines anyway

kinda like this photo: here

imagine his lil sharp smile..... i love him

also don't ask me how he shifts. bc i have no idea

as far as I'm concerned he's like a fucking Dino capsule that you drop in water and inflates

LIKE A FUCKING ORBEEZ

okay that settles it, that's what we're going with LMAO

oh my god

before i forget.. mer cove is Big

know how i said orc!derek was like 7 foot?

cove is like 7 foot 2 or some shit

idk, but derek has competition!!

i don't think that's the normal height for mer-people either. well. not mermaids anyway. orcas and whales? for sure

he has claws as well!! he tries to keep them short bc he's clumsy but he has em

ykw i didn't considered webbed hands.... is that an idea?

...nah. i think his tail makes up for it since i imagine cove is missing some key mermaid qualities due to being part human

in his human form he has the claws as well

back to the big, 7 foot thing!!!

cove has big hands as well, of course in his mer form but also in his human form

even in his human form he's still over 6'5

lots of piercings in his ears. has studs in his ear lobes and has a chain connecting his helix and his stud on one of his ears

a chain of pearls on his wrist!!!!

oh. my. god.

waist chains.

of course he doesn't wear these nice shiny all at once lol, he's not into being blinged out like that, but wears any jewelry he's gifted all the time <33

wears waist chain's mostly when he's in human form, since he doesn't have any fins getting caught or evil pirates to worry about

!!! i almost forgot

he brings you many many gifts

he's like a puppy this way

you have jars of shells and sand, some sand different colors from certain beaches he's visited.

cove even brought you your own string of pearls, and you have mini towers of different colored sea glass

so many gifts that you have a whole book case for them and even then some things spill into other areas of the house

whether or not you met cove at a young age, i think you start to understand what all his different chirps and sounds mean

like a few quick chirps are a sign of happiness

i even imagine he purrs like a cat so he'll put your hand to his heart and let you feel the rumble of his chest

or he'll nuzzle your cheek and you can hear it in your ear <33

[cheerful-sixears]

Finnigan "Fitz" Barnes || he/him/his || pygmy/jamnapari goat || 30

update for a dear OC of mine ;u; <3 don't consider myself a real furry [moreso enthusiast] , so yeah! Finnigan or "Fitz" was one of my first 'coming out' OC's that I created with the help of my brother, @monkie-deej. <3

Profile below the cut ;u;

\\\-Basics-\\\

☽｡⋆Name: Finnigan Olivander Barnes

☽｡⋆Nickname(s): Finn, Finny, “Fitz”, Finners, Fizzy, Fizzles, 

☽｡⋆Species: Pygmy Goat, Jamnapari Goat & 0.2% fainting goat

☽｡⋆Age: 30

☽｡⋆Height: 5'3"

☽｡⋆Weight: 290+lbs

☽｡⋆Hair Color: curly and dyed pink

☽｡⋆Eye Color: Kelly Green

☽｡⋆Fur Color: rich cream colored w/ Rusty, Reddish Brown markings + "pink nose"

☽｡⋆Hoof/Horn Color: pale, pastel slate brown

☽｡⋆Tattoos: none

☽｡⋆Scars: right elbow; knees [scattered]

☽｡⋆Piercings: Ear lobes, bullring/septum

☽｡⋆Notable Accessories: Occasionally; a paperboy hat, fingerless gloves, kandi bracelets galore

\\\-Personality-\\\

☽｡⋆Occupation/Specialties: Zombies/Ghouls, Drawing, Writing, and Currently Unemployed from a REAL jobbb

☽｡⋆Fears: *murky [deep] water, heights and most high speeds, losing Audron

☽｡⋆Hobbies: Drawing, writing, scrapbooking, collecting various things, reading, cooking

☽｡⋆Clothing: Prefers clothing to be on the more comfortable side, edgy. He doesn’t have much of a ‘fashion’ sense, and he doesn’t really care what others think of his personal, artsy choices. As long as it’s comfortable and brings good feelings, he’ll wear it. Hee mostly prefers graphic tees, dark colored band tees, sometimes with silly phrases alongside fitted jeans [in pink or purple] and crazy hoof-shoes.

☽｡⋆Personality: Finn has a gentle heart, and a childlike nature and mind most often. He can be very sensible, yet very sensitive, and is always willing to accept those willing to accept him. He adores and is always willing to make new friends of all walks of life, but has a hard time doing so, making him seem somewhat imposing and difficult to approach. He may see the glass half empty on some days, but never doubts a rainy day having a chance to be a genuine, good one. It’s hard to make him cry, but when he does, he spills his heart, and usually feels better by the end of it. Overall, he is a very generous, kind, and caring individual, who is fun loving, and adventurous at best.

☽｡⋆Relationships: 

–Romantic: Closed // [fictionally]

–List: Macaque [Lego Monkie Kid], Ryo Asuka//Satan [Devilman Franchise], Kumatetsu [The Boy and the Beast]

–Friends: Audron/OddyMoo [ @monkie-deej], Shadow/Shade [ @evil-dad-evil], 

–Friendships: Open // [just ask! <3]

\\\-Weaknesses/Negative Traits/Disadvantages-\\\

☽｡⋆Illnesses: short temper, sad very often, tummy troubles, common migraines and symptoms

☽｡⋆Weaknesses: pollen/allergies, social anxiety, anger issues, 

\\\-Other Preferences-\\\

☽｡⋆Likes: Cooking, Eating, Star Gazing, Mythology, Vampires and cryptids, All nighters with friends, drawing, rodents/marsupials, winged things, dinosaurs and paleo, undead things, dark poetry, loud music, swimming, plushies, reading, the undead, cooking, being lazy on comfy days

☽｡⋆Dislikes: negative thoughts, bright lights, migraines, losing control over himself, repetitive noises, fake people, fakes and liars, assumptions, cleaning, control freaks, 

☽｡⋆Romantic Preference: Demi-Asexual

[star1117-archives]

𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐬𝐚 - 𝐒. 𝐌𝐆

Part of the Mental health comforts series

♕ pairing: song mingi x gn!reader

♕ genre: hurt/comfort (?)

♕ w/c: 697

♕ cw + tw: vomiting, bulimia nervosa, intimacy, crying, profanity

♕ a/n: please DNI if this could possibly be triggering for you <3

MINGI SIGHED AS YOU STOOD UP, WIPING A STRAY BIT OF DROOL FROM YOUR MOUTH BEFORE MOVING TO THE SINK TO WASH YOUR HANDS.

The silence between you two was almost tangible, made even more apparent by your shallow breathing and the running water. Washing your hands and face, you grabbed the mouthwash from the side and gargled it for a second, hoping to wash away the dread setting your heart as well as the bad taste.

It felt wrong to see Mingi this quiet, even if you knew he was watching you intently from the corner of his eye. Unable to bear the feeling, you turned away, taking a towel and patting your face and hands dry. It almost felt as if your throat was closing up. You gritted your teeth and swallowed before putting the towel back.

Just as you were about to leave the bathroom in shame, a strong pair of arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a backhug. Mingi had been careful to not press his hands into your stomach, knowing it would still be sensitive, and pressed a kiss to your shoulder, nestling in it soon after.

“It’s not your fault.”

Chuckling quietly, the sound was devoid of happiness as you pressed a kiss to Mingi’s arm, leaning on it appreciatively as you spoke.

“If it’s not mine, who’s is it then?”

Mingi sighed and turned you around slowly, pushing a hair out of your face and cupping your cheeks. His expression seemed hurt as he responded, as if your pain was his.

“You’re perfect just the way you are, Y/N. I hate them for ever making you think you’re not.”

His tone was serious as he leaned closer, gaze stony as his face tensed. You could already feel the tears stinging your eyes once again.

“I’ll hate them with my every breath until I die, because they made the love of my life feel this way.”

You sniffled at this, tears welling as Mingi stroked his thumbs over your cheeks. He wiped away the first tear that fell, kissing your forehead with a small smile. All you could do was shake uncontrollably in his arms.

“We’re gonna get through this, together. Whatever it takes, I’m gonna be here for you.”

You nodded quietly at his words, letting your face fall into his chest as you sobbed uncontrollably. He held you closer to him, stroking your back and pressing small kisses to your head as you tried to speak through the tears.

“I tried Mingi, I-I really tried.. I just- I can’t f-fucking do it!”

He shook his head and stroked a few hairs out of your ear, pressing a kiss to the lobe before murmuring in it softly.

“I know Angel, and you did so well. Now we’re gonna try, m’kay? And we’re gonna beat this, together.”

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[lotus-pear]

Third person living in your wall, hello...

Gibes you my love as rent bc I can (accept it or I'm not gonna pay.. :3)

How are you Pookster...

I lobes you sm I consume your art w/ soy sauce every meal <33

YOU HAVE MY HEART, TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT...!!!

👉💖

man what if the exterminator finds all of you,,,,anyway i’m doing good i hope you have a nice meal w my art,, and the soy sauce,,,,,, i’ll take your heart in exchange for my art if y think it’s a fair trade 🫶🏼

[rootbeerl0ver]

Abt me :P

Names—Wyatt/Ron/Jimmy/Billy

Age—14-15 🤯

Pronouns—It/Its/He/Him/Xe/Xir

Sexuality + Sex—Gay, Aroace and trans male :3

Facts about me :D—Im a fictionkin and autistic + I love making new friends + I love hearing about everyone’s special interests and I love talking about mines ^^(Everyone has such crazy interests, it’s so interesting :D) + I LITERALLY HEART ANYONE WHO MATCHES MY ENERGY + I talk a lot 😣 + I LOVE GRUNGE(90s) >:3 + I use “:3, >:3, ^^, ^_^, :D, :(, :), :p, @w@, @_@” for funies + AND IM WRITER + EDITOR (been writing for 1 year now and been editing for 4 years now) + I love people who use tone tags

My special interests ❤️(VERY WEIRD)

1) Edward Furlong movies :3

2) The Crow series(But Im mostly hyperfixing on The Crow Wicked Prayer, I also have a Eric action figure, The first crow on DvD and The Crow Wicked Prayer on DvD :3)

3) Any Arnold Schwarzenegger movie(My favourites are the first Terminator and Kindergarten Cop :D)

4) HISTORYYYSYS(Mostly Westward Expansion and WWI)

5) Animal Factory(I have the book, IM READING IT RN I HAVENT FINISHED BUT IT’S SO GOOD.)

6) The Terminator movie series(I have all the dvds my favourites are the 1st, 2nd and 3rd THE 3RD IS SO UNDERRATED BRO.)

7) any 70s-00s related anything(But mostly 90s—00s)

8) GREASE ❤️

9) Musicals(UGHHSHS I LOVE MUSICALS)

10) Brainscan :D(I NEED TO GET A DVD COPY GRR)

11) Pecker (I LOBE PECKER, SUCH A SILLY MOVIE)

12) Detroit Rock City

13) Pet Sematary(1 & 2, I HAVE THE BOOK AND THE DVDS OF BOTH THE FIRST AND THE SEQUEL)

14) Basically 90s-00s horror movies

15) Smiling Friends

16) Aftermath

My favourite bands/artists(Warning I lobe any genre of music)

1) Butthole Surfers

2) Tyler, the creator (My favourite albums are Cherry Bomb, Goblin and Igor)

3) Sublime

4) Odetari

5) Rihanna

6) Kiss

7) Elvis Presley

8) MARINA

9) The Jesus and Mary Chain

10) Nirvana

11) MSI

12) Deftones

13) ICP

14) Grimes

My discord is malikloveswes if you wanna add me there :D/nf

[mydemonsdrivealimo]

please tell me about all of jensen's piercings i wanna know all the deets (i.e., what kind of piercings/where they are, when/why he got them, etc.)

AH omg i love this question!!!! ill just go down the list of them in chronological order :) (and add some ive been meaning to)

lowest ear lobe piercings: hes had these ones pierced since he was like,, 3 or 4 (his dad got them done when he still lived in colombia). they were just regular studs, but now they're the ones he changes out most often (he keeps them either as studs or very small hoops for work, but if he goes out for anything he'll put on some fun ones)

second ear lobe piercings: he got those ones done when he was 17. he had wanted them for a while, and his foster mom offered to take him as a birthday present. liyah went with too because she was all excited for him :) these ones were also just regular studs, but now he switches them occasionally. usually he leaves in a pair of black studs though

helix piercing: he got this one at the same time as the next one. this one was honestly just him wanting another piercing asdfghjk. he got it was when he was 18, almost 19, and cyrus got a matching one :) the one he got was a stud but the second he could, he changed it for a hoop and has had that in since

eyebrow piercing: again, he got this one at the same time (this one was the actual reason he went, the helix was just bc he could asdfghjk). he had wanted this one for a few months and finally decided to go get it bc uhh,, why not

industrial piercing: got this one when he was 19. he was a little bit worried about it rejecting and/or getting infected, since it's pretty common, but he just stayed really on top of cleaning and protecting it so he was all good :) this one didn't have a reason, he just really liked it asdfghjk

nipple piercings: one of my personal favs <3 he got these when he was 20, like peak band era, mainly due to cy and liyah suggesting that he should. it was kind of a joke since he asked what his next piercing should be, but the second they said it he knew he had to. over the years he gets a few different kinds, including rings, star shaped, and heart shaped ones besides the original barbell ones he got

tongue piercing: he took a break from getting piercings for quite a few years. he had kinda always wanted a tongue piercing, so it felt right to start again w that in med school (he was 24 when he got it) (this was also around the time where he took out the eyebrow piercing, so he needed to replace it w something asdfghjk)

(around here was when he started leaning into tats instead, so he got most of his big ones between the tongue and the next piercing)

daith piercing: he gets this one his second year at edenbrook (same ear as the helix). he literally just wanted another one and he thought that one was cool asdfghjk. he started w the usual starter one and, when it healed, changed to a star-shaped one

conch piercing: he gets this one at the start of third year. he wanted another one on the ear w his industrial to balance it out, and since he was taking bryce to get his pierced anyway, he figured it was a good time to do it

septum piercing: he gets this one after passing his boards :) it's another one he's kinda always wanted, so it felt right to do it as a celebratory thing

stacked ear piercings: he gets these on the ear w the helix (about 2 years after third year, so around 31). they're just cute little baby ones and he leaves the black ones in. bryce goes with for this one as well bc he gets a little nose stud (but he changes it out for a ring occasionally)

@peonyblossom

[alphabetatoes]

92 Questions

redoing this 6 years later!

THE LAST:

1. Drink: cran pineapple juice w/ mango pineapple vodka

2. Phone call: my mom

3. Text message: alexis

4. Song you listened to: iSpy by kyle and lil yachty

5. Time you cried: today

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: no

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: no

8. Been cheated on: no

9. Lost someone special: yes

10. Been depressed: yes

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: yessir

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12-14: black, gray, pink

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: yes !!!

16. Fallen out of love: no

17. Laughed until you cried: yes !!!

18. Found out someone was talking about you: no

19. Met someone who changed you: yes

20. Found out who your friends are: i don't think so? at least not in a bad way

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: no

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: id say the majority of them

23. Do you have any pets: staley! (miss banana)

24. Do you want to change your name: sometimes

25. What did you do for your last Birthday: got ramen!

26. What time did you wake up: first around 8 then around 10

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: twas asleep

28. Name something you can’t wait for:  my birth-iversary next saturday lmao

29. When was the last time you saw your mom: when i got home from work tonight

30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: knowing its not selfish to humanize myself

31. What are you listening right now: the kids arent alright by fallout boy

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: probably

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: not feeling good enough/other peoples undeserved entitlement

34. Most visited Website: youtube

LOST QUESTIONS.

35. Mole/s: one on my lower back

36. Mark/s: birthmarks on my legs, liver spots scattered everywhere & a surgery scar above my belly button

37. Childhood dream: "to be a lady of luxury” - my actual 4 year old self .

38. Hair Colour: blue/black (starry night hair dye)

39. Long or short hair: medium

40. Do you have a crush on someone: yes

41. What do you like about yourself: my kindness

42. Piercings: ear lobes, double helix, nose

43. Blood type: A+ apparently????

44. Nickname: kate, bo peep (when i was like 5), kb, kathia

45. Relationship status: single

46. Zodiac: Aries

47. Pronouns: She/her

48. Favorite TV Show: degrassi, rpdr, abbott elementary, mythic quest

49. Tattoos:  got a hibiscus flower on my upper left arm friday 1/13/23

50. Right or left hand: Right

51. Surgery: had cataract surgery in october 2022

52. Hair dyed in different color: yessir! its blueish black

53. Sport: i like to believe im a badminton protégé

55. Vacation: i went to marquez for a weekend in september 2022 but thats it since then lmao

56. Pair of trainers: vans superiority!

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating Currently: freebirds burrito bowl

58. Drinking currently: cran pineapple juice with mango pineapple vodka

59. I’m about to: change songs on spotify

61. Waiting for: next saturday (my birth-iversary)

62. Want: to get clarity as to why someone blocked me on instagram

63. Get married: who knows

64. Career: green engineering or additive manufacturing

WHICH IS BETTER

65. Hugs or kisses: kisses

66. Lips or eyes: lips

67. Shorter or taller: taller >:)

68. Older or younger: older

70. Nice arms or nice stomach: nice arms. all tummies are nice tummies

71. Sensitive or loud: sensitive. loud is too much for me

72. Hook up or relationship: hook up

73. Troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker,, im impatient

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a stranger: no

75. Drank hard liquor: yes

76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: yes

77. Turned someone down: no

78. Sex in the first date: not yet

79. Broken someone’s heart: not that i know of?

80. Had your heart broken: yes

81. Been arrested: no

82. Cried when someone died: absolutely

83. Fallen for a friend: accidentally lmao

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: im trying to

85. Miracles: i believe in karma

86. Love at first sight: maybe?

87. Santa Claus: no

88. Kiss in the first date: sure

89. Angels: again, maybe?

OTHER:

90. Current best friends’ names: alexis, dawn, yasmene, kassidy

91. Eyecolor: green and brown

92. Favorite movie: grease/hairspray/the internship/rv

92 Questions

doing this because im bored af// feel free to do this if you want to

THE LAST:

1. Drink: Chai Tea 2. Phone call: my mom 3. Text message: my mom 4. Song you listened to: Dust Bowl Dance by Mumford & Sons 5. Time you cried: today

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: no 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: no 8. Been cheated on: no 9. Lost someone special: yes 10. Been depressed: yes 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: no

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12-14: black, gray. blue

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: yes 16. Fallen out of love: no 17. Laughed until you cried: YES 18. Found out someone was talking about you: depends on the context 19. Met someone who changed you: yes 20. Found out who your friends are: unfortunately 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: i don’t have a Facebook

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: i don’t have a Facebook 23. Do you have any pets: a miniature schnauzer 24. Do you want to change your name: sometimes 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: went out to eat sushi 26. What time did you wake up: 10:04 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: watching youtube videos 28. Name something you can’t wait for:  being happy with myself 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: a couple hours ago 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: i want to be true to myself 31. What are you listening right now: After the Storm by Mumford & Sons 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: probably 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: things aren’t moving as fast as i want them to 34. Most visited Website: Youtube/Tumblr

LOST QUESTIONS.

35. Mole/s: none 36. Mark/s: birthmarks on my legs, liver spots scattered everywhere & a surgery scar above my belly button 37. Childhood dream: “to be a lady of luxury” - my actual 4 year old self 38. Hair Colour: dark brown 39. Long or short hair: medium 40. Do you have a crush on someone: yes 41. What do you like about yourself: my sense of humor 42. Piercings: ears, want to get a nose piercing 43. Blood type: O+ 44. Nickname: kate, bo peep (when i was like 5) 45. Relationship status: single 46. Zodiac: Aries 47. Pronouns: She/her 48. Favorite TV Show: Degrassi, Riverdale, Rick and Morty, Bob’s Burgers, The Walking Dead 49. Tattoos:  I want to get one once I turn 18 50. Right or left hand: Right 51. Surgery: several. and one coming up 52. Hair dyed in different color: its a few shades lighter than my normal hair color, but i want to dye it a dark blue or purple 53. Sport: i ?? dont ?? do sports ?? ( i was on the track team in 7th grade) 55. Vacation: my favorite vacation was Hawaii, id like to go to Greece on vacation 56. Pair of trainers: converse

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating Currently: Nothing 58. Drinking currently: Coke 59. I’m about to: find more of these posts 61. Waiting for: AP scores to be released 62. Want: to find a group of best friends 63. Get married: who knows 64. Career: something in the computer science department

WHICH IS BETTER

65. Hugs or kisses: dont care 66. Lips or eyes: dont care 67. Shorter or taller: taller,, im fairly short 68. Older or younger: either 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: don’t care 71. Sensitive or loud: don’t care 72. Hook up or relationship: no opinion 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: no opinion

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a stranger: no 75. Drank hard liquor: yes 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: yes 77. Turned someone down: not applicable 78. Sex in the first date: never been on a date 79. Broken someone’s heart: not that i know of? 80. Had your heart broken: yes 81. Been arrested: no 82. Cried when someone died: absolutely 83. Fallen for a friend: no

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: sometimes 85. Miracles: i believe in karma 86. Love at first sight: no 87. Santa Claus: not since i was 11 88. Kiss in the first date: maybe 89. Angels: no

OTHER:

90. Current best friends’ names: i dont have a best friend 91. Eyecolor: i have heterochromia so one of my eyes is green and the other is brown 92. Favorite movie: Grease

[mila-uchiha]

Hiii love your blog💗can I request Bruno with a s/o who once worked in a brothel and feels she’s too filthy for him?? NSFW can be added too:)

You're Beautiful ☾ Bucciarati x Fem!Reader

a/n: writing for my love bruno again<3 enjoy peeps

warnings: NSFW (minors DNI), swearing, praise kink, oral fem receiving, pet names, squirting, just a lotta sensual smut w ma boy

word count: 1.8k

Everything in the past two weeks had led up to this moment now.

Bruno had finally invited you to stay the night at his after you two met while he was on a mission for Passione. From then on, he showed interest in you and would invite you out on dates at expensive, world class restaurants, treating you in ways that made you fall for him despite the limited time you spent together and limited physical contact. He had only kissed you once and even that was enough. He was a gentleman, after all.

Bruno was perfect. Everything you had hoped for in a guy, but it was nerve wrecking, knowing that you held onto a secret that could change the way he viewed you.

Tonight was the first time you had visited his lavish penthouse, which soothed your nerves since you realized he wouldn't have invited you to sleep over if he didn't care, but as you stared at yourself in the mirror while in the elevator of his apartment building, you prepared for the worst.

"Amore, welcome." You were greeted by Bruno along with a soft kiss on your cheek, making you blush. As he showed you around and offered to take your bags, you felt your nerves rising.

Bruno, however, was very good at distracting you. He insisted that he cooked dinner and the next two hours consisted of you laughing at his clumsiness in the kitchen as well as the romantic candle lit dinner on his balcony looking over the city.

Everything felt perfect until you once again remembered that you had to tell him. You had to, but every time it was brought up, your mind immediately dismissed it.

After dinner and a few drinks later, Bruno escorted you to his bedroom, resting you down on his bed while he went to change and insisting that you did the same. So you did. You put on a sexy, lavender set of lingerie, expecting him to admire and not touch, however you didn't realize the kind of night he had in store for you.

-

"Wow," he blushed as he walked out of his bathroom wearing nothing but grey sweatpants. "So that's how tonight's gonna go, huh?" He chuckled.

You played dumb, putting on your best set of doe eyes while he walked over to you as you sat on the edge of his bed. His hand met your cheek, caressing it as you two held eye contact.

"I'm sorry, should I change?" You asked, wondering if you had maybe over done it on the outfit while your nerves began kicking in once more. Bruno leant down slowly, resting his lips on the lobe of your ear,

"Well, you can change if you want but either way, whatever you're wearing is coming off tonight," he grinned.

This made your heart rate sky rocket as your mind remembered that you had to tell him.

"Bruno I-"

He cut you off with a kiss. A slow, sensual kiss that left you wanting more. A kiss that made your worries go away. He picked you up from the foot of his bed and rested you down gently, leaving your head to sit perfectly on his satin pillows.

He climbed on top of you and in between your legs, leaving a space between your bodies, before kissing you again but this time, longer. This time consuming kiss made your thoughts run wild as the same issue was brought up again in your mind, causing you to push him away. He could tell something was wrong.

"Y/n, are you okay?" He pried. You struggled to look directly at him.

"Bruno.." You took a deep breath. "Bruno, I have to tell you something."

He looked at you with sincerity as he tried to ease your nerves,

"What is it amore?" He seemed confused. "Do you not want to do this? Are you a virgin? Trust me I've heard it all."

"Bruno, no I-" Another deep breath. "I don't think you're gonna like what I tell you." Tears began filling your eyes as his hand met your chin, lifting your head up.

"Hey, hey it's okay, talk to me"

"Bruno I-" He smiled at you, calming your nerves and making you feel safe. "I used.. to work.. in a brothel." A huge weight was lifted off your shoulders.

"I'm sorry if you look at me differently. If you want me to leave I understand. Most guys wouldn't want someone as filthy as me," you frowned visibly.

Moments passed in silence as Bruno stared at you until finally breaking that silence,

"Y/n..." Here we go, the worst was about the come.

"You think I'd care about that?" Or maybe not. You were shocked by his response as you finally gained the courage to maintain eye contact with him while he continued,

"It doesn't matter what you did in the past. I'm here with you, right now, and that's all that matters." An even larger weight was lifted off your shoulders.

"But-" You struggled to form a sentence. "But why would you want to be with someone like me? I'm filth-" He cut you off again,

"Don't ever use that fucking word to describe yourself. You're beautiful." This time, it was you, rushing in to kiss him as you felt pure bliss. As you broke away from his soft lips you spoke once more,

"You're the only guy that has ever accepted that part of me."

"Well you've been with some idiots before, then." His eyes trailed down to your lavender lingerie. "C'mon baby, take this off." He tugged at the fabric. "Let me see your body so I can show you how beautiful you are."

And so you took it off, lifting off the dress to expose your bare breasts and a matching lace pantie while your hands immediately covered yourself because for some reason, you felt shy in front of him. You had been so used to being touched and used in the past, but being around Bruno was different. It granted you this new timidity that you never experienced before.

As he realized that you were trying to cover yourself up with your hands, he immediately grabbed your wrists, pinning your hands to the side of your head.

"No, y/n, I told you I was going to show you how beautiful you are. Why won't you let me?" He asked. You shrugged,

"I don't know, I just get nervous. I don't want you to think I'm all... used up and filth-"

"Amore, what did I say about using that word?" He demanded.

"I'm sorry Bruno.. Go ahead."

"Good girl." And with that, he began kissing at your neck, your collarbone, your chest, until his mouth met your right nipple, kissing gently while making eye contact.

"So-" He kissed your nipple. "Fucking-" Another kiss. "Beautiful-" A final kiss, before his tongue began circling around it, causing you to release a few moans which caught his attention.

"Ohhh baby, even your moans are beautiful," he added as he was now face to face with you again. "I'm gonna make you moan whole night so I can hear your pretty voice." His hand caressed your cheek as his lips met yours again kissing gently before pulling away,

"Amore, will you let me kiss you everywhere?" He asked in a demanding yet soft voice. You nodded which caused him to grin as he began placing more kisses on your collarbone and chest, but he didn't stop there. His kisses trailed lower and lower until his lips had reached your pantie.

"You're so cute, wearing such sexy underwear for me." He let his thumb rest directly onto your clit through the lace which caused you to let out a louder moan.

"Fuck, yes. Such pretty moans." He let his thumb trail gently around your clit through the fabric as he listened to your soft moans continue. It was ecstasy for him, but he couldn't wait any longer.

He slowly pulled down your pantie, leaving you completely naked on his bed as he was now face to face with your opening, watching it in awe.

"Fuck, even your cunt is beautiful."

Without warning, he began placing soft kisses on your clit, relishing in your taste and causing your moans to get louder and louder, from his kisses alone as your body jerked.

"Look at you squirming under my touch. Stay still for me amore, I'm trying to taste you properly." You nodded, obeying his wishes as his hands held your hips down. His kisses stopped and his tongue was now gently flicking your clit left to right, causing you to scream out his name,

"Fuck! Bru-no"

The pace of his tongue increased as he then inserted two fingers, hitting your spot perfectly as if his hands were made for you. He lifted up for a second as the thumb of his free hand was now flicking your clit,

"Yes baby, continue moaning. I'm only gonna let you cum if I can hear you moan loud okay?"

You nodded. At this point you'd do anything for him. His tongue met your clit once again as his pace increased, his fingers pumping in and out of you and you obeyed his wishes again, moaning his name constantly so he could hear.

He began getting sloppy, literally eating your cunt as if it was the best thing he had ever put in his mouth and within seconds, you were nearing your orgasm. That familiar feeling was approaching and you were moaning more than you ever had,

"Fuck- Bruno... m gonna cum Bruno 'm gonna cum" and with that, you came undone in front of him, moaning heavily and deeply while you squirted all over him. And he let you. He let you squirt all over his sheets, all over his face, in his mouth, and he was enjoying every single second of it.

As he helped you ride out your orgasm, kissing your clit softly at the end, he finally lifted up and took his fingers out of you, putting them in his mouth and sucking them so he could taste you once again.

"Fuck, y/n, you taste amazing."

You chuckled, out of breath, and finally spoke after you tried to compose yourself,

"Fuck. I just squirted. I haven't done that in a while, Bruno."

He grinned, "Really? Well have you forgotten you're sleeping here?" He lifted himself up to meet you face to face as he allowed his bulging crotch to rest onto your bare pussy, rocking his hips gently.

"That isn't the last time you're squirting tonight," he spoke. His lips met yours in a passionate kiss and he began grinding his hips as his hands caressed your tits.

"Get ready amore, I'm gonna show you how beautiful you are tonight in many different ways."

[jesus-in-the-womb]

Eddie x reader w PTSD from childhood SA and him comforting her during an attack ALSO WOULD LOVE TO SEE THIS WITH STEVE

Oh this will definitely be remade with Stevie <3 if you can't tell by the title TW: MENTIONS OF SA, PTSD, PTSD PANIC/ANXIETY ATTACK, SLIGHT MENTION OF SMUT (nothing too detailed since this is an angsty/sad request) (a short one, please enjoy <3) link to prequel

"Y/N, baby are you okay?" the sounds of your boyfriend calling your name were near impossible to hear, his body detaching itself from you, only to pull your back against his equally bare chest. You lay in between his legs, ignoring his naked lower half as it pressed into the flesh of your spine. You were in no mood to pay attention to your surroundings.

Your eyes nearly went black, tunnel vision taking over your sight and practically blinding you for the time being. Your heart hammered loudly against your chest, your body heaving with broken gasps for air as you lost yourself in a memory coming to life.

The feeling of Eddie's heavy breath fanning across your face, his fingers digging into your waist, his hips slamming into your own, it became too much to bear, your mind replacing his loving gaze and handsome face with one you were all too familiar with. His features morphed in front of you, eyes nearly turning black with malice and lust, lips pulling to an ugly snarl beneath the large nose. This wasn't your loving, caring, sweet doting boyfriend anymore. This was the man who took your innocence. The man who tore apart your soul all those years ago, implanting mental and physical scars for you to carry throughout the rest of your life. He'd taken everything you'd loved and turned it into a sour memory with his ill intentions.

Eddie knew what was happening, immediately retracting himself from your body, feeling disgusted even though he knew it wasn't his fault. This didn't happen with you often, but when it did, the metalhead could feel pieces of his soul chip, fluttering in the wind and away from his body. Your pain instantly became his as he tried to console you the best way he knew he could; silent promises, soft touches, patience, and an understanding persona. The best he could do was to be there for you.

You zoned in on Eddie's hands, feeling them wrapped loosely around you, nearly cooing at his consideration for how cautious he was as he held you, if it weren't for your current state. His chin sat atop your head, moving slightly when he leaned down to place a kiss on the crown of your head. His soft hushes and caring affections grounding you back to earth, pulling your headspace back to reality as you calmed.

You stuttered through one more gasp, finally getting your breathing under control as your boyfriend held you. You wrapped your arms around his, leaning back into his chest with a hiccuped sob you shoved back inside.

"I got you, come back to me baby. I'm here, I'm here, sweetheart. You're okay, you're safe," Eddie repeated this like a mantra through whispers. Lips pressing to the lobe of your ear in a chaste kiss, "you're safe."

You didn't know how lucky you'd gotten or why you had even gotten lucky in the first place, but your life was blessed when Eddie Munson walked in. He didn't plan on leaving, and you were utterly grateful for him. Eddie Munson was your safe place, your haven.

This was hard to write, I myself am a victim of SA.... I've been in this situation before, having literal flashbacks mid-sex..... it fucking sucks. So, I literally just took my own experience and turned it into an Eddie fic.... this one will definitely be held close to my heart above all... thanks for tuning in for another of my TEDtalks... love ya <3

[delirious-donna]

Ahem thinking of shuji casually breaking into your workplace and noticing him sitting patiently, leg balanced w his ankle on his opposite knee, lounging so casually directly outside a meeting room you're in. You notice him directly after greeting your bosses. But...you obviously can't chew him out. Can't text him either. You can only try and act casual while your boss presents whatever company data is relevant. Thinking of his devilish smile and little wave when the data presented is sensitive enough that you have to put the blinds down and now you don't have eyes on your trouble maker boyfriend and it's the longest thirty minutes of your life. Thinking of how you end the meeting and check your phone to a "come find me if you can <3" text 😳🥴

Oh my god, the sheer panic! I think I’d pass out if he did this.

No one dares to approach him, would you? His entire demeanour is casual, laidback like he is meant to be here. In your office. Where he did not work.

Eyes impossibly wide as you lock gazes with him over the shoulder of your boss, frozen for a moment in the handshake and his fucking knowing smirk makes you itch all over.

It’s an important meeting, why is he here? How are you meant to focus and get shit done when Shuji offers you that ridiculous little wave, looking around like he’s goddamn bored and waiting to be entertained.

Trouble is, he is waiting to be entertained and by you, of course.

The meeting is the most difficult of your career, trying to retain and engage with the information being presented whilst your eyes continue to flicker to him, now lounging like a King. Thighs spread wide in the leather seat, his cheek resting on his fist whilst the fingers of his other hand drum an impatient beat. Tattoos stark and vivid on the backs of his hands, not a very corporate image.

He eyes you like a predator getting ready for the chase as you approach the window and tug on the blinds. Shuji’s brow arches high to match that devilish grin and you know he is up to something. Up to something but you can no longer keep a watch over him and your throat is so very parched no matter how much water you shakily chug from the pitcher.

It’s over.

You’re the first to fly from the meeting room and come face to face with an empty seat, no sign of him and you hope to god that security hasn’t found him and attempted to escort him out. There are no angry shouts or grunts of pain so that couldn’t be the case. Your phone vibrates against your hip, clutching it desperately to see his name illuminated and a challenge… “come find me if u can <3”.

It’s a race against the clock, you have to find him. Have to sneak your troublesome boyfriend out of here before he is caught or you’re fired. The panic makes your efforts lax, not looking quite closely enough as you peer into stationery cupboards, kitchen areas, cleaning closets and even the mens’ toilets.

The thud of your heart masks his faint snicker, if you weren’t facing away from him the sight of the tall menace looming out of the shadows of the third floor cupboard marked for odds and ends might have made you shriek.

A warm rough hand claps easily over your mouth, his foot kicking the door back shut and you’re hauled against his chest in three easy movements.

“Now then, did you find me or did I catch you, doll?”

His drawl is thick, dripping in syrupy molasses and setting you on fire despite how risky this is. The hand around your middle travels up to grope at your tits through your blouse whilst his knee forces its way between your thighs, the tight fabric of your skirt bunching up to accommodate him.

“Thought you could use a break, and I’ve missed you and those slutty moans that only I get to hear,” he rasps in your ear, tugging on your lobe with his sharp teeth.

Your panting heavily against his palm, fingernails clawing into his wrist. Stuck between wanting to tell him he is a fucking asshole for pulling this shit at your work and wanting to turn in his arms and ride him to the floor.

In the end, he makes the decision for you with seven simple words. Words you could never ignore….

“Be a good girl and bend over.”

[eijishimas]

midnight snack.

18+ nsfw content, minors dni. all characters are aged up.

masterlist.

content warnings: oral sex (f!receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (use protection irl pls!), quirk use (electro stimulation), a hint of overstim, & a sprinkle of degradation. f!reader.

notes: all i could think about while writing this was “and they were roommates! ohmygod they were roommates.” also thank u bria ( @rekiri ) & sun ( @kiridarling ) for keeping me sane while writing this, ily both <3

wc: 3.0k

You rarely got hungry in the middle of the night. You usually went to bed full of food cooked by yourself or ordered takeout by your roommate, Denki. Tonight was different, however. You had been working on a project, one that was taking up far too much of your time due to your incompetent group members causing you to pick up the slack. You had been stressed beyond belief lately because of them. Maybe a small stretch would help clear your mind, you reasoned to yourself internally. While you were at it, a midnight snack wouldn’t be too bad. It would help ease your nerves, even. You stood from your desk, stretching your arms above your head and cracking the joints of your shoulders. Now exiting your room, you threw a glance across the hallway to see the light under your roommate’s door was still on. Of course he was staying up again, when did he not? Probably off playing video games with the guys again.

You yawned, bare feet pattering against the hardwood of your apartment floor on your way to the kitchen. You shivered, wearing only a cropped sweater you had thrifted and a pair of your comfiest shorts. So what if they were a little short on you, they did the job of keeping you comfy while you slept. No one besides Denki saw you in them, mostly because you wore them to bed. Opening the fridge door, you cringed at the harsh lighting hitting you square in the face. You bent over, eyes scanning the bottom shelf for something to pique your interest. Since you figured Denki was in his room, you didn’t bother to bend your knees while you were searching for your snack.

“Uh- I uh, whatcha lookin’ for?” Denki’s voice cracked slightly. What were the odds? Your head whipped up so fast from the fridge, you nearly knocked into the door of it. Your face began to overheat as you saw your roommate standing there in his pyjamas, fighting off his own blush as he looked at you. Had he seen how your shorts rode up your ass, giving the perfect view of the lace black panties you had been wearing that night? Maybe. The answer was most definitely a yes, but he wasn’t going to admit that to you. He really didn’t want to die by your hands.

“I was, well I was grabbing some water,” you fumbled for your words as Denki approached you, moving around the bar counter of your apartment to peer into the fridge himself from behind you. His hair was damp, sticking to his forehead indicating that he had just hopped out of the shower. No kidding, he had used your fruit passion shampoo along with lemon scented body wash again. You felt his hot breath on the back of your neck from how close he was to you, your tongue wetting your lips as you tried to ease your building nerves. You were never so nervous around him, he was your roommate and your best friend. The two of you had always been comfortable around each other.

You stood perfectly still, razor focused on the fruit cup on the top shelf to distract your mind that was buzzing with electricity. He smelled so good. He felt awfully warm. And he was incredibly close to you, so much so that you could hear his own inner monologue if you listened hard enough. You were so caught up in your thoughts that your mind barely registered that his hands were sitting comfortably on your waist. “Hey,” Denki spoke up, “Did you wear that for me?”

Processing his words, there was a tiny heat that began to burn low in your stomach. “I’m sorry?” you squeaked out.

“The black lacy ones. The ones that make me want to eat you out on the counter until you’re screaming. Did you wear those for me?” his voice was low, whispering deliciously into your ear. Sinful thoughts were clouding your mind, your previous intentions of getting a snack now lost to the idea of possibly choking on something else entirely tonight. “Denki—” His hands slipped beneath your shirt, stopping just below your breasts. You were starting to feel something hard poking at the cheek of your ass. Your breath hitched, thighs clenching together in an attempt to tame the growing heat between them. The two of you had been dancing around the notion of having feelings for each other for a long time.

You tried to look the other way every time he would stare at you for just a small bit longer than he should. He pretended to not notice the way you sat so very close to him, despite the entire couch being free. The way your fingertips brushed his thighs when you leaned over him to grab the remote. The way his touch lingered on your hip when he went to pass behind you while you cooked dinner together, his palms warm and jittery. Everything clicked together so perfectly for the two of you, it was beginning to become undeniable and almost comical at this point.

Tonight only made you more desperate for some type of release, since all of the previous tension between the two of you had crescendoed into Denki moulding his lips to your neck and sucking deep purple marks in a lovely pattern against your hot skin. Your legs felt weak, a strained moan escaping you. Between the cool air of the open fridge and his hands exploring your torso, it felt like heaven. His fingers pinched and pulled at your nipples eagerly, his name falling off your tongue as if second nature. You wanted him bad. And he wanted nothing more than to strip you of your clothes and have you right there in the kitchen.

Your legs quivered as he touched you, allowing yourself to lean back against him and succumb to his affection. “I’ve been waiting to do this for so long, baby,” the confidence radiating off the blond was dripping right into his tone. It made more of that liquid heat manifest in your lower half. You were quite certain that those lacy black panties Denki had been talking about now had a wet patch from all of his ministrations. His hands kept massaging at your breasts, small whimpers leaving your lips as you whispered out how you needed more from him. You panted, craning your neck to the side to give him more access to your skin. Your hips seemed to move on their own as you wiggled your ass right up against his prominent hard on. “Fuck,” he swore, fingers dipping into your shorts and past the waistline of your underwear to feel your slick. You were soaking from his touches, thighs shaking and fingers finding purchase in blond locks as his finger pad grazed your aching clit. “More,” you whined with need, “I wanna.. I wanna touch you, please.”

Denki’s mind felt like it was melting. Was this a dream? He never wanted to wake up if that was the case. He inserted a finger into your core, heart fluttering upon hearing you moan out for him again. Your walls hugged his single digit, his dick twitching at the sensation. You were feeling unbearably sensitive for some reason that night, the way his thumb drew circles around your clit paired with his finger reaching within you made your head light. “You’re so greedy, look at you fucking yourself on my fingers. Moaning like that for me. From how much you walk around like a little slut, you had this coming,” Denki nibbled at the lobe of your ear before adding a second digit, curling his fingers and further sending you into your pleasure. “Denki,” you called out again, head tossed against his shoulder, ass rubbing right against his dick in ways that made his head spin. “You’re so wet, do you hear that? Holy fuck, I can’t wait to taste you,” Denki’s words made the coil inside the pit of your stomach snap, your first orgasm of the night finally washing over you as you clenched around his fingers. It took all of Denki’s willpower not to cum in his boxers right then and there. Falling against him for support, your hips lazily rolled against his digits to ride out your high.

“Up on the counter babe, we’re not done yet. I’m still feeling a bit hungry,” he murmured into your ear. The two of you backed away from the fridge, leaving the door open to allow some light in the darkened kitchen. You turned to face him, seeing a bit of a loopy smile on his face despite his lust blown pupils. You wasted no time in connecting your lips, tongue sliding into his mouth with ease. Your body pressed his against the cool granite of the counter, his hands drifting lower down your back to meet the flesh of your ass. He tapped your ass a couple times, his fingers pinching at the fabric of your thin shorts. “You won’t be needing these,” he chuckled deeply against your lips. His drop in octave made you shiver. Your own hands mapped out his body, feeling across his abs that he prided himself on as a pro-hero while your other went right for his cock.

Your excited fingers pulled down his gray sweatpants along with his boxers, his cock springing free from its confines. There was a lovely amount of precum beading atop his reddening head, your thumb swirling the natural lube around his tip. The action elicited a groan from the blond, grabbing a bit harder at your ass. You were gentle, teasing even, your eyes glazed over in lust as your hand pumped his dick at a slow tempo. Denki’s hips began to fuck into your hand, his chest heaving as he took this time to shed himself of his t-shirt. He felt entranced by how your fingers looked so delicate fisting his cock, breath hitching in his throat as your wrist rolled with each stroke of his dick. “Do you know how— fuck — how long I’ve waited for this?” Denki’s words are gentle, his neck craning back down to nip at your exposed skin.

“Too long?”

“Way too long.”

You giggled and he groaned, a low rumble against your soft skin that makes you shiver yet again. You smirked with amusement as you felt him pulse in your hand, yet Denki pulled away from your touch just as you were about to tip him over the line to his own orgasm. “You, you first,” he told you, golden eyes trained on yours, “I like seeing you come undone for me.”

A whimper escaped you, his grin hungry with want for you and only you. “Let’s see how good you taste,” he pressed a final kiss to your lips as he eagerly dropped to his knees. With a shy look in your eyes, you allowed your legs to spread, giving Denki a full view of your pretty pussy. He was practically salivating, eyes taking in your wet sex with a strange fire lit behind them. He was eating good tonight. With your fingers threading in his hair and tugging lightly, he took it as his signal to go. You sucked in a gasp of surprise as something cool touched your already slick entrance. Oh, you had forgotten that Denki had a fucking tongue piercing.

Instinctively, your thighs started to close around Denki’s head. He held them open with ease, the metal ball of his piercing following the tip of his tongue as he happily traced your entrance. “Denki,” you huffed, growing frustrated at his languid pace. For a man who seemed rather eager, he was going very slowly. Denki hummed in response, lips now attached to your clit and you felt your body jolt at the feeling. Fuck. Maybe you should have bit your tongue instead. Channeling electricity through his quirk, you felt a shock emitted from the tiny piece of metal in his mouth to your aching clit. “Denki!” you moaned, eyelids fluttering as you struggled to keep your gaze on him. Your hands kept pulling at his semi-damp hair, rutting your hips as best as you could into his face as your heart beat rapidly in your chest. You felt ten times hotter than you did when you first entered the kitchen, your hands expelling your own sleep shirt to the floor as Denki moaned at the sight of your exposed tits. This gave him the opportunity to push his tongue into your pussy, your toes curling at the sensation of his tongue entering your heat. He had his fun, darting his tongue in and out of you as he kept moaning to keep up the tiny vibrations. Moving his bangs away from his eyes, you could only watch as he ate you out with his skilled muscle.

His tongue reached deeper inside of you, his hands holding your thighs apart firmly as they were threatening to clamp around his head with more force. You hadn’t anticipated that Denki would be this fucking good with his mouth. Your inner walls squeezed around him, your moans picking up in volume. Your nipples were peaked, your back arched and your head thrown back as all you could do was continuously grind your hips against his face. This only edged the blond further, his nose stimulating your swollen clit as his tongue delved as far as it could into your dripping cunt. You nearly screamed his name as you were finally tipped over the edge, your chest heaving as Denki suckled at your sensitive lower lips. He drank your essence happily, your body prickling with heat as he drew back to watch in awe at how your pussy fluttered invitingly around nothing. He was drunk on the feeling of you cumming on his mouth. You two were definitely doing that again.

As you steadily regulated your breathing, Denki slowly got up from his position on the floor. Wiping away a bit of your cum from the corner of his mouth, he threw you another grin. You swallowed dryly, “Need you.”

“What was that, baby?”

“Need you, Den. I need you in.. Please.” Your eyes were begging him to give you more. You had seen how much his cock had been leaking onto the kitchen floor, practically throbbing between his legs from not having given release. With a cheeky sort of smile, Denki gave you a kiss to your cheek before settling his lips to the shell of your ear. “Whatever you say, babe.”

In an instant, you were swept off the counter, your body being caged between the closed freezer door and Denki holding you up from beneath your thighs. His cock fell heavy against your stomach, twitching in its desperation for attention. The light emitting from the open door of the fridge illuminated the right half of the electric blond’s face, his expression lustful and giddy in the harsh LED lighting. It made your heart buzz with anticipation, your body tensing as he eased the head of his cock past your folds. Your hands scrambled for his shoulders, fingernails leaving red crescents along his creamy skin. Denki’s eyes were on you, his breathing irregular as you wasted no time in pulling out and thrusting back in with confidence. His lips swallowed your moans, the wet, lewd sounds of your fucking adding more tinder to the heat now coiling in the pit of your stomach for the third time tonight. “Please,” you begged, practically trembling from overstimulation as Denki rocked you into the cool aluminum of the freezer door.

“Please what, baby?” the playfulness in his tone didn’t match the serious manner in which he kept pistoning into you, chasing his own release as your slick from previous orgasms now coated his cock and ran down his thighs. Each time he went in, he angled himself right up to meet that special spot inside you to make you see tiny specks of white dot your vision. “I- I, ah! Denki!” Fingers now grasping at his hair again, you yanked harshly as you came around his pulsing cock for the third and final time, squeezing him snugly as you desperately attempted to catch your breath. There was a tingly sensation running through your legs starting from your thighs, numbing and electric as Denki kept up his quick pace to chase his own release, groaning dirty praises into your ear that made you keen. Your legs wrapped around his waist, urging him to go deeper and finish inside of you. His hips met yours for one last time, stuttering as he pumped his sticky cum into your abused hole. You two stayed there for a moment, you letting out quiet giggles as Denki took his time in getting the air back into his lungs. He let you down steadily from the position you had been in, making sure to hold you up since the feeling was still a bit lost in your legs.

“Wow that was,” Denki paused, struggling to find the right word for the situation you two had caught yourselves in. “Satisfying,” you finished for him, to which he blushed deeply. The smile he flashed you was earnest and relieved, if he was being quite honest. “Ah, nice! Let’s get you something to eat, maybe a cheese string. But definitely water!”

“I’m actually feeling pretty full right now in terms of cheese. Thanks for that, Den.”

“Wait really?” Denki questioned as he swept his boxers along with his shirt off the kitchen floor, his concern showing through his furrowed brow, “Not even for a cheese string?”

A deadpan look crossed your face, sighing as you gave in to your dumbass of a roommate. “One cheese string.”

“Bet!”

Needless to say, post sex activities consisted of a hot shower, the second Shrek movie, and two cheese strings (per Denki’s request). Not a bad way to relieve your stress, you concluded to yourself happily as you snuggled closer to your roommate, fingers intertwined beneath the blanket as you allowed yourself to slip into a comfortable slumber against Denki’s shoulder.

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Late Night Encounters Part 3

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT!! Female receiving oral, unprotected vaginal penetration

Word Count: 3.5K

A/N: It’s my birthday so I didn’t proofread this!! I’m sorry!!

Once again, Fred had a date. He woke up that morning and remembered every bit of what he had said, and stood by his words. He told Y/N he still wanted to see the ring on the table when he got home. He wanted her to think about it for at least 24 full hours before she made a decision.

Y/N and Fred had narrowly missed each other that morning. He was off running errands for the day and she had only just woken up. He was home for lunch and she was out with Hermione. Y/N felt her heart sink, feeling guilty for wanting to see him. Why guilt, though? She didn’t feel like she had a valid reason to feel guilty. After she got home from lunch Fred had already left for his date, so she fell asleep on the couch in the living room, figuring it was a good way to pass the time until she saw her new best friend again.

“Why was this on the kitchen table?” George asked, waking Y/N up out of her sweet, dreamless sleep on the couch. He was holding the ring.

“I can’t sleep with jewelry on.” She shrugged, getting up and going to grab the ring. He held it up higher. She almost laughed until she saw the look on his face.

“I’m serious.” She sighed heavily at this.

“I know, George.”

“You know what?” The audacity that men have.

“I know you’re sleeping with her again.”

“W-what?” He almost dropped the ring.

“I just don’t get it, George.”

“I w-wouldn’t do that again.”

“Except you are.”

“Why are you accusing me right now?”

“Because I’m not dumb! Just because I trust you doesn’t mean I’m dumb! I’m not naive. The first time, sure. This time, no! It’s the same as last time, but you thought I’d stay with you just because you proposed this time! Maybe I won’t, did you think about that? What if you get her pregnant? Did you just expect me to stay around and raise the kid? Or what if we both get pregnant, who are you leaving alone with their child?”

“I cannot believe this right now--”

“Stop that! Stop it! You’re gaslighting me! You know I’m right! Stop lying!”

“Fine!”

“How long?”

“A year.”

“So immediately after we got back to where we were.”

“Yes.”

“Why? What did I do? Why am I not enough for you?”

“Maybe if you--”

“Actually, no, fuck you. I’m enough for me. I’m enough for so many people. I gave you a second chance and you fucking blew it! I’ve done so much for you, for Fred, too!”

“I--” He sighed. He was speechless. It was the first time you’d really fully stood up for yourself. It was on him, he knew that. “I think...I’m going to spend the night at the Burrow, and we’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

“No.”

“What?”

“Go, spend the night with her, but don’t lie to me and say you’re staying with your mom.” She spoke bluntly, tears streaming out of her eyes quietly. It was a silent cry, the only way Y/N ever allowed herself to cry in front of people. He hesitated, but he turned around and left the living room. Y/N entered the kitchen, starting to grease pans for baking.

-

Fred came home that night, mostly confused. Y/N wasn’t in the living room tonight, which didn’t make him feel great. That wasn’t the worst of it though. The date was great. She was perfect, but...he hated it. Something was missing. As she listed off interests, favorite movies, her favorite quidditch team...all he could think was that something was missing. When he got home, and Y/N was missing, it dawned on him. It was her. She was missing. The girl had listed off all of Y/N’s favorite movies, her favorite songs. She liked to bake. Her favorite quidditch team was the Holyhead Harpies, the team his little sister played on. Suddenly, Fred felt rather sick. He can’t have feelings for his brother's girlfriend--no, fiance!

With a pit in his stomach, he walked into the kitchen, where he opened his eyes wide. The entire kitchen table and window sill were covered in baked goods. There was one clean counter, where Y/N sat staring off into space, waiting for her next round of cookies to finish.

“Oh! I forgot! I’m sorry, how was the date?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh nothing--”

“Don’t, please don’t close yourself off. We’re close now, just let me in. What happened, what’s with the baked goods?” He asked, leaning with his arms crossed and his back against the island counter across from where she sat. He noticed the ring was missing, it wasn’t on Y/N’s finger, it wasn’t on the counter or the table where he’d seen it last.

“He admitted it. He’s cheating on me with her again.” She sighed, looking to the ceiling and holding back tears. “And it sucks so hard to know he wasted all this time of mine again. He proposed to me. I know he’s your brother, but that’s just so...crazy. Who does that?” She paused, and just as Fred was about to talk she kept going. “And the worst part is that I don’t...I don’t feel anything. The first time he cheated with Angelina it was like my whole world came crashing down. He was my best friend, my boyfriend, and my roommate. Now, it barely even feels like we’re roommates. I thought I could love him the same way after it all, and maybe he cheated because I couldn’t.”

“Don’t blame yourself. Cheating is always a decision. If he realized you didn’t love him the same way he should have communicated with you. Broken up. Not proposed and delayed this.” Fred sighed. Y/N wouldn’t make eye contact with Fred, assumingly because she was upset.

“I--” She paused, chest tight. She looked up at Fred, making blatant eye contact. “What if I’ve been emotionally cheating?” Fred’s eyes widened and his heart sank. He felt awful, like his feelings for her would just have to go away again. Right as they were getting close.

“W-what? With who?”

“You fucking idiot.” She sighed, pushing herself off the counter. She went to walk away, but Fred put his arms on either side of her on the counter, pinning her where she was.

“Don’t walk away.” He whispered, so close to her face. Her heart pounded.

“I--” She sighed. “Fred, I’ve felt more for you in the past five days than I’ve felt for George in the past year and a half. I waited all day for you to be here, and I kept feeling guilty for it. I’ve felt so guilty, and then I find out he’s cheating and I’m so numb to it because you’re all I can think about.” She paused to breathe before she continued her quick ramblings. “Also, the idea of having feelings for you is so weird, because we only just started to like each other, but you’re standing so close to me and all I can hear is my heart pounding in my ears. I can’t stop thinking about all the girls you used to bring home and how I don’t want to be just one of those girls you sleep with. But obviously I can’t just be with you because I think I just broke off my engagement with your brother and also because you haven’t said anything--” So Fred, in his overwhelmed state, pushed forward and pressed his lips against hers. She grabbed both sides of his face as he grabbed her hips. After a few moments, he quickly pulled apart, moving one of his hands to keep her hand on his face in place

“I couldn’t tell you the other night, but I had feelings for you that summer before the war, but you were with George. I couldn’t...I couldn’t just confess then, and besides you were so happy with him. Then we didn’t like each other, and the night before you got engaged I couldn’t stop thinking about you all over again. And...George made us spend all that time together and you’re the only thing I think about. The girl I went on the date with was so perfect, but I couldn’t get you off my mind and I realized she was just like you. But she wasn’t. She wasn’t you, no one will ever be you.” Fred spoke in a hushed tone with his eyes closed, as if speaking any louder or seeing her would make Y/N evaporate into thin air. Slowly, he opened his eyes to see her with tear tracks down her face.

“I don’t think anyone’s ever said anything that nice to me before.” She whispered, taking the hand that wasn’t trapped by his and wiping her face. He giggled, letting go of her hand and using both of his hands to hold the sides of her face. He leaned forward and kissed the tear stains on Y/N’s face. “You’re like this perfect man, it’s so wildly different from George.” She mumbled.

“I can’t account for where he went wrong, and I haven’t always been great. But if you give me the chance, I will love you better than anyone else could dream of.” With tears streaming down her eyes she pulled him in to kiss her again, he smiled against her lips. He held the small of her waist as she rested one of her hands on his chest, the other sat at the back of his neck playing with his hair. He moaned when she pulled it gently, causing her to smile into their kiss. She almost missed being able to see him rolling his eyes at her smirk.

“Love me, please. Tonight, tomorrow, every day. Just--love me tonight.” She whispered against his lips as they panted for air. 

He leaned down, kissing her again as he grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted her back to a sitting position on the counter. Y/N threaded her fingers through Fred’s hair, one of Fred’s hands was on her thigh, the other rested on her waist. Finally, she bit his bottom lip in an attempt to get him to do anything. In response, he gave a noise that sounded between a groan and a growl, moving to her neck to leave bite marks. He licked the shell of her ear and bit the lobe as he moved down to the length of her neck, sucking hard. She moaned softly, whimpering when he used he grazed his teeth over her neck. 

She started grinding her hips against his in an attempt to get some friction. He grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to him to aid in her plight for friction. After he felt satisfied with the bruises he’d left on her neck he went back to her lips, sucking on her bottom lip briefly before licking it in a silent asking of permission to use it. She gracefully licked his tongue, granting his own tongue admission to her mouth. Their tongues wrestled messily, Y/N playing with Fred’s hair and occasionally pulling softly to hear him moan. She was starting to feel frustrated with just grinding, so she moved the hand that was on the side of Fred’s face to gracefully feel all the way down his body before she started palming him through his slacks. He gave a harsh groan this time, pulling apart from her mouth briefly.

“You’re so beautiful, so sexy.” His voice was deep with pleasure and she moaned at the sound alone. Her heart swelled, she hadn’t been praised like that sexually...ever. Fred took one of his hands off of her hips to thread into her hair, pulling gently to hear her moan. He swore to himself that he could hear that every minute of every day and never get tired of it. While Fred knew he was going to fuck her, his intentions were pure-- he wanted to make love to her. Y/N, however, was getting frustrated with his politeness. She started to unbutton his slacks and he broke off their kiss again. “Hold on, I want to take care of you.” He whispered, flush against her lips.

“I appreciate that, but I want you inside of me.” She whispered, her hand that had been unbuttoning his pants was now tangled in his shirt. Fred felt his heart drop to his cock when she said this, groaning at her lack of restraint. Y/N started unbuttoning his shirt as he separated her thighs and pulled her completely to the edge of the counter.

“You’ll just have to be patient, princess.” He grinned as he went to crouch, kissing her knee on the way down. He left kisses all over the inside of her thighs, leaving her soaked to the core before he had even really touched her. Both Fred and Y/N were thankful she was wearing a dress that day, making his access considerably easier as he rubbed her through only her thin panties. Kissing the inside of her thigh as he looked up into her eyes, he felt like the luckiest man alive. He almost grinned when he saw she was adorning another pair of fruit covered panties.

“You know, I wasn’t kidding when I said the cherry panties were sexy,” He smirked up at her, rubbing circles into her clit through peach covered cotton. “These are sexy too, but I think they’d look a lot better on the floor.” He grabbed the cotton on her hips and pulled them down, leaving them on the floor like he promised. Y/N’s thighs were shaking from all the teasing he had done already. He licked from her inner knee to where he promised to take care of her, latching his mouth onto her clit. She gasped at the feeling of his warm tongue, closing her eyes. He used his tongue to create figure-8’s against her clit, and slowly pushed one finger into her. At this, she threw her head back, resting the crown of her skull gently against the cabinet behind her. She laced her fingers through Fred’s hair, now pulling hard. He groaned in his own pleasure, creating vibrations against her clit which in turn made her moan. He pushed a second finger into her, slowly pumping them as he worked her clit. After adding a third finger, her legs were shaking violently, showing she was nearing the edge. He quickly swapped his fingers and tongue, using his thumb to rub circles against her clit and sticking his tongue as deep as he could inside of her warm pussy. He had his other arm wrapped around her thigh, one of her hands reaching to hold the hand there as she neared her end even faster than before.

“I want you to say my name when you cum, baby, can you do that for me?” He paused briefly, looking up at her, she nodded vigorously. His tongue returned to it’s warm reserve inside of her. The motions he made with his thumb against her clit became faster, and soon enough she was squeezing his hand and nearly screaming his name. Fred waited for her to stop squeezing his hand to stand up and kiss her on the lips again. “You did so good, baby.” He whispered against her lips.

“Freddy,” She whimpered against his lips. “You haven’t even fucked me yet and I don’t think I’ll be able to walk.” She almost laughed at the thought. He grinned, happy with his work so far. He tucked a strand of her behind her ear, kissing her ear as he spoke.

“You won’t need to, baby. I’ll fuck you right here,” He started licking and kissing her neck again, making her whine. “And I’ll take care of you so you don’t have to walk.” He whispered against her quickly bruising flesh. She whined again, reaching to finish her job unbuttoning his shirt and unzipping his already unbuttoned pants. He let her continue as he wrapped his hand in her hair once and pulled back, exposing the front of her neck to him where he continued his attack. When she finished unbuttoning his shirt he helped her pull it off his shoulders, exposing his freckled and scarred skin on his chest to her. She rubbed her hands against his chest, feeling every individual scar and wondering where each of them came from. He watched her eyes dart around, a small closed-lip smile adorning her face as she felt the raised white scars. He rubbed his thumb against her cheek softly, loving his own view. Using the same hand that was petting her cheek, he lifted her face to look up at his. He pulled her face close to his own and kissed her softly.

“I love you, Y/N.” He whispered against her lips with his eyes closed. She smiled, reaching her face up to kiss his eyelids. Angel kisses on his blonde eyelashes. It was a sweet moment, to remind them both that not only was there no going back after what they were about to do, but also to remind them that this wasn’t just fucking. This was real, unadulterated love. He opened his eyes, looking deeply into hers as she pushed his slacks and boxers down as far as she could with her hands, using her bare feet the rest of the way. He lifted her dress over her head, tossing it somewhere behind him, inevitably landing on some type of baked good. She rested one hand against his jaw, pulling his face close to hers, her other hand pumping his cock and gently rubbing the tip. He closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath at the feeling of her small hand around him. He rested one hand on her jaw, mirroring her. His other hand rested on the small of her back to push her closer to him. They kissed gently, feeling like this moment was fragile and could be broken. Y/N moved the hand that was on his cock and squeezed his bicep, quietly communicating that she was ready. He moved his hand from the small of her back to line himself up with her entrance, and as he pushed in the both gasped quietly at the feeling. Fred rested his forehead on Y/N’s shoulder, eyes closed as he waited quietly and politely for her to adjust to his size. After a few moments she tapped him to tell him to move, her eyes squeezed tightly closed for preparation of any pain that would come from his movements. He moved slowly, truly taking this moment to get to know Y/N’s body. He felt every groove inside of her, every dip and small raise in her skin, memorising her inside and out. As they both started to get used to this puzzle-piece moment in which it felt like the clicking of soul-mates finally coming together, they started kissing again. Fred’s tongue entered her mouth, exploring, dead set on memorising her entire body. Her hands found themselves resting on his back, nails digging in every so often. If this had been her sex dream, she would’ve been wondering how many girls had dug their nails into his back, but in person all she could think about was him. He filled her every sense, she could smell him, feel him everywhere, taste him, his freckled skin stuck on her eyes even when they closed, and their shared moans overwhelmed her ears. If this was what making love was, she definitely had never shared that with George.

Fred lowered his hand, rubbing her clit gently as his pace got faster. He wasn’t sure if he had ever felt so good so quickly, he was almost positive he hadn’t ever felt his high come so quickly. As he pounded into Y/N’s g-spot and rubbed her clit, she found herself loudly moaning. Her nails were now leaving deep marks into Fred’s back, and Fred hadn’t even noticed.

“Fred,” She moaned his name loudly, the sound of which made his own high come even faster. Set on finding their highs together, they were flush together. Y/N nor Fred had never been so close to someone, their entire bodies touching. Her legs were wrapped around him, her torso flush against his and her face buried into his chest. His face was buried into her neck, leaving occasional kisses to avoid his own moans. Quickly, they found their highs together. After hitting her g-spot so many times, she warned him. He quietly thanked Godric, his own high coming as well. So as they came together, panting, completely embraced, they felt loved. They’d both felt fucked-out before, but this felt different. This felt simultaneously heavy and weightless on their hearts, and they stayed together for a long time. They kissed quietly, Fred not really wanting to leave her, and she not wanting him to leave her either. Before he pulled out she spoke.

“I love you too, Freddy.”

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Taking the risk of scaring you I must go on w my Tama thirst. I just can find a blog to I welcome my twisted self 😭 so Tama... I just want to kiss every part of him, kiss him through his pants, give hickeys to his thighs and after I use him throatfuck myself (I'm sure he'd go limp), I'd just overstimulate him to the point he isn't shy to be vocal, I'd give his balls, inflated or not, much love!! then I'd beg him to go balls deep in a mating press but I'msureIdwastehisseedasIcanthelpbutrub

Bro I am incapable of being scared, there is no kink shaming here ever!

(What to expect - NSFW, safe, sane, and consensual.  You’re hot for Tamaki and he’s BURNING for you babe. Body worship, hickies, throatfucking, overstim. Everything the ask contained basically lol.)

The thing about Tamaki, is that no matter how much he wants, anxiety takes over and stops him in his tracks.

His day is spent thinking of you, your sweet voice, pretty eyes, soft hands.... He’s always so distracted by his thoughts of you, it’s hard to get his job done.

But when he bumps into you, he’s a blushing mess, can barely talk, and usually ends up turning tail and heading somewhere else, just because he doesn’t know what to do. He’s afraid that you think he’s weird, or that he’s weak and limp and can’t compare to the brick houses that are Mirio and Kirishima. That he’s not a real man, can’t even build up the courage to talk to people for more than five minutes without freaking out.

God, you love him though.

So you’ll have to make the first move, have to invite him out for dinner or drinks. At first, he freaks out and shoots you down, stuttering out some excuse that doesn’t make any sense. But it’s obvious that he’s interested in you, so you ask Mirio how to get through to his friend.

Next time, you ask Tamaki to come watch a movie at your house, and Mirio is right there by his side, answering before Tamaki can blush and stumble his way through an apology.

“He’d love to! Friday night?”

Secretly, Tamaki would be thanking the lord for Mirio, but also cursing his existence at the same time. How was he supposed to survive being alone with his crush?

He was going to die.

The movie happened, then another, and then you argued that it was too late for Tamaki to go home, that he should just stay over.

And damn it, Tamaki didn’t know what came over him, maybe he was swayed by your eagerness, maybe it was because he himself was eager and wanting, but he said yes.

You offered to let him borrow a shirt, but it was obvious they wouldn’t fit, so Tamaki walked himself through the five second rule. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 - and then he was stripping off his shirt, even though he felt anxious.

Would you laugh at his body? Mock him for being smaller than other heros? He had some muscle, but he was definitely on the leaner side.

To his relief, you breathed out a little sigh, an “oh-” that had the tips of his ears turning red at your tone of voice.

“Tama... can I-can I touch?”

He felt himself bobbing his head, gulping as you stepped closer, greedy hands rising to his chest.

At first contact, he felt goosebumps erupt down his arms, your fingers slightly cold upon his skin. You flashed him an apologetic smile, before suddenly leaning down, placing a small kiss right below his left clavicle.

Tamaki stuttered out an awkward laugh - he felt like he was short circuiting.

Somehow, the two of you ended up in your bed, in nothing but underwear.

The man was beet red, trying to be respectful and not ogle your chest, drool over your tummy, stare and lick his lips with his eyes fixed on the jewel between your legs, the beautiful flesh covered by thin panties.

But you directed his gaze with a soft hand under his chin, a gentle “Don’t you like how I look?”

And immediately he was bobbing his head yes, staring into your eyes when you smiled down at him, directing his gaze to your body with a wave of your hand, giving him permission to shamelessly gaze at your body.

You were so beautiful, he could look at you forever. Tamaki didn’t even know how he got this lucky, being able to share this moment with you, where you both appraised each other’s bodies with awe.

But you were impatient, crawling forward to gently push Tamaki onto his back. Your eyes flickered up to his as your hands ghosted over his chest, as you leaned down until your lips were mere inches from his skin. 

“Is this fine? Tell me what you’re comfortable with.”

And oh god, oh god, this was more than okay. This was everything he could ever want, everything he could ever dream of. 

At his enthusiastic nod, his “I’m-I’m good.... please.” You gave him a soft, loving smile, before touching your lips to his chest.

Kisses were placed everywhere, his chest, the quivering flesh of his soft tummy, his delicate shoulders. You peppered his slender throat with soft pecks, grinning when Tamaki unsuccessfully tried to hold back an embarrassing, keening whine when you closed your lips around his adam’s apple.

“Feels good? Tell me.” But he was too shy, shaking his head as his hands found purchase in your hair. He didn’t have the words to explain how you were making him feel.

You huffed at his forced silence, drawing away from giving little smooches, just so you could look at his face. He was sure his cheeks were red, eyes blown out and huge.

“Tamaki, I want you to enjoy this. If you aren’t feeling good, or wanna slow down, tell me. I don’t want to do anything you aren’t okay with, alright?”

Tamaki felt his heart clench a little - you were so careful with him, so tender. He nodded again, trying to find his voice.

“Yes, yes (Y/N)-this is good. I want.....” He held himself back. What if you weren’t comfortable with this? What if you wanted an out? He didn’t want to force you either, he wanted you to enjoy yourself. Right now though, his thoughts felt jumbled, like his brain was rolling around in a hamster wheel.

“What do you want Tama?” Your voice was breathy as you leaned down to whisper in his ear, and Tamaki almost came in his fucking pants when you nibbled at the lobe. His ears were so sensitive, and he was so embarrassed by the way his hips involuntarily shifted when you continued to give his ear attention.

“I want-I want.... um, more? P-Please?” God, his voice kept cracking, he felt like a teenager again, nervous and awkward and scared of rejection.

But you were there to alleviate his fears with a soft laugh, a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll give you whatever you want.”

And then you were kissing down his body, brushing past his boxer-clad erection-oh god.

Down to his thighs, which you parted easily, helped by Tamaki’s eager movements. He wanted to let you have all of him - just as you wanted to give him anything, he wanted to give you everything.

You latched onto a thigh, a few inches above the knee, sucking at the flesh with a smile, tongue circling and patting and it felt good-

Then you moved to a different area, higher up, intent on sucking a beautiful bruise into his pale skin.

Tamaki had to grab the sheets, already close to cumming from the sensation of your lips against his skin. He wanted you so much, you were so perfect. He tried to hold back his voice, keep his moans and gasps and sighs in check, but it was difficult. Still, he didn’t want to weird you out or anything, so he tried his best.

The man really wanted to hear your own voice, hear you talk to him, walking him through what you were going to do to him, what you wanted to do. Wanted to hear you moan and laugh and say his name over and over again until you couldn’t speak.

For now, he was content with watching you suck at his thighs, leaving messy trails of saliva as you got closer and closer to his dick.

You stopped at the hem of his boxers, teasingly licking over the fabric, before scrunching it up with your fingers, letting your nails scratch lightly against his sensitive skin.

“Oh-” Tamaki breathed, before shooting his hand up to cover his mouth, eyes trained on your mouth. You smiled, lifting your eyes to meet his own, and he-

You were so pretty, so beautiful. Tamaki felt so insignificant in your presence, so lucky. How did someone like you find someone like him attractive?

Those thoughts were quickly purged from his mind as you quickly closed your teeth around the skin of his inner thigh, close enough to his cock that when it twitched, it skimmed against your nose briefly. Tamaki had to tear his eyes away from yours, falling back on the bed to grasp at the sheets, breathing hard as he willed himself not to cum.

Working at the skin between your teeth, you sucked at the flesh, swirling your tongue around it, making sloppy little sounds. Tamaki was going to melt, he couldn’t stop thinking about your mouth around his cock, how your pink tongue would feel digging into his slit, drenching the crown, laving over the veins on the underside.

He was gasping now, a hand clutching his naked chest, eyes squeezed tightly shut, legs twitching.

You pulled away with a sultry chuckle, and this was it - Tamaki was going to get his dick sucked, Mirio would be so proud-

But you moved to his other thigh, starting at the knee again, licking and biting at the skin.

Tamaki didn’t know whether to feel frustrated or relieved.

The process was the same, teasing little bites, hard suction to purple the skin. It all felt good to Tamaki, but as you got close to his crotch, he found himself tensing up, wanting to clench his thighs together and rub his cock.

But you were leading now, and he wanted to follow.

Holy fuck, he wanted to touch his cock though. He was aching, boxers getting a little damp where his tip rested against them. Tamaki felt himself twitching, tender and wanting. 

He couldn’t stop himself from reaching down, quickly palming over his cock as you got closer with you mouth, using your nails again to roll up the hem of his boxers, to right underneath his balls. They scraped over the globes slightly, and Tamaki’s thighs tried to snap shut, stopped by your body between them.

“Sorry, here, let me?” Your hand covered his own, and he let you move it to the side, unable to stop his chest from heaving. He was so worked up already, he felt like he had just finished running a marathon.

Instead of palming over him with your pretty, soft hands, you brought your lips to the bulge, kissing it quickly, drawing back and giggling when it twitched.

“Oh, please-please touch me.” Tamaki didn’t feel bad about begging at the moment, too caught up in the physical sensations, and you seemed to like his voice. 

Without another word, you met his eyes, simultaneously opening your mouth and letting your tongue loll out flat. Still maintaining eye contact, you lowered yourself closer and closer, and Tamaki couldn’t catch a goddamn breath, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight before him.

You were so enthusiastic, licking at his cock through the material of his boxers, grabbing at the fabric with your teeth, pulling it back only to let it go, let it snap against his cock and make him keen. You went from soft, loving kisses to fast licks, closing your lips around part of it and sucking quickly, and Tamaki was losing it.

He was struggling to keep his hips down, to stop himself from thrusting into your face, chasing the heavenly feel of you. It felt so good, he didn’t have words, couldn’t even begin to quantify how he was feeling, other than good good good, and he wanted more.

“Don’t tease, please don’t tease. ‘M so close-” He gasped out, slim hands patting your head quickly, trying to catch your attention as he wiggled underneath your ministrations.

With a laugh, you pulled away, meeting his eyes. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” Thumbs hooking into the waist band oh his boxers, you couldn’t stop yourself from pulling the band, letting it slap down against his skin and make Tamaki jerk and his lungs punch out a gasp.

“Can I take these off?”

“Yes, yes, anything. Just-just touch me please.” He stumbled over his words, face aflame. “But only-only if you w-want.”

“Oh-” you smirked, beginning to shimmy his boxers down his hips, licking your lips when you managed to free his cock. “-I want to touch so bad.”

And then his boxers were off, and you were gripping his cock with your fucking perfect hands, giving him a cursory stroke that was dry and rough but so fucking good.

“You’re so lovely, everything about you is so handsome.” You spit over his cock, and Tamaki fisted his fingers into the sheets as the saliva hit the head before dripping down his length.

You used your spit to slick him up, running your hands gently over his flushed cock, enjoying the squelching sounds.

Tamaki almost died when you put him in your mouth.

Lips pursing around the head, you twirled your tongue over his skin, lapping at the slit, digging underneath the rosy crown. Tamaki barely had time to process the sensation though, because you were sheathing his entire length down your throat.

“Oh-h god!” he yelped, hips bucking upwards before he could stop them. He felt so bad, you gagged a bit and drew off his cock, coughing. “I’m-I’m so sorry! I d-didn’t mean-”

“Do that again, fuck my throat Tamaki.” You rasped, immediately swallowing him down again.

What if he hurt you? What if-

He didn’t get the chance to be anxious. 

You didn’t like how he wasn’t moving, his muscles tensed as he kept his hips still. Taking it upon yourself, you began bobbing your head, up and down, and Tamaki wanted to cry because it felt so good.

“I don’t w-want to hurt you, oh god, please wait!” He yelped, and you immediately pulled off, spit dripping down your chin.

“Hey, hey, don’t worry.” You breathed, patting his hip comfortingly. “I want you to do this Tama, I’ve practiced. No gag reflex, see?” You grabbed his hand, curling his fingers until only two were held straight, and promptly stuffed them into your mouth, pushing at his wrist so his fingers went as far down as possible.

Tamaki’s throat had never been dryer. It’s like he couldn’t speak, only dumbly nod his head as he felt your throat convulse around his fingers, all wet and velvety smooth. 

You pulled his hand away, licking seductively at his fingers before letting go. “I want you to fuck my throat, please.” You were looking at him with such honesty, such desperation. “I want to suck you off and have you cum down my throat, want it to fill up my stomach Tama.”

The ravenette could barely nod, eyes glassy, chest heaving. He wanted that so bad, you sounded like a vixen, looked like one two, batting your eyelashes at him like that.

You settled between his thighs again, giving his cock a nice, lengthy lick on the underside before fixing Tamaki with a confident stare. “Don’t hold back, I want you to feel good.” 

He was already feeling good, but if you insisted.

Cautious at first, hesitant, Tamaki was afraid of pushing too deep, moving too fast. But you grew impatient again, moving your own head while tapping his hip, encouraging him to speed up.

And he did, a bit, but he was still measuring his thrusts, trying to keep his head steady despite the tight suction of your throat.

You grabbed his hands, guiding them to your head, pressing them flat so he could hold your head. You looked up at him, completely stilling your movements, forcing your mouth as wide as it could go, fixing him with the most intense gaze.

Tamaki got the message.

He gripped your head tight, kept you in place before snapping his hips up, and you closed your eyes, as if you’d finally got what you had wanted. 

It’s like his restraint flew out the window, now that he was confident that you wanted this, sure that it wasn’t hurting you. His balls slapped against your chin, a lewd rhythm of smacks and gurgles and wet sucking coming from your mouth.

Drool was dripping off your chin, onto his balls, over his taint. When the liquid touched his hole, Tamaki shouted, eyes suiting shut as his stomach flexed. He felt so good, this was more than he had ever dreamed of, more than he could've ever imagined.

And then he was cumming, probably far too soon, but you wouldn’t make fun of him, he knew that.  He cursed, holding you flush against his hips, cock twitching against your tight throat as he shot his seed down your throat.

A few last desperate rocks of his hips, and then he was pulling you off, tiredly patting you face as you coughed.

“Are y-you okay?” And you, the angel you were, smiled, giving him a cheesy thumbs up.

“Couldn’t breathe for a second there, but that comes with the territory. Did that feel good though?”

Tamaki nodded, eyes closing blissfully. You were too good to him, too good for him.

Where did he go from here? Should he offer to finger you? He didn’t know how, he never thought he’d be in a situation where he’d be naked in bed with anyone, let alone you, a literal walking wet dream.

“You’re so quiet Tama-” You noticed, a hand stroking over his quivering tummy as he calmed down from his orgasm. “-I kinda want to hear you.”

With that confession, your mouth was on his cock again, slurping and suckling at the sensitive length.

“A-h-h! W-wait! God that’s too-fuck, no, wait!”

You pulled off quickly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “I’ll stop if you want me to, I’m not gonna force you to do anything, ever, okay?”

Tamaki nodded, cheeks flushing. “I just need... a moment. You’re-you’re good with your mouth.”

A smile graced your lips, and you tilted your head. “I still wanna hear you though, you’ve been holding back your voice this entire time. I like it when you lose yourself.”

Another nod, the man biting his lip. ‘I just don’t want to-to scare you off or anything. I’m loud, and I sound-I mean....” He averted his eyes bashfully “-My voice can get kind of-of h-high.”

That was embarrassing to admit.

You didn’t miss a beat, clambering forward until you were laying beside him, face even with his own. “But I like that Tama, I think it’s sexy when you lose control like that.”

The admission made Tamaki gasp, blushing even further, and you leaned in for a kiss, which the man eagerly returned. 

“I-I think you’re sexy too.” Was his lame reply. He wished he was better with his words, could describe how amazing and beautiful and stunning you were.

Your hand fell to his cock, drawing him out of his self-doubt. You were pumping him gently, focusing more attention on his balls, lightly pinching the skin, massaging the flesh, before giving him another stroke.

“I wanna see you cum again, and this time, you’re gonna moan nice and loud for me, yeah?”

Again, you were whispering in his ear, biting at the shell, liking over the cartilage with your warm, slippery tongue.

Tamaki drew in a breath.

“And I don’t want you holding back any of your cute sounds. If you do, I’ll have to make you cum again and again until you’re too fucked out to feel self conscious.” The promise made Tamaki’s stomach burn hot with arousal, and his cock was starting to throb again, hastened along by your helping, smooth hand.

“I’ll-I’ll try.” He whispered, voice catching in his throat. He could imagine it now, him writhing in overstimulation as you sucked at his cock, holding his hips down as he cried and shivered and moaned about how good it felt.

“Then, I’m gonna finger myself while you watch, and when I’m nice and ready, you’re gonna fuck me.”

Tamaki felt like passing out, blood rushing down to his cock so fast that he felt all fuzzy and weak.

“I’m gonna lay back, and hold myself open, and you’re going to stick your pretty little cock deep, and you’re not gonna stop until you cum inside.”

The ravenette had never been felt more turned on in his entire life.

“Sound good?” Your voice was soft, sweet. he knew that you were giving him an opportunity to say no, to express any discomfort or unease he felt.

But Tamaki only felt lust.

With a sudden surge of confidence, he turned to his side, lips seeking out your own. He kissed you desperately, eagerly, probably clumsy but he didn’t care.

When he separated, he paused for a moment, breathing against you while he tried to find words to convey his excitement.

“Ruin me, (Y/N). Make-make me cry.”

[mutigold]

∞ teacher’s pet — i.n.

summary: in which the top student fails a test and gets extra help from his favorite professor.

pairing: student!jeongin x teacher!reader

genre: college!au

warning: sub!jeongin, dom!reader, pet play, noona kink, exhibitionism, handjob, ear licking, humiliation, quirofilia, seduction, he still has his braces.

word count: 1.9k

authors note: i really don’t know where this idea came from, but all i know is subby jeongin = 🤤. thank you for supporting me! watching people like my little writings really make my day.. hope y’all enjoy this <3. stream “Going Dumb”!

“would anyone like to explain what it means to be dependent on an organism?”

jeongin’s eyes concentrated on you, as he listened to your voice encompassing the leveled platform. today’s lecture was based on the living organisms in the world and you seemed to be determined for everyone to learn the curriculum.

however, jeongin could not focus on anything except your figure. you were wearing a white skin-tight turtleneck and black formal pants that emphasize your ass. all topped off with a large suit jacket and black louis vuitton heels.

it overall made his heart jump for joy just enjoying the view.

he thought about how those heels would look wrapped around his waist as he pounds into you; screaming his name. or maybe how your tiny hand would slip around his throat as he begs for your come.

“mr. yang?”

jeongin quickly snaps out of his trance to hear you calling his name. and not in the way he wanted.

you looked up at him with sad eyes, upset at him for not paying attention to your favorite lesson. “what’s going through that head yours? is it more important than organisms?”

he quickly fixed his posture, shaking his head rapidly, and responded with, “n—no, i’m sorry noona. i just was thinking too hard about something. i’ll promise to listen from now on.”

you hummed with caution, continuing the biological lecture. the student sighs gratefully for you letting him go off easily and tries to at least take some notes.

“yo, i.n. you okay?” a familiar voice whispered.

jeongin turns to see his two close friends, seungmin and felix, staring down at him in question. “yeah, you seem a little off today.”

confirming he says, “uh. y—yeah; i’m okay.”

“mhmm. okay with staring professor y/n down huh?” felix smirks.

the heat on i.n. 's cheeks becomes noticeable when hearing about his staring. he then tries to ignore the statement by writing his name and the current date in his notebook.

“leave him alone felix. he’s just probably having some problems with the lesson; you should perhaps ask noona for help.” seungmin tries to intervene.

“yeah; i mean, maybe noona can also help you with other problems. if you know what i mean.” felix grins bumping jeongin’s arm.

“f—felix!”

“boys?! care to tell us what is so interesting other than my lesson?” your voice suddenly booms throughout the room. jeongin jumps at your tone and begins to apologize again once making you soften.

“that’s alright, but please pay attention. oh, and jeongin, stay after class for a few minutes to speak with me.”

he didn’t know what to think at that moment; with felix oohing in one of his ears and seungmin trying to shush him in his other or the fact that you wanted to talk to privately.

alone, with no one around, made his mind officially shut down.

“you wanted to speak with me noona?”

you shifted around to see jeongin’s stiff form; then took note of how nervous he looked and gave him a light smile. “hey, kiddo. i just wanted to see how you were doing lately.” you wished to see some type of relief release through him.

but unfortunately, that didn’t happen.

he still looked kind of anxious to speak with you, letting you know how intimidating you seemed. “hey it’s all good, you're not in trouble or anything, i promise. i’ve noticed how you’ve been acting recently in my class and how your scores dropped a little,” you reassured.

“ai! i’m so sorry noona!”

you giggle at the student’s consistent apologies. in your mind, you thought how cute he was; like a puppy aching to gain approval from its owner.

maybe you could make him as your puppy and work hard for that admiration.

immediately, you shake your head from the naughty images. ever since the semester started a few months ago, your thoughts almost ran around yang jeongin.

how his pretty smile, concealed by clear braces, shined at your speaking, how his crescent-shaped eyes followed your every move; making you feel sexy, how large and veiny his arms grew over time within the season, etc.

“that’s alright, jeongin. i just want you to feel comfortable in my lectures. how about this, you and i have a session later this evening to cover the material for the next exam. what do you think pup’?” you offering, accidentally calling him by the pet name you gave him.

after catching the tiny nickname, jeongin clumsy drops his possessions while feeling something swell in his pants. he begins to overthink the word. pup’? why did that sound so nice coming out of your mouth? and how was he gonna hide the fact that his dick got hard in the middle of their conversation?

“i–i’m sorry!”

“oh! no worries hun! here; let noona help you out.”

you instantly proceeded over, bent down, and gathered i.n.’s school objects. starting with some of his blue pens, his macbook, and then his green two-subject notebook. “n–noona! i got the notebook, it’s okay.” jeongin stuttered.

it was almost like he was trying hard to hide something in the notebook, and suddenly it all made sense as it opened to the front page.

yang y/n. it was his surname combined with your first name.

it seemed as if time swiftly froze with silence when discovering the secret. however, it didn’t bother you essentially much as jeongin thought it would have had. “aw, pup’, this is cute. yang y/n has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

the air that was in jeongin’s lungs properly stopped working when distinguishing how seductive your tone became. “i–i..”

“relax a lil’ pup’. listen, will you promise to meet me later this eveningfor some tutoring. i think you could really use it. plus if you’re good–”

you shifted closer to the student’s ear lobe and whispered, “–noona could give you a reward.”

jeongin swore he felt some pre-cum drip down from his pants. “y–yes, noona.” he swallowed trying to moist his dry throat, then jumped moaning in pleasure when your small hand gripped around his erection.

“good. see you then, pup’.”

a few hours later, jeongin ends up at the university’s public library, not knowing what to expect. though, he did make sure to be ready for any possible situation. what did you mean by rewarding him? did you feel the same way he did?

you must have since you did touch his swollen cock during your conversation. or maybe it was just his imagination?

jeongin sighs restlessly thinking of the concept while waiting for your arrival. that soon ends as he hears your alluring voice greet out, “hiya pup’! ready for our lesson?”

he peers up from the library’s table to see you wearing informal clothing. a tight crew neck that reveals your smooth arms extending down to red-painted nails and large breasts bouncing with every step you take.

“ah! i hope you weren’t waiting too long, i got held up in traffic.”

“t–that’s okay noona! i just got here.”

you smile at his nervousness, now acknowledging where it came from, and sat down in the hard chair right next to him. “good, we can get started. i hope you’re ready,” you whispered, feeling an urge to dominate.

jeongin gulps recognizing a certain excitement coming from his pants within hearing your tone and replies with, “r–ready?”

“so, what does adaptation consist of?”

jeongin couldn’t comprehend what you were saying being he focused on the way your glossed-up lips looked. the way he could imagine it wrapped around cock or it traveling up and down the side of his neck molding kisses; it worked him to the point where he was solid hard.

“pup’, what is going through that mind of yours?”

“s–sorry. it’s just, i guess this lesson isn’t grasping in my head yet.” he tries to explain not wanting to upset you.

however, instead of upsetting you, your colored eyes just darken. “oh! i have any idea; remember when i said i would reward you if do good–”

jeongin nods excitedly, making you giggle.

“–well, i know you understand the concept of this chapter. so to push you a little more, i’ll ask you a question and if you get it right, that little cock of yours will get to come.”

the student freezes up at your approach, thinking it was a dream too good to be true. “w-wait what?”

“what is the definition of homeostasis?”

“i, uh, i think it's an organism's constant adjustment to maintain stable conditions in itself?”

you reached under the table discreetly and unbuttoned the pants on jeongin grasping his swollen cock. “o-oh my god, noona!”

“shh, pup’. you gotta be quiet for me; now onto the next question. who created the biogenesis theory?”

jeongin’s breath became too much for him to handle feeling the pre-cum drip from his blood-filled tip. “n–noona, please.”

“come on puppy, tell me the answer or i stop.”

his mind starts to rush trying to find the answer before you let him go. it took him a couple of seconds, but once he got it, he hurried to speak. “henry charlton bastain!”

“good puppy.” your tiny hand moves faster, satisfied with the statement. you felt his cock throbbing with every stroke you took. like jeongin, you dreamt of this same exact moment. you wanted to control the poor student every time he walked through your room, when he made eye contact with you, or even when his plump bottom lip was bitten from his teeth.

and finally, it was happening.

“oh, who’s a good puppy for noona?”

“m-me! i am noona.”

“that’s right pup’. next question, what are the five steps to the scientific method?”

i.n.’s vein from his cock popped out sensing the rubbing moving faster than before. “i only know four noona!”

“too bad, i wanted five or i slow down.” you coldly demand.

jeongin began to try to think hard on the five steps letting the sensation run through his body. “o-okay. it’s defining the problem, making a hypothesis, testing it, analyzing the results… then..”

your hand slows at his hesitation. “give me the last one puppy.”

“oh! noona, don’t stop! i–i. is it d–drawing the conclusions?”

“good puppy!”

his cock grows bigger when your finger grips at the base. then, you painted nails lightly scratch at his tight balls. “oh! noonaaa. that feels sooo goood. pleaseee.”

“continue to answer like a good pup’ then i’ll keep going.”

soon after the next few questions, jeongin sits near his breaking point. “nooonnnaaa! please!”

“grab your textbook and hold it up.”

i.n. clutches the hard-covered biology book to cover both you and him from public eyes. suddenly, you lower yourself to his lips, deeply kissing him with tongue, and wander towards his earlobe. “one more question, pup’. what does stimulus mean?”

“uh! noona! please let me come! make your puppy come!” he moans a little too loud.

“shh. answer the question, then i’ll let you come.”

“s-stimulus? it m-means anything an organism responds to.”

you then move your head to spit down to moist his penis. “good puppy! getting your small cock rubbed in front of everyone like a little slut.” you cup the back of his neck feeling the shivers release through him.

“you can come pup’, come for noona.”

jeongin then lets go, coming hard in your hand. “o-oh! thank you, thank you noona!”

after guiding him to his high, you let go of him and licked the white, sticky substance from your hand.

“good puppy. i’m sure you’ll be ready for that next exam.”