#i was in the mood for making one so👉🏻👈🏻

[princessbrunette]

You know how sometimes rafe just says “kiss” when he wants reader to come and give him one…. how would he react if one time he said it but instead of getting up on your tippy toes to kiss him lips, you drop to your knees and kiss his bulge through his dress pants 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

꒰ 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 ꒱

but what about this with boxer!rafe before he heads off to training ……. standing there in a muscle tank and sweatpant-shorts all strong n tall :( he comes into the kitchen to say goodbye to you before he heads out, waving you over n commanding a gentle “kiss.”

you skip over, in a mood especially after seeing how good he looks n you just can’t help yourself, you bend at the knees and press a long kiss to his crotch, pulling away with a sweet little smile and standing up straight once more.

when you’re back at full height, he simply stares at you with a knowing smirk before speaking once more. “gonna give me a real kiss like i asked or do you just wanna suck me off? hm?”

“can’t a girl have both?” you bat your lashes, giggling at your own joke and he grips your waist, left hand sliding round to your lower back and firmly pushing so you fall against him, rafe manhandling you with such an ease that would come naturally to a boxer. he licks his lips and tilts his head, eyes on your mouth. “i’m going to be late. give me a real kiss.” he enunciates, and you can’t help but feel the way his crotch presses right up against you.

“you dont have any time?” you pout and licks at the back of his teeth shaking his head.

“wish i did.” he makes the move himself, leaning down and pressing a warm, wet kiss to your lips before pulling away only slightly. “want that shit wet for me when i get through those doors later on, alright? gonna wanna blow off some steam, you got me yeah? you’ll do that for me?”

“yes rafe.” you breathe out obediently, letting your eyes flutter open to look up into his as he stares you down.

“mm, good.” he slaps your ass before stepping out of your space, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl on the kitchen island, headed towards the door. “well then i’ll see you later.”

꒰ 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 ꒱

[lild00td00t]

Hi, I hope you are doing well! Can I request headcanons on how Crocodile, Buggy, Mihawk and Doflamingo would propose to their s/o or how they would react if their s/o was the one to propose to them? (Which ever you feel like is fine! :))

Have a great day!

One Piece War Lords: Proposing to their S/O

This was so adorable thank you for requesting the War Lords!! I’ll have to write a part 2. Buggy was honestly my favorite for a bit… 👉🏻👈🏻 but these are gonna be so HELLA friggin cheesy. I’m a hopeless romantic.. so please… COURT ME LIKE WE’RE IN PRIDE AND PREJUDICE.

Buggy

• He’s so nervous, his hands are clammy, even on the inside of his gloves sweat is lining along the fabric of them. He’s talked it over to himself multiple times, rationalizing the best and worst case scenario.

• He can’t help but melt when he sees you with the promise ring he gifted. He sweats bullets when you tease him about getting married… at dinner he nearly choked, and poor Mr.3 nearly had a heart attack just trying to dislodge the food that got caught in his throat. But he felt like that a majority of the times you discussed it. Like something was lodged in his throat and cutting off his air.

• So when you’re watching the crew bring a haul back on the ship, hands on your hips in a relaxed stance, you barely notice when he slips a ring on your finger, and he discreetly prays you don’t say anything about it until you screech and throw your arms around him, his body probably splits in 2 out of shock- this poor man -

• “ How does it feel knowing you’re going to be married to the future pirate king ?! Flashy ?! As it should feel?! “ Then the second you romanticize over the idea he practically hemorrhages 🥲

Mihawk

• The most poetic. God - he probably leaves you little poems every where, and they’re all based on you <3

• Your dates are so adorable. Like picnics, or going on row boats. It’s so quiet on the water, so you don’t notice when he slips down on one knee, clasping your hands in his while presenting a ring.

• You nearly flip the boat when you finally comprehend what’s happening but luckily your better half is much more calm and collected.. he was prepared for this reaction.. atleast he thinks he was -

• He kisses your knuckles, then overlaps your hands with his and holds them to his heart

• “ It seems as though the love saga of my poems will continue until death do us part…“

Crocodile

• Posessive..

• He truly is materialistic and is telling the truth. You genuinely will get what you want. But he can see it in your eyes that you’re not after his money, or his valuables or even his status. He can see the way you adoringly look up to him when he talks. And he’s not used to such an innocent form of love you offer.

• He feels that you must be protected, for what you make him feel is vulnerability. Which scares him. Because no one has ever made him feel that way before. So when the time is right, most likely on a starry night when you’re on a walk he’ll stop, just long enough to kneel and pull out the box, just long enough for you to realize what he’s doing. And with that, he confesses his love

• “ With this ring, you are mine.. whatever you want you can have. You will always be treated with my respect and my love, nothing will ever be enough to satiate how I feel for you. No amount of gold compares to that ring on your finger, for it holds the greatest power in all the world.. my promise to you. “

Doflamingo

• Like crocodile he’s possessive.. but with a sweet?? Spin ?? To it ???

• The moment he slips the ring on your finger he brings your hand to his lips for a sweet kiss, giving you that bone chilling smile while keeping his lips pressed to your skin.

• He doesn’t make a big, fancy show out of it. Because he knows that you don’t need everyone to know. It’s obvious that you’re his

• You listen when he talks. You’re never put off by his nightmares or bad moods. You urge him to talk about his brother and family. You talk about starting a new one… as a second chance.

• “ A second chance for the Heavenly Demon.. “ he thinks to himself, lost in thought. You weren’t scared to say that he was flawed, but it didn’t matter, because you could work on it together

• “ As long as you are mine, you will be taken care of and no one, I mean no one, will ever mistreat you ever again, lest they want my wrath… “ And he means it. He means every word of it. He would wage wars in your name, bring cities to the ground, and split the ocean in two if he could, unlike crocodile, who is alittle more materialistic with his promises. <3

[lewmagoo]

A naughty Rhett request!

I am in the mood for angsty!Rhett who doesn’t place as high as he thinks he should’ve in a rodeo and thinks the ref screwed him over, so he comes home and takes out his frustration on Reader in bed and needs to hear her give him all the praise and reassurance 👉🏻👈🏻🥹

the ride home was silent.

he always got this way after a bad ride. withdrawn. lost in his head. plagued with feelings of terrible inadequacy. he tried not to let it get to him, but he struggled. and tonight, he was even more upset than usual. you could tell by the way he remained tense, even as he drove home. he didn’t even bother to turn the radio on, which was usually the first thing he did when he started up the truck. it wasn’t just that he’d had a bad ride. in fact, he rode just fine. but when he glanced up at the scoreboard afterwards, his score was one of the lowest on the board.

that score was bogus. you knew it. he knew it. but for whatever reason, it was what he was given. and it had him spiraling with thoughts of, am i not good enough? is this really worth it? you watched him grapple with it, his mind working a million miles a minute as he processed it all during the ride home. you let him have the quiet, not wanting to inundate him with questions or try to get him to speak when he wasn’t ready to. in the early days of your relationship, you might’ve worried about him, as he’d struggled with communicating. but he had gotten better about it since then. he’d talk when he was ready.

he remained silent as he pulled into your driveway, and continued even when you’d finally walked into the house together. you decided to speak then. “are you hungry? i can fix somethin’ for you,” you said. he stood in the entryway, looking defeated. then he mumbled something as he moved to kick off his boots. “what was that?” you asked. “said ‘m not hungry!” he snapped in exasperation. but directly after that, he lowered his head, his shoulders falling. tentatively, you approached him, and he managed to look at you, his features dejected. “i’m sorry darlin’. didn’t mean t’ be short with you. i’m just…” he trailed off.

you lovingly held his face in your hands. “i know,” you hummed, leaning in to kiss him. he relished in your touch, his eyes fluttering shut. “i…can we…” he couldn’t seem to get the words out. “what? it’s okay, say what you need,” you urged. he kissed you again, and there was an air of desperation to it. “i need y’ to…i…” you had a feeling what he was trying to ask about. but he couldn’t voice it, because there was part of him that felt wrong for it. dirty, and not in a good way. but you always encouraged him to speak his mind, to make his desires known. “you’re okay. it’s just me and you. talk to me, cowboy.” he had to know that he was safe with you. always.

his large hands came to rest on your hips, thumbs tracing circles over the fabric of your jeans. he let out a breath before he finally admitted what he wanted. “i need you. need to forget about this fuckin’ ride. wanna be inside you. god, i…i wanna have my way with you.” the weight of his words, so desperate, as if he was fighting the desire roiling within him, sent heat thrumming between your thighs. your fingers curled into the fabric of his button down. “yeah?” you breathed. “i’m right here. take what you want, rhett.” that was what he needed. that spoken consent to allow himself to give in to this urge. you trusted him. you wanted to give yourself to him.

one hand came up to rest against the back of your head, and he kissed you deeply, slotting his thigh between yours. something snapped within him. the invisible chains that held him back broke, and suddenly, you found yourself being guided toward the couch. it was one of those nights - you wouldn’t be making it to the bed for this encounter. rhett kissed you like a starving man, tongue and teeth, tasting you. you found yourself being maneuvered down to the floor, and you went eagerly. as soon as you were sprawled on the rug, he stopped to hover over you, and even in the low light, you could see a wildness in his eyes. narrow, like a cat’s. he’d just caught his prey, and he was going to devour it.

in a frenzy of hurried limbs, he had your jeans and panties off, and he unbuckled his belt with one hand, shoving his jeans down enough to free his cock. he at least had the decency to slide his hand between your legs, fingers searching, carefully prodding. he knew your cunt well, and he knew just how to get it soaked for him. your own arousal, mixed with his saliva that he spat upon his hand and used to lube up his cock, provided the right amount of slick for him to inch into you. at the thick intrusion, you gasped, and he swallowed the sound with his own mouth. “shhh, take it, take it,” he whispered, watching your face contort as your anatomy stretched around him.

when he bottomed out, you whined, and he gazed down at the place where your bodies met. “atta girl,” he gruffed. and then he started moving, and you saw stars. slow at first, but he wasted no time in building a rhythm. a hurried push and pull. but you knew what he needed. what he craved. so you gave it to him. “oh, rhett. you feel so fuckin’ good,” you sighed. you weren’t over exaggerating, either. he did make you feel good. he always did. but he needed extra reassurance tonight. and from the sound of the breathless moan he let out, you’d hit it right on the money. you searched for his mouth, leaving open mouthed kisses to his lips. “fuck, right there. nobody else makes me feel like this. n- oh! - nobody gets to be inside me this way. it’s all yours. only yours!” you cried.

he buried his face against your neck, groaning your name. “oh, god. say it again,” he pleaded. you clutched at his broad shoulders, fingers digging into the flesh. “nobody else loves me like you do! nobody else fucks me like you do!” but your second sentence faltered when he offered a particularly deep thrust, cock brushing against a spot that made you squeal, your eyes rolling back. “oh my—oh fuck.” he leaned back to kiss you again, whispering into your mouth. “uh-huh, that’s right. i’m the only one that gets t’ use th-this sweet fuckin’ pussy.” and you keened at his words. “only you!” you echoed. “yo-you’re everything, rhett. f-fuck, i…i love you! i love you, i love you, i love you!”

he growled like a wounded animal, chest heaving against yours. he was losing himself. “fuck, honey, i…i can’t…” his voice was pained. “i-it’s okay,” you assured him. he was so pent up, so needy and desperate for you, that he was already there, ready to topple over the edge. and you encouraged it, begged for it. “c’mon, fill me up. cum inside your pussy,” you pleaded. you knew calling your cunt his would send him over the edge. because it was his, after all. no one else was allowed access to it. only him. and then, with a growl that melted into a broken wail, he fell apart, body tensing above you before his cock swelled within you and soon spilled his release into the very core of your being. you moaned, gladly taking every last drop he had to give.

and when he was finished, it took every ounce of strength in him not to collapse on top of you. he caught his breath, silence hanging between you for a moment as you combed your fingers through his hair. but as the post orgasm haze began to clear, you could see insecurity settling in. “shit, i didn’t mean for that t’ happen so fast. feel like a damn teenager,” he muttered. but you shook your head, smiling up at him. “nope, don’t you dare apologize. i thought it was hot,” you said. he quirked a brow up. “really?” he asked. “uh-huh. seeing you lose control…god, it’s so fucking sexy, babe,” you continued on. he smiled, leaning in to kiss you. a beat. then two. “thank you for, uh, for…yeah.”

you giggled softly. “you’re welcome, cowboy. i love you. so much.” his face grew serious as he nodded, “i luh you too,” he answered. then, “but i ain’t finished. need to take you for a ride.” and before you could say anything else, he was slipping out of you, surging downward to bury his face between your legs to show you his gratitude.

[tenabrye]

🥺

👉🏻👈🏻

Pet names for what vash and reader call each other? I have a feeling he calls her “petal” (get it? Cuz hes a plant?) or “little flower”. Some cute shit like that!

Fank you!

I think I'd instantly fold if I was ever called little flower. I tried to think of ones that are not only cute but would also have a bit of meaning behind them.

Vash's Nicknames for You

Petal. Simple and sweet, he often calls you this during moments in which he wants attention from you. Uttering the nickname in a low voice, sometimes dragging it out as a slight whine. The blond will also come up from behind, arms snaking around your waist as he buries his face into the side of your neck, whispering it into your ear.

Little flower. Vash often calls you this when in a playful mood and he wants to tease you a little. Saying it is also followed by a little wink from him, lips curling upwards into a knowing smile. Will also use this nickname to diffuse tension.

Darling. A more domestic nickname that makes his heart flutter every single time he says it, because he does see a future with you that is domestic bliss. Or, when the two of you are doing couple stuff together.

Sunshine. He calls you this so much that people start to think it's your actual name. Vash has witnessed a lot, gone through a lot, but then you stepped into his life. To him, you are the light of his life and the sun that keeps him warm even on the coldest nights. It's a nickname he holds dear to his heart, for you are the ray of sunshine that shines down on him during his bad days, when he thinks he's alone.

Starlight. He saves this one for the more intimate moments that are nothing but sensual lovemaking. With you in his loving embrace and his name falling from your lips with each thrust, he can't help but whisper it into your ear.

Your Nicknames for Him

Honey/Hon. You know he loves it when you call him this. A light crimson hue dusts his cheeks each and every time, and you can't help but chuckle as he smiles and tries to look anywhere but at you. You know he loves domestic stuff, so such a nickname is used every now and then.

My Prince/Prince. A sweet little nickname you always use each and every time you get into a little bit of trouble and Vash comes to the rescue. Even though he says he's not much of a prince, it still makes him smile when you say it.

Sweet Boy. Typically used when he's being a little needy for your attention or in a cuddly mood. Never fails to make him smile and bury his face into either your neck, chest, or back, depending on how you're cuddling with him.

Sweet Cheeks. This is the one you always use when you want to tease him. He can't tell whether it's his face cheeks or his other cheeks you're referring to, which is why it flusters him a little, but it's adorable and he really doesn't mind it.

My One and Only. Not much of a nickname, however, Vash is absolute putty in your hands when you cup his face and say it oh so softly to him. His eyes soften, lips slowly curling into the softest of smiles as he stares at you with such adoration.

[xxsycamore]

"I can't have sex with you Arthur, I don't have enough diamonds!!"

Arthur Conan Doyle x f!Reader • rating: M (MDNI) • tags: Breaking the Fourth Wall; Crack; Implied Sexual Content; Suggestive Themes • wordcount: 580 • masterlist

a/n: I've had this crack fic idea since FOREVER, but I think it's relatable at any given time... Tagging @ikemendood for crack content 👉🏻👈🏻

It has been one of these days, when it feels like you and Arthur have been locked in the universe of some kind of action movie. Bizzare and dramatic things have been happening all day long, some that led to miscommunications between you but quickly got resolved with the power of love...

Naturally, eager as you both are to once again prove your love for each other, things begin to get heated at the end of the day.

And then you gasp panically in realization.

"I don't have enough dia for the epilogue!!"

You find yourself pushed down on the bed, but in the last second you manage to block Arthur with your hands so he can't get on top of you yet.

"Hmm?~What did you say, Luv? You know, I've been waiting to have you sprawled under me allll day..."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you let out an agonizing whine at having to disobey your own need. You turn to your side and reach for your cellphone that has been charging on the nightstand.

Arthur blinks, still perplexed that you're using this thing at all. While you could charge it just fine, he wondered what you're using it for in this day and age.

Not to mention at a time like that. While he's right there, ready to devour you.

"Dear?"

You appear to be tapping hurriedly on the thing, blue light illuminating your face as some strange music is produced from the bizarre piece of technology. Without looking at your lover, you struggle to mutter an answer.

"It's- You wouldn't understand."

Arthur remains frozen in his place, observing as the screen flashes, your fingers dancing on it. He sees... test tubes aligned on the screen. They're ...filled with different colored liquid?

You rush to sort them by color as if you're being held at gunpoint. Arthur has never been so confused in his life.

"Luv, you're right, I don't understand. But you could just say if you don't feel in the mood for-"

"NO! I MUST GET THE EPILOGUE AND HAVE SEX WITH YOU TONIGHT!"

"...?"

The sultry conclusion, the epilogue of your day spent together, he figures. His writer's vocabulary might be rubbing off on you. That's kind of endearing, but...

Arthur sits down on his haunches perplexed. Is this some strange form of bedroom roleplay you're introducing him to?

"I must have you, Arthur, I even saw the preview and it was so hot-"

"The preview? You're saying you had a naughty dream about us making love and you want to see it come true? Dirty girl..."

Arthur's distracting words make you mess up in your game, and you have to restart the level. Just a few more and the game will give you a reward in diamonds, then all you need to do would be to watch those annoying daily ads and then it should be enough...

Seeing that his dirty talk has no effect on you, Arthur sighs and moves away from his position. Instead, he lies down next to you, becoming your big spoon as he looks over your shoulder at the game you're so consumed in, seeing that you're not going to pay him any attention before you're done with it.

"It's some kind of puzzle game, isn't it? Maybe you should leave it to me, Luv... in the meantime, why don't you tell me more about that 'preview' you saw of our intimate time together, hmm?"

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[rafeskai]

First of all hii and congrats on your smau. I’m literally obsessed with it. Second I saw your requests are open and I was thinking about the reader being friend with Rafe and the boys since they were kids but she’d always been closer to Rafe since their families are pretty close. Unlike them she thinks the whole Kook vs Pogue thing is bullshit so she usually hangs out with the pogues too especially since Sarah started dating John B. At one bonfire Sarah leaves her alone and some guy tries to flirt with her but since she’s not interested in him she kindly rejects him but the guy becomes defensive and pretty pushy (you can make him as angry as u want I’m okay, anything you’re comfortable with). She starts panicking rlly bad and Top sees her and he tells Rafe.

The boy sees RED, especially since she’s on the verge of tears. He fights the guy and after the boys manage to take Rafe off the dude he leaves with the reader. She takes care of his wounds and he observes the fact that she’s shaking and almost crying the reason being that she’s feeling guilty. They have a super sweet but tensionate moment when she asks hm why he’s nice to her but mean to everyone else. He tells her she’s his soft spot and they hook up. 👉🏻👈🏻

I hope I didn’t gave too much or too little details. You can add whatever you think is necesarry. I just like the idea of a protective Rafe sm. And the “I hate everyone but you” trope is one of my faves.

Thank u sm, even if u end up writing this or not, thank you for taking the time to read it 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Aaah thank you so much! I also love this idea! I'm in a very inspired mood and the story is ready... you can read here.

[lambilegs]

Your thoughts on face fucking with mean dom Lee? 👉🏻👈🏻🫦

facefucking with g!p and dom!lee hehe 🤭💗 (contains: facefucking, g!p lee, reader crying from pleasure/stimulation of being facefucked, degradation ("slut," "desperate," "stupid"), bodily fluids, dirty talk, brat taming, reader is referred to as "good girl")

OMGGGG bless you for this request, this was SO hot to write eekkkkk

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒₊˚*ੈ🎀⸝⸝🍓⋆ 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒₊˚*ੈ🎀⸝⸝🍓⋆

I could one hundred percent see her doing this as a form of brat taming. like, you're on your knees, while she's seated on your guys' couch, legs spread. you keep teasing her, kissing and licking on her wet inner thighs, brushing your nose against her balls but not giving them any satisfying attention. when you finally get your mouth on her cock, you dot small, wet little kisses along the warm length of it, tongue darting out to give it short-lived kitten licks. it sends her hips bucking desperately, her mouth filling with pretty grunts and moans, mumbling, "please, I need more."

but, you keep fucking going, relentless in your teasing. you keep spreading your tongue flat against her cock, slowly licking up, only giving attention to the head when it's to curl the tip of your tongue against it as you finish your licks. you round your lips around the side of her cock, slowly moving it up with raspy, wet noises. you keep giving her a tease, a hint of what it'd be like be fully surrounded in the hot, wet cavern of your mouth, and her patience is slowly crumbling. because the more you tease, the more frustrated she's getting. she's had a long damn day, and you drawing out her pleasure like this is furthering both her arousal and irritation, the former of which only increases the latter. her begs soon turn into groans of frustration as you keep pursuing your efforts to tease, and finally, she grabs your head, muttering, "are you gonna take me in or not?"

you bat your eyes, innocently nodding. but, she knows you -- she knows you're faking, that you're in one of those moods to be put in your place rather than asked nicely. she can tell from the faint smirk that spreads on your lips as they lock onto the head of her sopping dick. for all you do is suck gently, before popping it out, raising a mischievous eyebrow at her as you pepper kisses back down to her balls.

that's what makes her snap. she grabs you by the hair, raising your head up with a firm, hard yank, whispering, "you've had your fun now. open."

when your mouth remains clamped shut, she grabs your jaw, and tugs you up into a brutal kiss, teeth clashing and tongues immediately toying together. when you part, she shoves three fingers into your mouth, her other hand using your hair to guide you back to her cock. she lets go, though, to grab the base and lead the tip of it to your mouth, smacking it against your pretty lips. fingers still deep in your mouth, coaxing it open, it's easy for her to splatter drops of precum onto your tongue, which gets you immediately moaning.

"yeah, you like that, don't you?" she mumbles, her breaths ragged and harsh. "that's all you're gonna get if you don't open up like a good girl."

she can see how your thighs press together at those words, and she fingerfucks your mouth deeper, eyes burning into yours. "come on, be good for me."

eyebrows furrowed from pleasure, your lips part further, and with a small, satisfied quip of her lips, she draws her fingers out from your mouth, barely giving you two moments to catch your breath before one hand is wrapped in your hair again, and the other is pushing the sweet, pink head of her cock into your mouth.

you moan loudly in surprise, mouth hanging open in immediate complacency as soon as her cock begins sliding in. soon enough, she's halfway in your mouth, your lips tightly wrapped around her and eyes watering from the pressure of it.

she pats your cheek, jaw clenched as she looks down at you, so depraved but eyes so soft and innocent. "you're so filthy. all you need is a few niceties, and you open up like this?"

your eyes flutter shut, and her grip on your face tightens. "look at me."

and you do, tears beginning to drip, whines tumbling out.

her thumbs wipe away the wetness on your cheeks, but the kind gesture is soon intercepted by those same fingers moving to hold your head in place. you whimper around her cock, both of you knowing what's to come.

without warning, she starts thrusting her hips up, cock pumping in and out of your mouth. drool bubbles from the corner of your lips from the constant movement, and she bites her lip at the sight of it, cheeks flushed in both pleasure and awe from how fucked out you look. your hand on her knee tightens as her cock slaps against the roof of your mouth, forcing your lips to open wider and wider to accommodate the size of her. she never pauses, never stills, using her strength to hold you firmly in place, the smooth skin of her cock stroking your tongue over and over again, the salty taste of her precum slipping down your throat.

"take it," she hisses quietly. "you were so confident before, right? look at you now, such a slut."

you whine at her rough words, and on instinct, your eyes shut again.

but, she won't let you have it. her hands tug hard on your hair, and when you look up, her find her teeth gritted, forehead creased with the focus in which she's staring at you. "did I tell you you could look away? do that again, and you're gonna watch me get off. alone."

you cry out in protestation, her cock muffling your noises, and she smiles in amusement at the noise, stroking your hair. "yeah, so then, keep going and follow directions. no need to be stupid in addition to being desperate."

when you buck against nothing, her lips tilt up even more. "though, you do look pretty dumb like this already," she whispers. "and earlier too, when you acted like such a brat, knowing that in actuality, you'd probably throw a fit if I didn't come down your throat."

her hip's jerks become harder and faster, the noises of your mouth dirty and squelching. her cock, which is stiff and weeping at the tip, is aching to release, balls heavy with it. and the total submission you've entered, eyes red and watery, hair mused, fingers digging into her thighs, as your mouth hangs limp and open for her, pretty lips shining with spit and the precum that's slid to the base of her cock in her ministrations, is driving her crazy.

she pushes with a few last, hard thrusts, and moans as her cock twitches, the ache bursting into a long, consuming wave of pleasure as her come shoots out and into the heat of your mouth, pooling around your tongue, so sticky and warm. she continues to weakly thrust, trying to lengthen her orgasm as much as possible, and you cry out, taking all she has to give you.

when her body has stopped trembling, cock soft and limp in your mouth, she nods with heavy breaths, silently telling you to slip it out. and you do, eyes hazy with the pleasure of her rough, domineering control.

she cups your cheek. "show me."

your tongue darts out and she inhales a sharp breath at the thick come streaking along the pink muscle. leaning down, she wraps her lips around it, sucking you clean, a gesture that has you writhing from your place on the ground.

when you two part, she mumbles against your lips, "lie down."

you blink slowly, mind still soft and tongue still delighting in the taste of her seed. "why?"

she snickers softly, pecking you. "did you think we were done?"

[mikimakiboo]

The people have spoken

Well, here's my boy :D

His name is Toxicity ! Pictures and lore under the cut because it's long lmao

Also if you have any questions about him please don't hesitate to send asks I'll be happy to answer 👉🏻👈🏻

Fun fact: I created him because I wanted to ship Hate with someone but I didn't want it to be with Nightmare, and since I couldn't find anyone I ended up making a whole ass oc (so yeah Toxicity is shipped with Hate lmao)

Hate is by : @/6chimeraqueen9 (I think ??)

He's a tall demon-like skeleton (approximately 1m80) with green wings (his wings look like the Lightfury's wings in HTTYD except they're green instead of white), a green tail and an emerald horn

His magic allows him to make people toxic towards their partner/family/friends/anyone but he doesn't use it often, when he makes someone toxic it usually means that the person they are toxic with was a jerk and deserved to be treated like shit in his opinion

He also has a passion for chemistry and biology and he can make lots of different potions, using his magic as components to vary the results and make anything he wants

He also cannot use his magic to fight as it is not made for that, so instead he learnt how to build bombs and use firearms (here's him with a gun as a shitpost lmao)

He is usually pretty stoic and doesn't show much his emotions, he actually has troubles expressing his feelings and needs time in order to put them into words, so he'll usually stay silent and will tend to bottle it up (same with love, he'll show it through act of services, quality time or gift giving instead of verbally)

One good way to determine what he's feeling tho is by looking at his tail because it will wag or move according to his mood

Noowwwwww his backstory:

He was born between two wars in an isolated universe where peace was an abstract concept, at a time where no one trusted each other because anyone could be a spie, so everyone was either ready to fight anyone in their way or manipulative to either get people on their side or not be suspicious

The ambient toxicity mixed with some left-over magic from the previous war ended up creating a child around six years old (similar as to how Paperjam was born from the mix of Error's and Ink's magic, instead in that case it's magic residues and toxic atmosphere)

He roamed around at first, trying to find someone who could guide him and teach him how things worked, but due to his aura (that he couldn't control yet) he was only met with aggressiveness and ended up having to learn everything by himself (all while living outside since he didn't have any family)

He was a teen when the second war started, so too young to be enrolled in it, and stayed in the city instead

By that time he had learnt to control his aura, but with the war it amplified his magic and as a result he had to wear gloves as to not influence people by touching them by accident (which happened frequently)

His universe ended up collapsing on itself due to its instability (multiple wars, emotional unbalance, ...) but he luckily managed to escape, becoming an out-code (he was a young adult, around 20yo at that time)

Since he didn't have anything else to do and nowhere to go he started traveling the multiverse until he settled in a calm surface AU in which he discovered his passion for chemistry and biology and started studying it

He still travels during his free time and met other out-codes like that, some of which he became friend with as well as universes he likes to visit sometimes (he met Hate during one of his trips)

He still has an apprehension of physical contacts when he is not wearing his gloves so he mostly never takes them off (except for laundry or cleaning himself and sleeping, of course)

He also has troubles opening up to someone or trusting others as he grew up mostly alone and didn't have anyone in his AU since they were all suspicious of everyone

Also the hole in his tail is actually an injury, he got stabbed when he was a kid as he was trying to steal food and it didn't heal properly so it made a hole (that's why he doesn't have it in the last pic)

And obviously he learnt how to build bombs and use firearms in his AU, firearms he learnt by watching the soldiers and training in the forest, and bombs he learnt by disassembling those that didn't blow up and looking at how they were made in the factories (mostly by sneaking inside or looking through the windows)

Then it was a lot of practice and he is now able to create little portable bombs and use firearms

So yeah that's my baby :D

[demisexual-dryad]

I’ve had,,, an idea,,, like a beautiful, beautiful idea for a fantasy creature Au for ace attorney.

I’ve had oread* miles edgeworth and fire spirit phoenix wright FUCKING INVADING MY BRAIN. Here’s some of my brain rot. And the reference pose I used just in case someone was looking for it (thank you og pose posters of the art world you are gifts of gods I swear it, I used number three but I altered the shit out of it AND THOSE HANDS TURNED OUT SO DAMN NICE) and I have ideas for who is what if yall wanna hear me out. (Please say you do I’m begging I wanna theory dump so bad)

So some tidbits. Yes Phoenix has little fire wings and he can (kind of anyway, it’s more like floating) fly. It is important to note; he’s not a true Phoenix, just an elemental being made of fire. He can change his form (he’s literally an essence of fire itself contained in an elemental core.) They flare when he gets happy, excited, jealous, worried, or angry. They tend to recede or die out when he’s sardonic or in any other depressive mood. He also flutters them a little when he’s really stoked or happy.

He can control how hot his external flames burn, same with his wing size (when he thinks about it).

If his internal flame goes out he dies. If it dims due to illness or lowered body temp, he does get really sick (like a flame getting weaker- yes he was really not ok after the bridge incident, and the taser gave him fever chills for two days after because it was too close to his heart. Glass had to be removed from his stomach after Dahlia because he can’t fucking digest glass and it melted into a huge wad in his stomach causing a large blockage. The poison dahlia used had a side effect of lowering body temp, so Phoenix still got sick from being stupid.)

Also. This motherfucker has to eat. A LOT he literally has to consume a fuel source (food, coal, wood, anything that can burn) so he doesn’t yknow. Stop burning.

He does glow! From the inside out! Lantern boi.

Miles is an Oread. Oreads are Greek rock, valley, mountain, and grotto spirits.

He’s made of limestone. Looks intimidating, but crumbles apart easy.

Yes. He does grow garnet crystals out of his horns.

He can mold and shape rocks at will, which is useful because when he pushes himself too hard or is stressed he can’t hide it. His body parts just start crumbling off. (Dw, they snap back into place like nothing happened but it’s definitely unsettling. Think: “Your arm’s off!” “It’s but a fleshwound.”)

I gave him a tail and more animal like legs to be more of a representation of animals that live in his life source area (there’s a sacred grotto he’s bound to, same one as his father, he visits to check in every once in awhile.)

Because his life essence is linked to the grotto, he can only get sick or die if his source area is sick or dying/destroyed- or if his heart is damaged or destroyed (it’s like a little physical link to their source area, can’t function without it.)

Earthquakes are still big scary. They’re extremely painful, like if all your growing pains hit at once. Miles experienced his first one when trapped in that elevator, which freaked him out so bad on top of the fighting that… well, we know how it ended. Even though he doesn’t need to breathe (made of rock) he still had a panic attack from stress and went unconscious from it. Not fun.

Also!! If he blushes too hard, he can melt!! His ear!! It’s melty!!

Big teefs for eatin rock. He does have to consume extra mineral rocks or he can be a little brittle.

He can shift into a more “human” form without a tail and with regular legs, but it’s not as comfortable as his standard form. Bratworth definitely spent more time than he should’ve trying to look more human to fit in with the Von Karmas.

He wiggles his lil ears when he’s content or happy. Because that’s cute and it makes me happy.

I’ve been thinking up theories for like most of the cast. Vote in the poll if you wanna hear more!

[thelikesoffinn]

Ma'am. You have a lot of Tavs. Do you just like making them? Or do you have saves with all of them? And if yes, doesn't that get boring? I'm on save 2 and already a bit bored by doing the same thing again.

Eeh, is it truly a lot? It doesn't feel like it, haha.

But to answer your question(s): Yes, I have playthroughs with all of them!

With Whisper I'm already finished. Twice. 👉🏻👈🏻

Orianna is somewhere in early act 3 - I think I'm not even in the lower City yet? - waiting for me to finish that round.

Thondna...honestly, I have no idea where I'm at with Thondna. Last I remember I was running through the Moonrise-Nautiloid, I think.

Salira is a bit of a special case. I was close to act 2, but I originally abandoned her playthrough since I don't do evil ones. But I revived her now because I like her character and I turned it into an unhinged playthrough by deciding to break out my good ol' dice set and rolling everytime I have to make any decision. Big or small. (It's insane and you never know what'll happen, but it's also super fun!) So we're back in early act 1 here.

With Gwawr I was originally somewhere mid act 3, but I redconned it back to mid act 1 because I wasn't happy with a lot of decisions and I missed a lot of content (Scratch 👉🏻👈🏻), so we're in early act 2 now.

Sassandra is currently traipsing through the underdark to help the myconids - I'm slow haha, because this is the save where I promised myself I wouldn't save-scum and I can only handle so much of that.

And finally Minka...I think we just got into the Goblin Camp? This is one is totally different and something I have to be in mood for, because my entire party is constantly wild shaped. Minka the cat, spider Gale, Wolfheart/Bearheart and Badge-starion are fun to play but you'll miss out on some content because wildshaped characters usually can't talk, haha.

And as far as boredom goes, there's none for me! All my Tav's are really different in character which makes for interesting changes. And I try to have some funky or high(ish) stakes playthroughs as well, like I do with Minka, Sassandra and Salira, to mix it up a bit!

[honestlydarkprincess]

9 for the bed sharing scenarios? 👉🏻👈🏻

boyfriend duties || read on ao3

“So, how exactly does one break their dresser anyway?” Buck asked as he pulled into the parking lot of IKEA. Eddie let out a long suffering sigh as he tumbled out of Buck’s jeep.

“Listen, I don’t know what happened. One minute I’m grabbing a t-shirt to wear to bed and the next there was a weird sound and then the whole thing just…collapsed,” Eddie explained, looking dumbfounded. “I didn’t even know it was broken.”

Buck shook his head as he chuckled. “Oh well, we’ll get you a new one and it’ll be like it never happened.”

Eddie sighed again but he couldn’t help but smile when Buck look at him like that, a hopeful look like he wanted Eddie to say yes, your plan will fix everything. And it would. Eddie knew he was pouting for no reason. Dressers broke all the time and if he was honest, he’d never much liked the dresser he had had. Sometimes change was good.

They entered the wonderfully bright and endlessly confusing IKEA and headed to the start of the maze.

“They should have more shortcuts. You mean to tell me I have to walk through this entire store to get to the dressers?” Eddie grumbled, looking at the signs above them.

“It’s not so bad, we can look at all the cool things they have,” Buck said, bouncing on his heels as he looked around like a kid in a candy store. “Oh, that reminds me, Chris was complaining that his reading lamp wasn’t working anymore. I thought it might have just been a burnt out lightbulb but it didn’t work when I changed it. We should take a look at the lamps while we’re here.”

“Sounds good,” Eddie said, feeling warm at how thoughtful Buck was. He hadn’t even known that Christopher’s lamp was broken but now that he thought about it, he could remember there being a lightbulb box in the recycling.

They took their time walking through the maze, Eddie indulgently letting Buck look at anything and everything that caught his eye. They had time, Christopher was spending the weekend with Tía Pepa so even if they didn’t get everything done today they still had tomorrow.

Finally though they found the dresser Eddie wanted, got all the information and headed towards the warehouse section. They stopped briefly in lighting and Buck was quite happy with the reading lamp he found as a replacement for Christopher’s broken one.

Once they had everything, they walked back to the parking lot. They struggled a bit to get everything into Buck’s jeep but finally they were able to maneuver the dresser into the back.

“We really should have taken the truck,” Eddie mumbled, looking at the awkward way the dresser was jammed into the jeep.

“It just has to hold until we get home,” Buck said absently, making sure everything was tucked in as much as possible before shutting the door.

Eddie didn’t miss the easy way Buck referred to the Diaz house as home and it made something in his heart swell. Because it was. It was home for the both of them and Christopher.

“You’re quiet,” Buck observed. It was about fifteen minutes into their drive back that he finally spoke up because Eddie hadn’t said a word since they left the parking lot.

“Yeah, shit, sorry. I was just thinking,” Eddie replied, feeling his cheeks heat. Buck was going out of his way to help him today and here he was, getting lost in his thoughts and ignoring him. He shook off the weird mood that had settled over him like a cloud and gave Buck his full attention.

They chatted the rest of the way home and time just seemed to fly by as they set about getting the new dresser into the house and into Eddie’s bedroom.

The next few hours passed in a series of “Buck, it goes here, look at the picture—“ and “I am looking at the picture, Eddie, and it goes over here!”

Finally they had frame of the dresser built and all that was left were the drawers. Since it was nearing dinner time they decided to take a break and finish the rest afterwards. Dinner passed quickly along with a couple episodes of the new show on Netflix they had been watching together.

“C’mon, we should get back to it,” Buck said, clapping Eddie on the knee as he stood up from the couch and stretched, groaning as his joints popped.

Eddie sighed but followed Buck to his bedroom, taking in the mess of furniture pieces and the packaging the dresser had come in. Feeling overwhelmed by the mess, Eddie sat on the edge of the bed and flopped back so he was laying down.

“It’s not too bad, Eds,” Buck said, echoing his earlier words. “We just need to get the drawers finished and the knobs put in. We can move your clothes and things in tomorrow.”

“I should have just used the closet, why did I get another dresser? I don’t even like dressers, I hate folding clothes. God invented hangers for a reason.”

Buck laughed. “Let’s go, c’mon. Just a little bit longer.”

“I’m exhausted, babe. Let’s just do it tomorrow.” Eddie groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes. When he was met with silence he groaned again and sat up, expecting to see Buck waiting for him to get up and help. But Buck was staring at him in shock. “What? What’s wrong?”

Buck was still kneeling on the ground, holding the instructions in his hand. “You, uh, you called me babe.”

“Oh,” Eddie blushed. “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking—”

Buck cut him off with a kiss. Eddie froze the second Buck’s lips touched his and he stayed frozen, long enough that Buck seemed to wilt against him, pulling away.

“Fuck,” Buck gasped, looking stricken. “I’m sorry— I shouldn’t have done that. I thought— I thought you calling me babe meant— although actually now that I think about it, it really doesn’t mean anything. I mean, for all I know you call all your friends pet names. I’ve literally never heard you use a pet name before but who knows—”

This time it was Eddie who cut Buck off with a kiss. Buck groaned, shuffling closer to where Eddie was sat on the edge of the bed so they could kiss without straining their necks so much. Eddie tugged Buck up off the floor and onto the bed. They broke apart, breathing heavily as Buck sprawled out on the bed underneath Eddie.

Eddie wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, making out like teenagers but eventually the kisses got softer, less hungry and more languid. Eddie pulled back, taking in the flush on Buck’s cheeks and his swollen, spit-slick lips. He took a minute to marvel at the pretty picture Buck made, all kiss drunk.

And then Buck took the opportunity to completely ruin the moment. “We still have to build that fucking dresser.”

Eddie got off him with a groan, slapping Buck’s chest playfully when the other man does nothing but laugh. “Shut up, Buckley.”

“Or what, Diaz?”

“Or you’ll finish building that dresser all by yourself,” Eddie replied, looking smug.

“Isn’t it your dresser? Why should I build it myself?” Buck teased, even though they both knew that if Eddie asked, Buck would built it in a heartbeat without Eddie having to lift a finger.

“Boyfriend duties.”

“Oh?” And Buck looked so happy, smiling as bright as the sun, that Eddie couldn’t help but lean in to kiss the smile from his lips. Eddie found that he liked the taste of joy on Buck. When he pulled back, Buck said, “So, I’m your boyfriend?”

“I was hoping you would be,” Eddie replied softly.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Buck said, trying to joke but sincerity shined through. He really hadn’t thought Eddie would ever ask— that they would ever get to this point.

“Well, I’m asking now.”

“Yeah, Eds. I want to be your boyfriend.”

“Oh good, ‘cause I have your first official boyfriend task right here,” Eddie joked, nodding his head towards the half built dresser.

Buck laughed but went to move off of the bed. He was stopped by a hand on his wrist and then Eddie was tugging him back into bed.

“I changed my mind, the dresser can wait.”

“Good call, Diaz. Good call.”

[petrichorium]

hiyaaaa c: for the selfship asks!! (I usually default to Shanks with you but i'd love to hear about literally any of your selfships, anyone you wanna talk about!)

mocha, moonlight, mango, vanilla (+ bonus if there's one on there you're specifically dyin to talk about!)

i will happily do shanks ty av 👉🏻👈🏻

mocha — what was your first kiss like?

its like two yrs after we meet n during that time we've been growing closer but im def still like. super anxious hes just gonna get bored of me and move on. like every time he leaves theres a part of me thats like yep this is it theyre not coming back. as time has gone on their visits have gotten longer + more frequent but then this Specific time they r stalled and it takes much much longer for them to return like they r gone for a good 3-4 months which is the longest its ever been. so when shanks Does show up at the top of my lighthouse where im working on the light i have this very intense mix of feelings (relief bc i was ofc worried, anger at him bc i felt abandoned, anger at myself for feeling abandoned when i shouldnt even care) but most of all i see him and its just so clear how eager he is to see me that i have Such a palpable reaction to seeing him in turn and it def terrifies me. hes gotten used to me just letting him in or even coming out to hang w him so when i tell him im not hes like. very kicked puppy LMFAOOOOO its also raining and windy and hes very like. mr darcy in the rain coded yk JSHBFJBHS but not abt to leave or force the door open obvi so instead he just stands there tapping at the window while i hover too..... eventually i do open it and he gets up close to say hes sorry he took so long and tell me he missed me so much.......... n now i feel So silly and upset w myself i fear JHSDFJHB just a mess but all those emotions come out in me impulsively lunging forward n kissing him through the window...... and its so wet rip and cold and so fast bc he does Not anticipate it hes left all dumbfounded. and in a panic i slam the window closed on him again LOL and thats when he like. bashes through the door like a maniac i fear just on complete accident neither of us realizes hes busted the latch until way later on but hes just very giddy and wants 2 hold me Right Then which i do allow him to do....... N E WAY THERE WE GO SDUFHBVHBH so long im sorry pfft

moonlight — what does a perfect friday night look like for the two of you?

bold to assume the red-haired pirates have weekdays JHBSDFJH but i will attempt to maintain the spirit of the question...... perfect night before a few "days off" wld start w me actually joining everyone for a few drinks which is admittedly a bit rare so it always puts shanks in a good mood. i always peel off a bit early and he probs follows quickly behind, n we spend the rest of the night lounging around our quarters w him reading whatever book im in the middle of over my shoulder/from my lap. we'll make out a lil too but thats a given

mango — do you and your lover like to dance?

DOES MR HOPELESS ROMANTIC LIKE TO DANCE yes ofc ofc 🫣 he will mostly drag me into v playful high energy dances while everyones partying (& honestly the other officers will too i think) but he does like to slow it down sometimes.... occasionally in a quiet lil corner of whatever bar we've taken over for the night but often just in our quarters 🥺 ive talked abt for the dancing and the dreaming but he'll tend to hum that on those occasions 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

vanilla — what do they keep on their nightstand? what do you keep on yours?

i feel like we share a nightstand somehow idk just vibes so its always got. a bunch of books (i rlly do read a LOT on the red force ik im always talking abt it but like. once i join up i suddenly have access to all kinds of banned books that i read like crazy so) honestly one or two half-empty bottles of booze which i am always trying to toss out but another will magically appear..... a pistol JKHBSDJHFB a mini den-den, a good bundle of various letters and documents, a pair of seastone cuffs

send in some selfship questions!

[giggly-squiggily]

ler kenma hcs pretty please? 👉🏻👈🏻

I gotcha anon! :D

-Nimble fingers from constantly playing video games. He puts his talents of button mashing to the test when he drills into his lee's ribs or taps a funny rhythm against their bellies.

-Not much of a tease but will make gaming references during the tickle fight. "I use rib scratches. It's super effective." "Oo, weakness found. Exploiting it for bonus damage." "You need to work on your defense stats, you're so weak to a single poke."

-He's usually pretty chill when tickling someone- he doesn't get uper hyped like Hinata or sassy like Tsukishima. However, he will crack a smile at you after awhile; it's hard not to when someone's laughing because of him. Even if it is in the form of tickling.

-He's called the brain for a reason- Kenma can learn tickle spots as fast as he learns game mechanics. He knows everyone's in Nekoma and even both Hinata and Kageyama's just by watching them interact. He won't always participate in tickle wars but he's the one to call out "Try that spot." "Try the other spot" etc, etc.

- He's not much or an instigator but if he's in a good mood he'll cause problems just because. Not even kidding- he'll poke Kuroo in the back of the ribs and then act like he did nothing so the taller boy will blame Lev. It's a cycle of antics that hasn't quite been exposed yet because no one thinks Kenma would do something so silly.

Thanks for reading!

[darkenedroses-world]

I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVEEEE YOUR SMITTY FIC AND I WOULD LIKE TO REQUEST MORE IF YOU'RE OPEN TO IT👉🏻👈🏻

So I'm really in a fluffy mood and I was wondering if you could maybe write something where reader is someone who is very cautious with certain textures or stuff. Reader has sensory issues.

Maybe one where reader has like a meltdown of some sorts connected to the sensory issues and Smitty just comforts her

Pretty please

awww ofc i could do that💕 it sounds so sweet 🥹 besides, I need to make more Smii7y fics my boy only has one(not including the threesome fic i did)

[groupiewhoreee]

can I please have some hcs for hanoi rocks? i almost don't find content about them 👉🏻👈🏻 👉🏻👈🏻 👉🏻👈🏻

hii! yes, of course. i don't listen too much nor know much about the band besides razzle and vince neil, but yes of course! thnx for u req. 🫶🏽💕

HANOI ROCKS HEADCANONS

(NSFW ADDITION!)

MICHAEL MONROE

Michael is.. can get a bit more serious and only a tad bit goofy during sex, and seems to become like an animal during sex as well. He gets very involved, too involved. He likes to pull ur hair, grope anywhere he can touch, whisper sweet nothingness into ur ear.

Big thigh dude, has a thing for gripping ur thighs, leaving hot kisses there, holding onto ur thighs while he drives. Loves to eat you out while his head is in between ur thighs.

Has a big thing for his hair getting tugged? I- I don't know. He just likes it I guess. Your fingers tugging at the small locks of his blond hair.

Likes to get submissive once in a while with you. Loves being called baby boy, or good boy. Likes to call you mommy and mistress. He loves to be edged and beg for you to let him cum.

You in white lingerie will make him feral, absolute feral. He likes to see you with it under clothing that it's noticeable in. Gets a boner from it.

RAZZLE (Nicholas Charles Dingy)

Isn't much of a serious dude. He's quite goofy. He likes to smile at you, make eye contact but laugh afterwards. Makes jokes during it to make you giggle. He's never serious unless he isn't in a good mood. He'll laugh when you fall off the bed or make an weird noise.

Has a serious thing for somewhat roleplaying during sex? He likes to roleplay with you no doubt. He doesn't know why it just turns him on.

Breeding kink. Nothing else said.

Loves public sex. Yeah, he does like the bed sometimes, but people being able to see how he fucks ur pretty pussy is what he likes better. He did it under a table once with you and in a movie theater.

You in purple or red lingerie gets him going. He can't help but pop one.

NASTY SUICIDE (Jan Markus Stenfors)

He isn't as wild as Michael, but he is wild. He willingly open to trying new crazy things with you during sex no matter how weird the position is. He is a goof during sex as well. He always makes fun of you in a funny way to make you laugh. "What the fuck was that noise? Pipsqueak." Stuff like that.

Very serious about car sex. He loves it because he can play love songs during sex, and people can see you when the windows aren't fogged up yet, and its a cramped space.

Likes seeing you on ur knees begging for him to fuck you. He loves it, and it makes him seem as the dominant one. He likes to be in control with you.

Has a big big bdsm kink. Nuff said.

Can't help but buy all the lingerie you want, because he gets so turned on by it. Red or black preferably.

ANDY MC-COY

A big sweetheart during sex, and a big goof too. He loves to make eye contact then see you laugh and smile. Always making sure ur okay and alright with what he is doing. Making sure it doesn't hurt as much. He loves you and makes it as sensual as possible.

Can get a bit possessive during sex. And what I mean is he will mark you up too the point a crime scene just happened on ur neck. Loves how he can get you to moan his name out. It lets him know you can't live without him and how he treats you.

Has a thing for pulling your hair and tugging it. He likes to just hold ur hair. He doesn't know why, he just has a big thing for doing it to you. Your head like hurts from it but you don't say anything because you love him, and don't want him to get all anxious.

Also has a breeding kink. Loves to just fill you up.

White or black lingerie, it just has an effect on him like nothing else. He gets turned on so much when you showcase it to him.

SAMI YAFFA

Sami isn't an asshole during sex, but he is very chill about it and is somewhat the chill one. He isn't serious, only a tad bit goofy and tries to make sex non boring. He is very much not as wild as the others, but he for sure can get a bit frisky. He likes to crack jokes and smiles.

Loves public sex as much as anyone in the band. He can't help but get in trouble because you two are getting it on in a restaurant, under a table. You two are banned from restaurants, and only gets an exemption to go to one because its a band thing.

Lives for you teasing him, When you don't take ur clothes off as quickly and do it slowly, he goes feral. He gets so hungry its no joke. He doesn't say anything nor show it, but he is like a starving dog.

You tugging his hair>>>>

Red lingerie.. when you wear it he gets all frisky and can't help but tear it off you.

[thekinkyleopard]

The Festival: How bout them apples?

A Remi x Levi SnzFic

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

🍋

Lemons, SnzFet, Fluff

Author’s Note: Hello my wonderful Snow Puppies! It is I, Kez! Back with more snzfet for y’all! This time Remi is our target! You asked! You shall receive! Let’s get into it! PS: I love feedback 🫣👉🏻👈🏻 And of course, credits to @aller-geez for the art, title, and characters Remi and Drae (mentioned later)

DESCRIPTION: Levi drags Remi to the local apple festival. Said wolf is acting like a Grade A beast on such a lovely day, Levi decides to teach him a lesson, will it prove fruitful? Or backfire?

“Baaaaaaaabbbbbyyyyy~~~~” the bubbly Leopard sang into the open space and bounced his way into the now rocking bus. “I have something for us to do!!” Excited as ever he wrapped his arms around the back of a sitting Remi to dangle in front of him. Kissing the side of the wolf’s temple, said man paused his guitar playing and looked to the side, his face apprehensive to these, plans.

“And what might that include?” Asking cautiously, green orbs narrowed, thin brow raised.

“Apple picking! Apple ice cream! Apple croissants and pancakes and and ….” Cut off suddenly, Remi sighed and threw his head back into the leopard’s chest, looking up at him now.

“But that means…other people will be around,” grumbling from between his lips.

“Hush! We are making core memories! Get your shoes and let’s go!” Giggling before kissing the other’s now wrinkled forehead.

“But…” suddenly cut off by his overtly exuberant boyfriend.

“No buts! Apple festival!” Patting Remi on his shoulders to indicate he would like to get up from this position. Leaning forward to free his mate and setting his guitar down with a deep sigh, they both gathered themselves and came to their feet. Begrudgingly, the wolf walked over and shoveled his feet into his boots, grabbing the keys to Ethel and standing by the door.

“I’m ready…” he mumbled grumpily looking down at the ground unenthused. Levi giggled rolling his sky blue eyes before grabbing his wallet and phone. He practically skipped over to Remi in just a few short feet, stood on his tip toes and kissed him on the cheek, nodding swiftly.

“Off we go then!” Smiling his famous bright smile that could get Remi to do anything he’d ever desired. They made their way into the vehicle, buckled and hit the road. Being passenger princess, Levi was in charge of the music, normally he would play whatever obnoxious artist he had discovered that week, but he was trying to have mercy on his beloved mate. So he decided to put on his favorite, Guardin. As they listened to the music, both of them began to sing along, every now and then catching a side glimpse of the other to admire their cuteness, it was easy to get lost in the happiness of it. Remi, finally finding himself coming out of that distasteful mood, reached over, and slapped an open hand down onto the leopard’s thigh, gripping it lovingly as they drove together. Levi placed a gentle palm down on top of the hand and carried on singing to “Luminary” as he gazed out the window. They sat like this the whole drive there, singing and enjoying the presence of one another on a beautiful scenic drive, before they finally pulled up to the festival. “Eek! We’re here!” Bouncing in his seat now. The leopard simply LOVED doing things, exploring the world and everything humans had to offer in it. More importantly, experiencing those things with his person. He quickly flung his seat belt off as Remi used both his hands now to park and get himself collected enough to leave as he slowly unbuckled.

Levi already throwing himself out of the van, feet hitting the dusty dirt parting lot with a thud. “I’m so excited~” he wiggled his butt back and forth skipping over to the driver’s side, awaiting his less than pumped boyfriend. Before the large man got out of the vehicle, he swiped a cigarette from the pack on his dash. Putting the stick to his lips now, he lit it, then swung his legs out of the van to join his boyfriend in the world. Slamming the door shut behind him, else it wouldn’t shut, he took a long drag and blew it out to the side, away from his mate’s face.

“Alright…let’s do this…” taking yet another drag, Levi folded his arms and rolled his eyes.

“Well I have to wait til you’re done smoking now! You can’t bring that in there!” Furrowing his adorable face into that of inpatient agitation. Letting out an airy chuckle to the reaction he was getting from the younger leopard, he took another drag and exhaled before scraping the cigarette out and tucking it behind his ear. Wondering how long he could act like a stick in the mud in order to get Levi to give in and take them home.

“Fine, I got my fix a bit at least, I’ll save the rest for later,” though he was slightly miffed he couldn’t finish his peaceful stick of cancer, he was still smiling. Despite the smaller’s attitude, it always made Remi feel slightly giddy to see he could so easily ruffle the man’s excited feathers. It was but a simple reminder of how attached they were to each other. With one quick swoop, the wolf snagged onto his boyfriend’s hand and nudged his head toward the festival gates. “Come on cutie,” the once frowning face turned up into a quick and bright smile again.

“Yay!!! I really want to go Apple picking first! Get as many of the good ones we can, Drae told me the west section of trees usually has no one cause it’s the furthest out…so we should go that way!” Just the sound of that twit’s name brought chills to Remi’s body, and an insufferable feeling of rage.

“This was DRAE’S idea?!” He snapped his head to the side with a scowl. Levi sucked in his lips, and shrunk, feeling very small under his boyfriend’s rage.

“Yes…BUT… Me and Drae share a lot of similar qualities so he knew I’d love the festival, gawsh, you need to stop hating him so much, he’s done nothing to you!” His eyebrows fell now with irritation before looking over at his grumbling mate.

“Not directly…but mentally…he is the human embodiment of nails on a chalkboard,” he looked away from the judging leopard now who scoffed at him.

“You’re so dramatic, let’s go Sir Gumpy pants,” tugging the hand of his slightly annoyed boyfriend and dragging him to the entrance booth. An older lady greeted them with a sincere smile before she asked,

“Two tickets, gentlemen?” To which Levi rapidly nodded his head, cheesin like he was a kid at Disneyland, messy mullet flowing about. Remi pulled his wallet out of the back pocket of his ripped black jeans with one swift movement. “That’ll be $40!” The lady responded cheerfully to them both. The wolf scoffed and judged the price in his head. Gently, subtly, Levi nudged his mate with his elbow, still smiling brightly at the attendant assisting them. Her once genuine smile turned to that of a nervous one when Remi’s unamused, green eyes made contact with hers. He slid the money to her on the counter and opened his palm face up awaiting the tickets he just paid for. Whilst slightly shaking, the woman places them in his open hand and nods. “E-Enjoy…” as they walked away towards the rest of the festival, Levi sighed exasperated. “Remington…must you exude such a dark aura that you scare an innocent old lady?” he was talking to the man beside him, but his eyes were scanning all the booths around them. His internal excitement bubbling up once again in the pit of his stomach.

“Hey, you know pleasant people make me uncomfortable, I can’t help myself..” he muttered sheepishly as he held tighter to his boyfriend’s hand.

“You really gotta work on that,” they both cracked a genuine smile as they playfully nudged into each other. Eventually, making their way over to the orchard half of the festival, Levi’s main target of the evening. Approaching a bald headed farmer who looked at the two men holding hands, and tried to reserve his judgements, he nodded at them. “You folks here to pick some apples?” Remi couldn’t help but scoff once again.

“No, actually, came to chop em down,” it was a joke, but clearly it went over the man’s head.

“Excuse me?” He said with a raised eyebrow. Both of the boys could hardly contain their snickers and chuckles. Giving off a nervous, but breathy chuckle Levi spoke this time.

“He’s just messin’ with you, sir, yes we would love to pick some apples!” Pulling on Remi’s arm as he bounced on his toes excitedly looking about at all the trees. His eyes zeroed in on the furthest orchard to the west. He could tell there were still fruitfuls of trees out that way.

“Ah! I see,” the farmer cracked a smile now, pleasantly surprised to find he was just being goofed with. The man took it in stride before telling them “it’ll be $10 a bucket, alright boys?” Remi looked down at his bouncing giddy boyfriend and sighed obviously unable to turn it down. ‘Jesus Christ what was the ticket fee for then?’ He wondered to himself before fishing out another $20 from his wallet, handing it to the man. “Alrighty, grab yourself a bucket and go to town, whatever you can fit you can take with ya,” the shiny headed man said as he stashed the bills in his til. The boys each took a bucket and once that bucket was in his hands, Levi took off. “Hey!” Remi grinned before sprinting after him.

“Come on! We gotta get to the west! That’s where the best apples are!” He looked behind him with the widest grin the wolf had probably ever seen him wear. Besides the time he first said the L word. Unable to stop his heart from melting at the sight of his favorite person so delighted, he quickly caught the leopard’s pace as they dashed to the furthest corner of the orchard. They arrived and as they caught their breath they looked in amazement by how many apples were on these trees compared to the ones up by the front.

“This is awesome!” Levi shimmied his body holding his bucket close to his chest. Remi looked about and then set his bucket on the ground.

“Alright Kitten, go to town,” he yawned, leaning up against one of the many fruit-filled trees. Levi sharply turned around and looked at his mate with utter shock and disappointment.

“No! Not just me, you gotta pick em too that’s the point! If I wanted to pick apples by myself I wouldn’t have bothered to bring you, silly!” Picking up Remi’s bucket now and handing it to him. He was starting to get slightly annoyed with just how grumpy the wolf was being today. Did he not have his coffee? Was it cause he only had a few puffs of cigarette? He wasn’t sure but Levi was quickly  concocting a way to get back at the man for being such a debbie downer on such a fine festival afternoon. Grabbing it with lose hands, Remi furrowed his brows at his boyfriend.

“Fine…but I’m gonna complain the whole time,” he smirked playfully, he could tell he was getting under the smaller’s skin just by the look in his eyes. Truthfully, they loved to test each other now that they’re this far into their relationship. Turning around dramatically, with the sass of a thousand bratty teenagers, Remi began yanking and pulling at the apples letting them fall into the bucket with a *thump* Levi stood there, arms crossed, hip cocked as he carefully studied the other man. ‘Look at him being such a butthead about this…you know…that’s it, I’m teaching him a lesson…’ and while the wolf was obviously distracted in his own pity, the leopard concentrated really hard, narrowing his eyes as he centered his thoughts. Out popped two black and white teddy bear shaped ears, and a long, fluffy, elegant spotted grey tail. Wiggling it back and forth beside him, he slowly approached Remi from behind with the stealth of a cat. With one fell swoop, allowed his tail to gently swish past Remi’s fragile nose. The man froze, feeling the tickle, his throat already starting to get a hint of that itching feeling.

“Levi…” he muttered slowly before turning around. “What did you just…hah…Hhh…” it built up in him faster now, his heart racing a million miles per minute. Eyes squinting without control “N-No—…HaAaAa…” trying his best to stifle what was to come but like an abrupt punch to the gut, it hit him. “Hh’itSCHUU!” He sneezed once into his arm. “HhHhh-Haah…L-Lee…v..hah…HAH’TSCHU!” The leopard felt immensely satisfied wiggling his tail back and forth in a quick flutter. He giggled and he quickly offered the sleeve of his hoodie to him.

“Need a tissue, honey?” He asked playfully, but also genuinely. Remi grabbed the smaller’s arm, but quickly spun him around to wrap his arms around his waist and bury his face into the side of the leopard’s neck. Not realizing his ears and tail still very much out, so this would only make the problem, much worse. He felt flushed, flustered, and most importantly, stuffed. “Babdy…snf..why?” Whimpering into his mate now as he sniffled and stifled. “H-heh…” feeling it coming on once again. Levi giggled and wrapped his arms around the arms that were enveloping his waist.

“You were such a stinky grumpy man today, I thought I’d teach you a lesson,” his tone was more than satisfied, and proud.

“H-hh..you..on purpude??” He lifted his head now, shocked by the betrayal, though his gaze was straight ahead the man below him could almost feel the consequences of his actions coming to fruition soon. “Heh…HH’TSCHU!” Unable to control the feeling of an insatiable itch within him that must be scratched. His face was hot, in fact his whole body felt hot. He couldn’t escape it, no matter how many times he rubbed, and sniffled against the cat’s hoodie.He whimpered gently against the other. All anything he did was make it infinitely worse.

Levi was starting to have some reserves about what he had just done..‘Oh no…he’s really struggling…’ he bit his lower lip, brows turned up with worry. He unlatched the man’s arms from him in order to turn himself around to face the mess of man. “Baby?” He asked softly, scanning over the other’s face. Remi’s bright green eyes were glistening as the tears welled within them, cheeks flushed with a light rose color and his nose was raw from rubbing against the leopard’s light blue hoodie. The wolf pouted, he looked down at Levi with a heartbroken expression.

“You dibd dids to meb?!” Lower lip fully jutted as he spoke with tear stained cheeks. Now Levi was pouting, his heart felt like it had been kicked around and he no longer liked this game, he concentrated again, his cat features quickly vanishing as he tried to soothe his suffering partner.

“I did, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize it would come out this badly…” Levi scooped his sleeve past the tips of his fingers, gripping the material tightly so it would stay over his hand. He then brought it up to Remi’s poor sore nosey, and began to gently dab at it.

“Heh…snf…HH..oh god…” he mumbled between stifles, lifting his head up towards the sky, mouth gapped open as he let out another force full sneeze. “HIH’ITTSCHUU!” Groaning immediately afterwards as he looked back down to his guilty mate.

“Oh honey…I’m so sorry…what have I done?” Levi’s tone of voice was that of worry as he continued to dab and rub at the wolf’s nose for him. The care his boyfriend was showing towards him, despite being the source of his pain, caused Remi’s heart to flutter a bit with excitement. He continued to observe the leopard as he was cleaning up after each blow, sometimes spraying past himself, causing his lips to moisten. “Is it getting any better?” The smaller asked looking up with those bright blue orbs of anxiousness.

“Nobe…heh…Hh~” he stifled once more, Levi held his sleeve up to the other’s nose.

“Go on, let it out Daddy, I won’t be upset,” voice tender and loving as he braced himself for impact. Something about that absolutely sent chills down Remi’s spine, did he just? Is he? ‘God…he’s so cute right now…’ he thought to himself before he could feel the build up once again. He huffed through his nose “H-heh…” but the second he did that, the cool breeze reactivated that ever so stubborn tickle. “HH’TSCHU!” Another medium decibel sneeze rocked through the core of his system, letting loose on the cat’s sleeve, grabbing it from behind with his hand to steady it closer to his face.

“There you go, handsome, that’s right,” smiling gently up at him. He couldn’t take it, between the fragile state of being that was his current fit, and the sight of his mate being so doting after causing this whole thing, he moved his hand now to snake around the other’s small thin waist.

“Woulbd it be toob ribdiculus to fuck right bow?” Face flushing harder than it originally was as he pulled the male closer, sticking their foreheads together, the wolf’s slightly clammy from his current condition. Levi could only giggle as he brushed some of the loose strands of black hair from Remi’s eyes.

“I’ve seen you perform under worse circumstances…but are you sure?” he whispered seductively at first but then, quickly turned into worry again.

“Stob beibg so carinbg, it’s going straibht to mby dick,” mustering up a charismatic smirk, his nostrils still bright red. They both looked at each other with a heated gaze before each male took the time to check their surroundings first. The coast was completely clear, no one was walking out this far. Grabbing his mate by the front of his hoodie, Remi dragged him through the orchard now, making sure they had enough coverage for what he was about to do to him. Once the spot was secured, letting go of the hoodie his hand quickly snatched Levi by the base of his throat within the V of his hand. Pushing his back up against the front of him, he drove the leopard straight into a tree trunk until he was pinned there. Hand squeezing just slightly.

“Yoube really donbe it now, kitteb,” his voice still blocked up from his post sneezing stuffy nose. “Youbb be luckby to wablk out of hereb wibhout my helb,” Levi’s breath hitched underneath the hand that held his neck, hands braced up against the tree as he teasingly rubbed his ass against the front of Remi’s already too tight jeans. The feeling of having his throbbing length pushed up against, caused a low growl to escape the depths of the wolf’s chest. “Whob do youb thigk youb are, hubh?” Questioning his boyfriend, his lips at the other’s pierced ear, licking the shell of it.

Levi received full body shudders from the way the taller was speaking into his canal, teasing it so seductively. “I’ve been terribly bad, daddy I’m so sorry~” he whimpered against him, still desperately rubbing his rear end along the stiff shaft that begged for exposure.

“Well dow I have to pudish you,” despite the inflections of his voice, the deepness, the sincerity of it, Levi’s own length started struggling against the fabric of his pants. Desperate to be touched, needing the other so bad he could feel his body starting to tremor. Remi’s free hand worked quick on the leopard’s jeans, flicking open the button and quickly drawing down his zipper. He shoved the pieces of fabric downward, just barely enough to expose Levi’s pale awaiting ass.

“Please…hurry..I need it, Daddy,” he struggled to gasp behind the hand that tightened ever so slightly around his throat again. Blue orbs floating back behind his skull, freckled cheeks dusted pink. He continued to uncomfortably shift his hips to receive more friction between them.

“Daddy’s goigg to bake a bess out of you,” his whisper drenched in a much more sinister aura, despite being stuffed. He gripped the base of his wet length, and started pushing it against Levi’s tight, wanting entrance. The leopard let out a slightly muffled moan. “Are you ready, Kitted? Here I cobe,” despite his face still being mildly irritated, and his nose being completely plugged, Remi’s whole body was lit with passion, being driven by pure instinct and lust as he drove his craving length deeply inside of the other’s waiting hole. Both of the men groaned and gasped with complete bliss, wasting no time, the wolf began to animalistic-ally thrust himself in and back out, rapidly tearing through Levi’s tight ass. One hand on his throat and the other assertively on his left ass cheek. His grip was so hard it was sure to leave behind finger shaped bruising. However, the cat didn’t care as he started to drool slightly out the side of his mouth.

“You feel so fucking good, please don’t stop,” Levi gasped again, his own hand coming up to push at the one on his neck. Forcing the grip to get tighter, more aggressive.

“Youb like that? Tell daddy how buch you lobe his dick, baby,” hot breath against his ear, the slurry of words swirling inside the folds of his brain, Levi couldn’t help but continue to moan helplessly.

“It..s….soOoo..goOo.d…da…ddy,” struggling to get the syllables out as his hole was relentlessly pounded into.

“That’s right, that’s daddy’s home isd’t it?“ slowly his nose was starting to clear up, but not completely, as the adrenaline, started to rush through him. Sweat forming at his hair line from the consistent thrusting, though hidden underneath all the length of mop, you could see a bead fall behind from his forehead every now and then if you tried.

“Yes….Sir….”uttering what he could as the grip only managed to get tighter, his once pale face a very light shade of lilac as he struggled to breath. The wolf only lessened his grip every 30-60 seconds, just to ensure his mate wouldn’t go passing out on him. With controlled breathing, and the thick length pumping inside him, Levi could no longer take it. “Please…let…me touch?” He managed to squeeze the words out with a pleading whimper.

“Go ahead, Kitted, you cad touch,” giving the cat full permission to ravish himself. Levi didn’t even take a second to consider it, or hesitate, he swiftly grabbed hold of his leaking, anguished length, and started to vigorously stroke between thrusts. Remi’s head falling forward to rest against that of his boyfriend’s, he positioned his legs further apart so he could scoop his hips in the upward position. Hitting the small male right in his prostate. “Shit..” Levi hissed with pure ecstasy, seeing stars floating about the center of his vision, feeling the pressure building and threatening to boil over.

“Are you goigg to cub for daddy? Go od, spill that hot load for be, I wadt to see you cobe uddode,” his hot voice still murmuring silkened stuffy words through his ear. This caused Levi’s whole body to tremble and shake, his vision starting to blur and blacken.

“Go-..d…I’m gonna…” and just like that, Levi blew his long awaited load hard, painting the tree he was pinned up against. Remi growled with animalistic lust, craving his own sweet release.

“Just a secodd…albost there…” hesitating on the last half of that sentence, he plunged himself deeper, pulling back out only to dive right back in. The pressure of Levi’s constricting walls was proving too much as his own orgasm threatened to burst through. “Oh fuck I’b cobiggggg…” elongated as he moaned the last word before the climax hit him as if he’d been snapped like a glow stick, he bent at the waist, hips stuttering as his body convulsed. “Fuck….” He hissed again, groaning inwardly as his seed spilled inside the other and dripped downward into the leopard’s jeans. Remi collapsing behind Levi, letting go of his neck as they caught their breath. They gasped and panted for a while before scrambling to fix their pants.

“Jesus…” Levi said in a breathy fashion. The wolf managed to take his weight off his boyfriend long enough for the male to turn around and face him. “That was so good,” he smiled a full toothy grin.

“Yeah? How ‘bout them apples?” He chuckled now feeling much more cleared up and comfortable after reaching his climax. The leopard’s eyes widened in panic.

“Oh no, the apples! We gotta hurry and collect those before that guy comes looking for us..” looking behind him, feeling a tad paranoid, to see that their buckets were indeed still over where they’d abandoned them for their quickie.

“Is there a time limit to apple picking?” The wolf asked curiously as they started to walk towards the spot they’d originally came from.

“Honestly…not entirely sure but I’d like to finish this up, and maybe go in for round two in the van…?” Biting his lower lip and looking the other up and down as if he were already mentally undressing him.

“I won’t argue with that,” the wolf said with a cheeky smile before they hurriedly gathered the fresh fruits.

The end

Author’s Note: I know I said look out for the next /3/ days but …I cracked this out in one just for my snzfuckr Snow Puppies 😚🤌🏻 Hope you enjoyed! 🫶🏻