#im not taking this off until i have to and im not ashamed to admit it

[piningpercussionist]

Oh I totally forgot to post about this here I'm pretty sure but

Best mom ever (continued)

[29121996]

i prefer posting my thoughts on here i rlly get lost in some void n also i rlly .

[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

"im not trying to fix you."

~1k words

Jason Todd is broken, but he’s not shattered. He’s picked up the pieces of himself and stitched them back together in a patchwork pattern that seems to mock who he used to be.

Jason Todd is splintered, but he’s making it work, he’s helping, he’s trying to be something greater than himself. (Even if ‘greater’ includes killing and hurting and a million other things he’d never thought he’d do)

Jason Todd is built of fragments of twisted morals and poisoned pits, so why, why do you keep showing up in his life? He doesn’t get it. He’s worked through all the scenarios, all the possibilities, and he still doesn’t have an answer.

You haven’t tried placing any bugs or cameras in his safehouse, haven't gone to the bat to try and take him down. (At least not that he knows of) You haven’t tried talking him out of taking over Gotham, and you haven’t even mentioned all the bodies piling up in his crusade against Black Mask.

He should have confronted you weeks ago. But you keep doing nice things for him. He still hasn’t figured out how you found his safehouse, but you showed up with takeout from his favorite restaurant and just kind of walked in. Really, he had been too stunned to stop you, and you kept showing up.

You always seemed to have a reason to be there, too. Blankets because his safehouse looked bare, food so you could cook dinner for the two of you, random knick knacks to bring color to his dull living room.

He wonders if you're doing it to make him feel guilty, to keep him from kicking you out of his space. As if he would ever.

It’s not until you’re telling him he should get his oven fixed so the next time you make brownies they'll cook better, that he realizes exactly what you’re trying to do.

You’re trying to make him better. He sees it now, he’s your pet project, no, your pity project that you think you can save. He doesn’t know how he could have missed it. Why else would you so freely offer your smiles? Your time? Your energy?

“You can’t fix me,” he grits out, crossing his arms as you set the brownies on the counter.

You look surprised, disbelieving even, as you pull off the oven mitts. (The ones he didn’t have before you started coming over) “What,” you question, meeting his gaze like he hasn’t found you out.

“You can’t fix me,” he repeats, harder and just as mean, “I’m not something you need to try and save.”

“I’m not trying to fix you,” you snap, and the tone of your voice makes him lose his confidence.

He opens his mouth, then closes it again. Oh. It sounds like you really mean that. He didn’t expect the hurt and anger to flicker over your face. And he certainly didn’t expect to see your face wobble.

“Is that why you think I’m here, Jason? Because you think I want to save you,” you ask, venom creeping into your voice.

“Well, yeah,” he mumbles, almost ashamed, but he doesn’t drop his gaze from yours, “There’s no other reason you’d keep coming back.”

That seems to break you, and he nearly regrets bringing up the topic at all. “Is that what you’ve thought of me this whole time,” you breathe out, anger fading.

He shakes his head, “No, I mean– I thought you were working for Batman,” he admits, and winces at how devastated you look.

“Then why did you let me come back,” you demand, and he hates the way your voice chokes at the end.

“I don’t know,” he tells you, voice going quiet, “I guess I just got used to it.” It’s a lie.He knows exactly why he keeps opening his door for you. You're a weakness he’s never outgrown, and one he never will.

You step back, eyes darting to the cooling brownies, “I just missed you,” you mumble, clearly self-conscious, “It wasn’t anything more than that.”

“Oh,” he says dumbly. There really isn’t anything else to say. He’s hurt you, thrown accusations with no basis.

He doesn’t know how to make it better, but a part of him doesn’t think he should. If you never came back, then at least you would be away from his sharp edges and his fractured parts.

The silence stretches between you like a chasm, and suddenly he does want to mend whatever he broke. He can’t help it, not when you look like you don’t know if you want to cry or run or curl into yourself and just fall apart.

He doesn’t have a plan, and maybe he should, because all he manages to do is gesture weakly to the brownies you’ve made, “Think they’re ready to eat?”

You eye him strangely, but he thinks he does succeed in fixing something. At least he hopes he did, because you sat on his lumpy couch and ate the brownies out of the pan at his side. So that has to count for something, right?

He finds it in himself to tell you they’re good, which is harder than it should be for a crime lord, and you offer him a small, unsure smile and ask if he wants to watch a movie. Your smile isn’t as bright as it usually is, but he figures he wouldn’t deserve it if it was.

The rest of the night is quiet, and you fall asleep on his couch just before the credits start to roll. He’s grateful for it. (He thinks if you had walked out after the movie, you wouldn’t have come back)

Jason carefully pulls a blanket over your shoulders, one of the ones you brought him, to shield you from the cold. He makes a note to get a better couch, even if he knows it would be better to not encourage you to come back.

After all, he’s only going to find another way to break your heart. Even when it’s the last thing he wants to do.

[halfbloodfics]

Gentle dom! snape headcanons

Hi im procastinating the number of requests in my inboxes so until I get around to them, have another headcanon post to tie you over.

warnings: NSFW, smutty, minors DNI, mentions of kinks

I've written quite a bit of sub!snape fics that now I'm starting to miss dom!snape.

I'd like to preface this by saying that these are obviously just headcanons. Personally, I think severus is likely very sexually reserved, due to both trauma and honestly, isolation. I don't see him as being this overtly sexual person, as everything within him from canon, in books and the movies, shows him as very conservative and reserved. His clothing, his skills in occlumency, his facial expressions... everything about himself is very, reserved and controlled.

So I find that important to preface this by saying, that anything specifically kinky, especially dominant, would take a lot of time and patience coming from sev. I think at first, sex would definitely be more gentle, passionate, loving thing, if not a tad bit submissive.

However after awhile, once he becomes more comfortable, I can see him beginning to get more confident with his sexuality and more sure in the fac that you really want him. I can see his nerves slowly fading away into that kind of repressed longing and desire that he's denied himself for so long. I can also see him enjoying this because his whole life, he was so powerless. I mean, constantly being used as a pawn in a game that was bigger than him, obeying a different master.. I think it would be nice to be the one with the control for once.

Also this is specifically for gentle dom! snape, so there will be another one for hard dom! snape. Anyways enough yappin, here are the headcanons.

~

The first time he doms

I need to write a fic on this tbh, but I imagine it starts off by him relising how much you actually need him

The concept of you, needing him; of someone needing him that way, craving him?? Insane. he craves it. he wants it. he wants to hear it. see it.

I think something would have to happen for him to really realise this, either you admitting that you've masterbated to him... or maybe even him accidentaly catching you in the act.. Picturing/seeing you touching yourself, you wishing it was him, moaning his name, drives him wild

Something switches in him, where as before he might be flustered, embarassed, even ashamed. now he simply stands there.. watching, still... until he moves approaches

Then I imagine he's asking you if you were thinking about him.. and then specifically what you were thinking of...

And then he gives you exactly what you were asking for.. Or tells you to keep going while he watches

Once he's more comfortable... here are my headcanons about

Kissing

When he's in a dom mode, making it just does something to him. I mean in general, any sort of touch does something to him; but french kissing, hearing you moan into the kiss?? Gripping the back of your head?? Your throat?? That man kisses you like he's drowning.

Kinks

Names: I think, as a gentle dom, he wouldn't like to be called any names other than his name. I think the big part for him, is that much needed ego boost that you need HIM

I think he's very big on you saying his name, making you say it again and again, asking you who you belong to, who's making you feel that good, etc

Speed? I think it's usually a steady pace, depending on the day and what you need/want. I don't think he's afraid of going fast or rough, but not slapping, choking, or heavy degrading.

Bondage: I think he would however, be into being on top of you, pinning you down with his body in some way. Restraining you, with himself. Perhaps sometimes, using something to tie you up or tie your hands behind your back, but for the most part I imagine he likes using his hands, holding your wrists behind your back, pinning them above your head, beside your head, pinning your hips down to stop you from squirming, that sorta thang

Praise: especially as gentle dom, he loves to praise you. I don't imagine he's very vocal, but I do imagine he talks you through it. Praising you as you take him, as you orgasm. I don't think as a gentle dom, he would be interested in degrading you

Begging: slight begging, I think he more so wants to take care of you as a gentle dom, make you feel good. I think he'd find it attractive, once again as an ego and control thing, that you're begging for him, but I think he'd give in quite easily as a gentle dom

Idk what this is called but instructing you how to masterbate? Him sitting on the edge of the bed, or standing across the room... Telling you exactly how fast to go, how many fingers to use, how to touch yourself etc.

Positions

Missionary: gentle dom sev LOVES missionary and you can't convince me otherwise. He still gets all the fun parts of being dom, being on top of you, being able to pin you down, but he also gets to see ALL of you.. Your reactions, your body, your eyes

Doggy: I think this is more for hard dom snape tbh, which is a whole other post of its own. But I really, truly think he'd love this one. Pinning your shoulders down, leaning over you, taking you from the back... Or pinning your wrists behind your back while he yk.. Gripping your chin, whispering praise in your ear.. Yeah

Spooning: I also think he's like this one, especially as a gentle dom, cause it's still dominant for him, but you also both get to be comfy and in bed. And he gets to wrap his arms around you, hold you. It's romantic, dominant, gentle, all in one

Oral: As a gentle dom, I can see him liking recieving oral more than him being a switch. I still think he prefers to give, but I imagine that he likes to have you on your knees, his hand in your hair, just gently guiding your movements, praising you the entire time

Misc

Clothing: I think he loves being clothed while you're naked, not only does it make him more comfortable, he also gets to see all of you and it kinda adds to the power vibe. However, seeing you in any type of slightly revealing clothing does something to him. Even if it's just a little tight, or if your shirt is a little low.. He's spent his entire life ruling with an iron fist over his emotions and now somehow its crumbling all because of a damn scoop neck t-shirt. Mans could fight voldemort but not the power of tiddies. Also really loves nightgowns.

Moans: He loves hearing you. any type of sounds at all, even the slightest gasp to you crying out for him. It makes him want to hear more. especially if you're moaning his name. I don't imagine he moans much, more so small grunts and groans

He's a boob guy. For sure. That's it.

Aftercare: He is very, set on aftercare. Always. Especially after he has been dom. Even if he hasn't been rough, he knows aftercare is important. Brings you water, makes sure you drink it. Makes sure you use the washroom after. Holds you, praises you.

And i think thats it, for now, though I'll probably come up with more eventually.

Cheerio

xx

[chrispotatos]

Pay attention- chris sturniolo

Dad!chris

warning: angst (if you squint), fluff.

summary: your son gets hurt when you were off doing something else and chris gets mad at you.

A/n: it gets harder to think of a title everyday

2:30 pm

it was the afternoon and i was on the couch, delicately painting my nails; a shade of pale pink. it was a rare moment of relaxation while also oddly quiet. around this time my son ryder finds somewhere to take a nap so it wasn't too unsettling.

that was up until i hear a thud and a startling cry come from the kitchen. my head snaps up and i drop the nail polish rushing into the kitchen, where i found my son ryder lying on the tiled floor crying.

next to him was a empty cup and i was trying to make sense of what just happend but couldn't.

"oh sweetie, are you ok?" my voice trembled in worry. i knealt down beside him scooping the 4yr old into my arms, his tiny legs straddling my lap and he cried into my shoulder.

"im gonna text daddy okay?" i reassure him, rubbing his back.

i carry him back to the couch where my phone was. i send chris a text explaining everything that happend. and he was now on his way home.

"how'd this happen ryder?" i questioned, rubbing his back to soothe him. it hushed his crys for the most part. but he was still sniffling and hiccuping, trying to calm down from all the pain he endured from the fall.

"i wanted to get you water.." he confessed and that made me feel more guilt then i already did.

"but why baby?"

"i wanted to supwise you" he sniffled lifting his head off my shoulder to look at me. i place a kiss on his forehead nodding my head, understanding the small gesture he tried to perform for me and failed.

I lay him down on the couch and put his head against a small throw pillow that was on the sofa then putting on his favorite movie to make him feel a bit better.

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3:08 pm

the front door opens in a swift movement and slams shut.

"what happend? is he alright?" chris' voice sharp with worry, he made his way over to the couch kneeling infront of where our son was laying, brushing some hair out of his face.

"he slipped trying to get water for me" i explained my eyes pleading for him to understand. "im sorry, i know i should've been watching him closely"

Chris furrowed his eyebrows as he lifted ryder up into his arms, checking him for any marks.

"he could've seriously hurt himself" he muttered in a accusing tone.

my shoulders slump guilt washing over me all over again. I was distracted and caught up doing my own thing so much so that i was unaware of the danger unfolding just a room away.

chris laid the 4yr old back onto the couch letting the boy engross himself back into the movie he was watching.

"what were you doing anyway?" he questioned me, crossing his arms.

"my nails.." i admit unable to meet his gaze. "really" he scoffed.

"do you not care about him enough to just watch him. you can't just 'get distracted'. " his voice starts to raise "cause what would you have done if something worse happened"

"i know it was bad. imagine how i felt having to see him laid out on the ground.. in pain- it fucking killed me" my voice cracked, and my breath hitched in my throat, that's when tears started falling from my eyes. chris just narrow his eyes at me, shaking his head in disbelief.

i get off the couch and walk to our shared room, ashamed of myself and what happend to ryder made me feel like a terrible mother.

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5:56 pm

i was laying in bed, watching tv still feeling anxious about the small argument me and chris shared earlier. my sadness and worry subsided to exhaustion.

i hear a small knock on the door, my eyes go follow where the noise came from and are met with chris' figure standing in the door frame.

he enters the room "can i talk to you?" he asked softly, approching the bed and sitting.

to that i sit up from my laying position and prop myself up against the pillows.

"i wanted to apologize for yelling at you" he started off. sighing, looking to my face searching for any emotions that might show how i was feeling.

"and i know you love him just as much as me. but in that moment i was scared and i was just mad at you and I'm sorry for that." he added

i took a deep understanding to his words and where he was coming from. to be fair i would have reacted the same way

"I'm sorry too, i should've been watching him." i mumbled.

"it's okay" chris reaches his arms out and wraps them around me. I lean into him, feeling the warmth and comfort of his embrace.

"you're a great mom y/n dont let this one incidentmake you think otherwise. and I'm sure ryder agrees" he rubs my back soothingly as steady reassurance, giving me a kiss on my head. we stay like this for a while, wrapped in eachothers arms finding solace in the simple act of being together.

"i ordered pizza. you want some?" the random question made a giggle fall from my lips. "I would love some pizza"

I pull away from the hug and place a kiss on his lips the action being reciprocated, and now we were off to the kitchen.

[wolfbitkki]

I loved your Soobin fic 🤭 and I loved it so so much, and I thought I'd request smtn, idk about you but when I see Beomgyu I always think of him as a bratty bottom, so here's what I'm thinking:

・FemDom reader (Like femfem.. No one can tell she's the top.. I don't see enough of those type of doms iykwim)

The scenario would be that reader and Beomgyu are roommates, reader is more on the introverted side so she doesn't go out much unlike Beomgyu does, which makes him think “She's probably haven't sex before” so he'd tease her until one day reader is over it and puts him in his place!

For kinks I'd want to see some overstimulation, slight degradation (or praising degrades), pet names, maybe a mommy kink?, & toys (vibrators)

That's all from me for now 🤭

Hello babe, good? Thanks for the request! I’m sorry for taking so long to post, but today I finally had a day off, and I hope the little longer writing make up for my delay. You guys are going feral over bratty Beomgyu and I’m loving every moment of it so far JSHKSHKS, for sure I’ll try to engage a little of every kink you put here, and here we stand up for FemFemdoms!

Im sorry for any mistake, I’m writing it totally stressed out AND a little drunk

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Bratty!Beomgyu x FemDom!Reader

overstimulation, degradation, pet names, mommy kink, toys (bullet and wand vibrator), a single face slap, hairpulling, no piv sex

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“Sleepless” (aka my fav Dutch Melrose song)

Tired of him nagging your ears off for four hours straight, you put your headphones on, a chill Spotify playlist giving some peace for your overused hearing sense.

At least for fifteen minutes, before your roommate get bored and took them off of you.

Taking one heavy breath with closed eyes, you finally open them again, not fully ready for Beomgyu’s shit talking again.

“…But are you really still virgin?” Asked after straight four minutes of a monologue of “how people over 20 shouldn’t be virgins anymore”.

For fucks sake.

No, you’re not virgin, but what’s the problem if you were? You could be religious, or that could be just your choice. Why is he so bothered by the thought of you having or not sex?

“Not of your business, Choi, now let me sleep”.

“I can’t! I’m now sure that you’re a freaking virgin and you’re just ashamed to admit. How can you sleep knowing that you’re over 20 and still virgin?”

His logic just doesn’t make sense enough for you, so you just fix the hem of your purple dress with a huff. You put him after your bath since your pajamas are on the dryer.

“I know you’re tired, but listen: you never, never, hang out alone or with someone, you’re always occupied ever since I know you, so you can’t possibly had sex before. So, you’re virgin!”

“Yeah yeah, you figured out the biggest secret of my life, now let’s sleep, Beomgyu” your tired voice gave some chills to the boy’s spine, observing you undo the Dutch braid of your hair, your almost everyday hair style. You thought that just agree with him would save you a little mental sanity.

Oh girl, how wrong.

“Ha! You virgin!” he scoffed “Are you waiting for your prince?”

“Guess you want to be this prince, since you’re making it such a big deal” you answered, rolling your eyes.

“Maybe, it would be lovely to make such a damsel cry for my cock” even not looking at him, you could hear the smirk in his voice.

That was the last straw you needed.

Standing up in a hurry, you gave no time for him to make another joke before you slapped him across the face.

He looked at you, too shocked to speak, hand in his red cheek.

Your stinging hand runs to his hair, taking in a fistful of his overgrown locks.

“Listen to me, very very carefully, Beomgyu. Now, you’ll shut your dirty mouth and do exactly what I want, am I clear?”

At first, he was too shocked with the attitude to speak, so, as little reminder of his new position, you tighten the grip in his hair.

“Yes, ma’am!”

Surprised by his sudden politeness into calling you “ma’am”, you hum at his response. You forcefully make him lay on your own bed, leaving him there to make sure the door is locked.

He wanted to ask if you’re that desperate for losing your virginity as a tease, but he already knows better and kept his mouth shut for the first time.

“You’re unsufferable, Choi, I’m worn-out of it. You need to learn your place for now on, so, that’s how its going to work: first, I’m not going to have sex with you, bad dogs like you don’t deserve it, but you feel a little of what I could do with you if I really wanted to. If something gets too much, just say “red”, then I’ll stop, and if you’re feeling good to continue, say “green”. If you don’t say “red”, I’ll stop whenever I feel like it. Ill not tie you up for now, but if you fucking think about touching me, you’ll regret it.”

Dazed, Beomgyu just nods eagerly. Who’s desperate now?

“You’re just a dumb, desperate whore, Beomgyu, ill make it clear for you since you’re too stupid to realize it by yourself.”

He hated the way his cock throbbed in his pants.

“Sit properly” you demand, “and take off your clothes”.

A little troubled, he does what you want, wondering what you going to do.

While he takes his clothes off in no hurry, you went to your wardrobe and take some things from the last drawer. Beomgyu was shocked seeing the wand and the bullet vibrators in your hand.

“You…”

“It’s clean, don’t you worry about it.”

“I would ask if you… When you use it?” for the first time ever, you saw him blushing at his own question.

“You’re always not home, sometimes I need to relax” you answer as if it was nothing. He didn’t answer.

“Why ae you so quiet now, uh?” you tease “Not so cheeky anymore, Gyu?”

The simple nickname made shivers run down his spine. Good.

Is something hard to explain, the sensation of knowing that you’re the one in charge now, also acknowledging that the whole time, you’ll be fully clothed, while he’s all exposed to you. Is something powerful, this kind of dominance.

“Are you okay? Use your words, Beomgyu” is always good to check up on the subbing one, know if they’re mentally prepared to continue the scene, you know it well.

“Yes, ma’am”.

“You know why I am doing it?’’ you asked, walking towards his naked self, sat in the middle of the bed”

Beomgyu didn’t answered, looking away, making you chuckle.

“Soon you’ll know.”

You pretty dress moves with your body while you sit in bed next to him, exposing your tights a little more, drawing his attention towards them.

“Enjoying the view?”

“Very much, actually.”

Here’s the cheeky tone again.

“Lay on your back. I want you to lay your head on top of your hands, arms up.”

This time, he takes a little more time to react to your words, but you let him take his time without pushing too much further, knowing that everything of it is new to him.

He finally obeys, laying on the bed just the way you wanted, looking at the ceiling.

“Not so brave anymore, bitch?”

He huffs, you ignore.

Looking down, you could see his half hard member.

“Is my dumb whore enjoying it? Enjoying being called this dirty things, uh?”

Your fingertips run along his thigh softly and you observe him chilling and his cock twitching. He closed his eyes with a deep breath. You take advantage of it and take the wand vibrator in your hand, turning it on in the lowest setting at the base of his dick.

He let out a strangled, surprised moan, his hands already flying towards you arm for support, but he remembered your threat, putting his hands back to place.

The game was just starting.

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“Mo-mommy, please!”

His fucked-out expression made you hum, holding one of his trembling thighs in a heavy grip, your nails digging a little in his skin while the bullet made his way to his tip after his first orgasm.

“Mommy? What is it now, uh?” you chuckle “Didn’t new you like it, Beomgyu… But mommy will make you feel good again and again, wasn’t it what you wanted? Mommy’s attention, slut?”

That was when his sobbing started, already feeling overstimulated from just one orgasm. With your iron grip – that he was surprised that you even had the strength to hold him in place – didn’t let him close his leg, making the sensations stronger. He never stimulated himself after the orgasm, and the feeling hit him hard.

“Color, Beomgyu?”

He hated to admit, but the agonizing sensation was making he feel good in some way, and know that the moment he wasn’t feeling well you will stop, made it even more pleasurable for him.

“Green! Green, mommy, ma-make me cum, pleasepleaseple-ah! Please!” You chuckle at his hurry, caressing his thigh.

“Y’know, I shouldn’t let you, you were so, so bad earlier, pup… maybe I don’t let you cum again at all and just stop here…” Being unfair, you turned on again the wand vibrator in a little higher setting at the base of his dick, not taking off the bullet in his tip, making him squirm, moaning louder that you imagine that he would.

“M'sorry! Sorry, mommy, m’sorry!”

“Are you? Are you really sorry, or you’re just a desperate whore to cum?”

“M’really sorry, I-I swear, m’mmy!”

You could tell that he was using all his self-control to not cum without your permission, and fighting the urge to move his hands from their place he so obediently let them.

“Then you can cum, Choi.” You almost don’t finish your words when he came with a scream, barely nothing coming out, his body having strong goosebumps and spasms.

But you just took away the bullet.

He cried, and you straddled his thighs, not letting him move.

“Just one more and we’re done, can you do it for mommy, puppy?”

You observe the fat tears running down his pink cheeks, smiling to yourself, he was so pretty fucked out like this.

“What’s your color, Gyu? Speak to mommy”.

Taking away the vibrator to let him talk, he takes some deep breaths.

“I… I-I think I can, mommy… Green.”

“That’s a good boy! Let me know if gets too much”.

You put the vibrator almost in the highest setting, again finding its way to his dick.

He sobs and bucks his hips hardly but couldn’t do much since you’re pretty comfortable siting in his thighs. He could feel your soaked cunt through your panties in one of his thighs but couldn’t do anything about it with his hands below his head, trying to obey you. He tried to focus on your pretty hair contouring your face and the strap of your dress slipping off your shoulder, an image that he will never forget.

“I’ll ask again; why am I doing it, Beomgyu?”

“I-I was- humph! I was bad to you, mo-mommy!”

“Right! You were very bad and nosy, Gyu, but is okay, mommy will teach you how to behave properly. What do we say when someone does something good for us, Beomgyu?”

The buzz of the vibrator was inebriating both your senses.

“Thanks, thanks for making me le-learn, mommy, thank you, I’m sorry!”

“What a good boy, already learning! You can come when you’re ready, baby, so good for mommy…”

Not a moment after, Beomgyu came, nothing coming out his slit, just spasming uncontrollably below you, tears streaming nonstop from his closed eyes, sobs and hiccups coming out his beautiful shaped mouth. You turn off the tool immediately and get off his thighs, shushing him.

“There there, baby, you did so good for me, so good for your mommy, I’m proud of you, bae.”

You run your fingers in his damp hair, comforting him after what he would say later as the strongest orgasms he had ever had.

“M’sorry, mommy…”

He says after a while with you calming him down.

“I know baby, is okay, mommy is not mad anymore, you did so well for me.”

You smiled and kissed his forehead.

“Can I eat you out?”

He sounds so sudden and innocently shameless, that you had to laugh.

“Not today, baby, I’m good.”

“But, mommy, please-“ he was ready to whine about it, but you cut him off.

“No, Beomgyu. Want mommy to scold you again?” he pouted and shook his head “So, listen to me. I’m tired, and I can bet you’re exhausted. Maybe another time. Just a minute, babe” you rolled your eyes playfully when he whined again when you get out of the bed to take some wipes to clean him.

You clean his chest, lower belly and, of course, his cock. He hisses, but you were fast, so he didn’t complain a lot.

“I’ll get you some water, okay?”

He nods with a small smile while you walk away, looking you up and down. He loves this dress.

When you came back, he was already fast asleep in your bed with his mouth slightly open, drained out of energy. You chuckle to yourself. Maybe he never learns, but its alright, you’ll always remind him his place.

[poisonedprose]

hii i saw that thing about you guys being ashamed about thinking of leon using a knife on you and then you said “i am even more ashamed to admit how many times ive almost written this”

please you literally need to write something like oh my god the way you write stuff is amazing and im sure that if you did write something like that it would be so good and sheet grabbing even if it’s something short 𖦹☆

₊˚✧ slice — in which leon fucks you with his knife after work

leon kennedy x afab!reader

warnings: 1k words, smut, @spideychai i know you dont read much smut but it only felt right to tag you, inspired by this post, pet names (princess, love, good girl, slut), curse words, pwp, kinda ooc, bit of sadism, bit of dacryphilia, bondage, leons a tiny but drunk, (bloody) knife obvi, mentions of killing, sir kink

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Leon had a habit of taking his pent up anger and stress out on you. He would fuck you dumb with his fingers until you were sobbing and begging for his cock to fill you up. He loved the way you bucked your hips with your wrists tied to the bedpost, just aching to feel his hard cock throb against the walls of your dripping cunt. He loved when your mind went all hazy when he shoved his whole length in your cunt without warning, chuckling sadistically at the way you almost came the second you felt his thick cock.

This time was different though. He came home from work angrier than you've ever seen him. He didn't even greet you as he walked past you, just heading straight to the fridge and pulling out an ice cold beer. He practically chugged the bottle, leaving the empty, save for a few drops, bottle on the counter before finally acknowledging you. "Bedroom. Now." He ordered and you'd be an idiot not to comply. 

He grabbed another beer before following you into the bedroom, watching your ass as you walked. You sat on the bed without having to be told, he sipped on his beer as he thought about what he wanted to do to you. The smirk on your face told you, you wouldn’t be getting off easy tonight. He stood in front of you as you sat on the bed. 

He looked down on you, his gaze was almost condescending but, fuck, his lustful eyes were too gorgeous to ignore. His gloved hand caressed your cheek, sliding down your face to hold your chin, his bottle of beer still in his other hand. He takes a sip, his gaze immediately falls back on you after he does. "You know the drill." He instructs in a raspy voice, lust mixed with alcohol was always a sexy combination for him, especially when he didn't change out of his work uniform or remove any of his gear.

You began to undress per his orders. Your clothes fall into a nice pile on the floor. You lay back on the bed, goosebumps forming on your bare skin and your nipples hardening. He gets on the bed as well, putting his beer on the nightstand. He sat on his knees as he hovered above you, one of his knees between your legs, dangerously close to your cunt. He brushes some of your hair out of your face as he lightly drags his fingers over your clit.

His fingers were slow as they caress your puffy clit. Quiet moans left your sultry lips. You waited for the moment he plunged his thick digits into your glistening hole but he never did. There was a devilish smirk on Leon's face, he was plotting something. He pulls his fingers away from your clit, dragging them up your body, leaving a trail of your slick up your body. His fingers land at your mouth, silently, he instructs you to suck. His knee replaces his fingers, pushing up into you to keep you wet for him.

You swirl your tongue around his fingers wishing it was his cock. He smiles at your obedience, pulling his fingers out of your mouth and giving you a praiseful kiss on your cheek. He was eerily quiet but the mystery was what excited you the most. He reaches to his chest, grabbing his knife out of its holster. The blade of the knife was covered in blood. Something about seeing Leon holding his knife that was probably used to kill countless enemies, even still being covered in blood, excited you and terrified you at the same time.

He wipes the blade on his dark blue shirt, the staining not very noticeable. "Open your legs, princess." His voice was softer than it was before, basically telling you there was still time to back out. You opened your legs wider with no hesitation, enjoying the switch up of the normal routine. He leans over and spits on your cunt, rubbing the liquid all over your pussy for more lubrication. 

You gasp when you feel the cold handle of his knife run between your folds. You grip the sheets between your fingers as he teases your entrance. Your hips buck and he's quick to hold your hips down with his other hand. "Leon..." You whine breathlessly to which his smirk widens. "Yes, my love? Is something wrong?" He asks cockily as he continues to tease you.

You whine again, knowing he was deliberately fucking with you but the new, foreign feeling felt too good to risk, so you just stayed quiet. "Yeah, gonna be quiet like a good girl?" He leans over and whispers in your ear, followed by kissing your neck. You nod, keeping quiet beside your moans as he finally stops teasing you and slides the handle of the knife into your soaked cunt. 

He leans back and watches your face contort in pleasure and your back arch as you shove your head into the pillow beneath you. "Oh, fuck," He chuckles lowly, his laugh full of breath. "Look at you." He praises, watching with an amused smile. "This feel good, slut? Hm?" You nod incoherently as you push yourself deeper into his knife. "Yeah, bet it does." His free hand rubs over your abdomen before his thumb starts rubbing fast circles on your clit. 

"Bet my cock would feel even better? Wouldn't it, love?" He smirks and for a split second, you actually believe he might not tease you all night as you approach your orgasm. "Yes, yes, yes!" You moan like a pornstar, embarrassingly close to your release. "That's too bad." He chuckles quietly as he stops all pleasure, removing his thumb from your clit and pulling the knife away from you. 

You whine, disappointed that he was denying your orgasm. "Be a good girl and I'll go easy on you." He promises in a sinful tone as he drags the blade of the knife across your boobs. "Got it?" He asks, still fiddling with the knife that’s being dragged all over your body. "G-Got it, sir."

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[babybird-keigo]

Crazily insane take but I find it kinda ironic how majority of Endeavor haters are hateful towards him for turning Touya into a villain but ignore the fact that Rei also didn’t do anything to prevent it 🤨 like neither of them were perfect parents and yes Endeavor was worse im not saying he wasn’t but I do wanna acknowledge that he did try to stop Touya from continuously destroying his body (in the most terrible way possible) meaning he did in fact care and so did Rei (obviously. She tried and got frightened).

What I want y’all to acknowledge is that neither of the Todoroki parents are perfect angels.

So many people will tell ya people can change until the person tryna change is Enji Todoroki Who has stated he doesn’t even want forgiveness and has apologised and actually shown change unlike majority of realistic people.

I don’t want to feel ashamed that I like Enji because at first I didn’t I absolutely despised this man 💀 he annoyed me and pissed me off but he changed and got better much like Bakugou who majority of y’all forgave without a second glance even though he literally told someone to kill themselves 😬 (I am also a Bakugou fan but I can admit he was a piece of shit at the beginning just like Enji) and another thing he has in common with Enji is a redemption arc and an apology to his victim(s)

I also wanna take into the account that it is most likely everything Enji has shown to do with Rei and the kids he saw/learned from his father and it is known for children who have grown around abuse to seek that type of abuse in relationships whether they’re the ones to search for an abuser or be the abuser. It is also known that

Now before any of y’all determined haters try and attack me I am NOT excusing Enji’s actions what I AM saying is that 1. He doesn’t deserve all the blame for Touya’s actions and 2. Doesn’t deserve to be treated as the devil’s reincarnation he’s a human being and he’s changing.

Also please don’t not try to change my mind about Enji by replying with some ridiculous conspiracy theory I see some of y’all doing in tik tok comments

[buzzyb33]

please please please i need some james marriott smut im starving f reader pls

Of course! James is literally my favourite of all time I’m so obsessed with him! Sorry I do try to stick to my routine though so sorry!

Prompt: you and James have been dating for around four months, you two perfect, you sweet and soft, him kind and loving. As you and James have an especially heated session you admit to him your a virgin and he promises to take care of you. 🤭

Warnings: SMUT!!!!, virgin!reader, details of sex, swearing, condom sex I guess, oral sex, pet names, praise,

James had his hand on my cheek as he kissed me, his body towering down as I was almost on my tiptoes, arms around his neck and eyes closed.

He pushed me lightly against the wall as the kiss became more lasting.

“James, James.” I say gently as he pulls away and he smiles at me warily.

We was in his room, my back against his wall.

“Yeah? Are you okay?” He responds gently.

“Yeah- yeah, I just- I want to ge something off my mental.” I breath out, still catching my breath.

He looked at me with his rosey cheeks, disheveled hair and hazel eyes.

“Course..” he murmurs as his lips go gently to my neck.

I smile as he crouches down to do so- my heart racing.

“Baby- I know you’re a pro but please be gentle- cause I’ve never done this before..” I say nervously and he pulls back to look at me.

“You’ve never had sex?”

I look down almost ashamed as heat rushes to my cheeks, shaking my head in response.

He picks my head up with his thumb in my chin and smiles.

“It’s okay- I’ll- take care of you, are you sure you want to?” He questions gently.

“I’m sure.”

He nods and pulls me onto his bed, placing me on his lap, facing him.

He gets back to work on my lips, his hands sliding up and down my waist.

I let my eyes close and my lips move with his.

“N/n- are you sure?” He asks again, his face a tone of seriousness.

“James, I’m sure.” I smile and place my hand gently on his chest.

He nods and pulls my shirt over my head.

I breath out into his mouth as he works on his own button up shirt.

He discards it to the floor and placed his calloused hand the the back of my head, tangling it with my long hair.

He pulls his mouth away and smiles at me.

I smile back with a flushed face, now chest to chest, his left hand still firmly on my waist.

He looks into my eyes and pushes my head to his, he closes his eyes as our lips touch again, just with less passion and more love.

I smile into the kiss and let my hands work on his belt, as I finish with that he flips us over so I’m underneath him.

He pulls down his jeans- his forearms either side of my head.

My pale face is a beyond colour of red, I can actually feel it in the tips of my ears.

I exhale as he kisses his way down to my thighs, gently undoing the button of my cargos and shimmying them down my thighs until my white cotton panties are on show to him.

He looks up into my eyes for consent and I nod, throwing my head back on his pillows as he removes my panties which where already damp form slick.

He groans lightly before burying his face between my thighs, the feeling phenomenal.

I instantly arch my back into his tongue as he does laps on my pussy, his nose nudging my clit.

I let out whines, my mind at bliss and more than happy that James was going to be my first time

I reach down and tug at his hair, causing his to groan into my pussy, the vibrations almost enough to send me over the edge.

“James..” I whine out, feeling myself getting closer.

His beard rubs against my thighs, sure to leave scratches.

He keeps going until my grip on his hair is deathly and my back is fully off the mattress, my whines now more high pitched and my breath more ragged.

Just as I feel myself almost tip to the edge, he pulls away, looking into my eyes as his juices lay glistening on his beard.

“Good girl..” he says as he wipes his mouth, leaning up and kissing me, I taste myself on his lips which makes me open my eyes to see him starting right back at me.

My chest tightened at that and I smiled into the kiss.

I can see how hard he is through his boxers, a spot of pre-cum soaking into the fabric.

As he goes back to his first position with his forearms on either side of my head I sit up slightly and he meets my eyes, I lean down to remove his boxers his cock springing free.

He can clearly see my eyes widen- he’s big, and he knows he is.

He breathe as he reaches into his nightstand drawer pulling out a condom, he lets his eyes lock with mine as he rips it with his teeth, rolling it down his length.

I maintain the eye contact with my heart racing as his top teases my entrance, he pushes in and I bite my lip back.

I exhale and wrap my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist, adjusting to his size I bite the inside of my cheek.

“You’re doing so good darling..” he murmurs as he starts to slowly thrust in and out of me, my breaths becoming more shallow and whiny.

“James..” I whine again and he keeps his slow pace, gripping the sheets as I grip the back of his neck.

“Fucking hell, n/n you feel- great..” he grunts out before I match my heavy breathing with his low groans and grunts.

He speeds up his pace and brings both of his hands to my waist, resting his forehead on my shoulder, his hips moving I a rhythm as my ankles lock at his tailbone.

I let out whimpers of pain and pleasure- a mix due to his size.

“James this is a lot-“ I mumble gently, my stomach twisting in a bit so familiar knot of pleasure.

“I know darling, you’re doing so good, I promise I’d take c- care of you and I am aren’t I?” He cuts himself off a couple times through his sentence to let out groans.

I nod my head desperately, now used the feeling it’s like pure bliss, the knot getting tighter and tighter in my stomach.

“James..” I say his name again.

“I think I’m-“ he cuts me off with a quick nod.

“Yeah- together, we can.. try hold out just a bit more..”

His pace fastens again and I grip onto him, my moans coming out louder.

“You can let go- fuck- darling it’s okay” he says as I oblige, cumming onto him as he spills into the condom, his grunts low.

He lets his head hang as he rolls off of me, pulling out and taking his condom off, tying it and putting it in the bin he rolls to his side to face me.

“You did- great n/n- I swear..” he murmurs as I bring myself to his chest.

“Do you want me to run you a bath?” He asks softly as he holds me, his boxers back up and same for my panties.

“No thank you- I’m uh, glad you was my first time.” I say the last part in a quieter tone, just enough for him to hear.

“I’m glad you trust me enough.” He kisses my forehead and let’s me hold him, nuzzling myself into his chest.

“We can have a nap then order food when we wake up, yeah?” I nod and he hums lightly.

We fall asleep tight in each others embrace.

A/n

Had me giggling and everything 🤭🤭

Three days and there should be another tobi!!

Requests are open!

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[geekforhorror]

HELLO!! sorry that im literally a fiend for sub!anakin its a problem i fear but idk maybe like femdom!reader teasing ani with a vibrator and then ruining his orgasm ☺️ idk guys maybe 🤸‍♂️

GIRL I FEEL U AND THANK U SM FOR THE REQ

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pairing: rots!anakin x fem!reader

warning(s): SMUT (DNI IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), dom!fem!reader, sub!anakin, jealous reader, anakin being bratty as fuck, use of a vibrator, edging, degradation, orgasm denial.

word count: 1.1k

How did Anakin Skywalker, the chosen one, end up being a complete mess while you were mercilessly teasing him? It was quite simple actually. It all happened because he was simply a needy little thing today. He had been trying to get your attention countless times throughout the day with no avail at first. Quite frankly, you thought it was kinda cute but in a pathetic way. That was before you saw him laughing with Padme. You felt the rage fill your body at that very moment and knew you had to do something about his bratty behavior.

See, you made him think he had gotten away with it when he showed up to your quarters. You pretended you knew nothing about it until you were ready to let him know otherwise. While the two of you were eating dinner, you decided to break the ice.

“So how’s Padme?” you ask him knowingly.

“Why do you ask?” he responds, not knowing why the hell you just brought up Padme.

“Well I saw the two of you having an awfully great time together today,” you say to him, letting him know just how upset you were.

“It was nothing, I promise you,” he said reassuringly.

“See Ani, I’m gonna have to disagree with you on that,” you say adamantly.

“Baby, I pro-“ he says before you cut him off mid sentence.

“I think you wanted me to see that, Ani, considering how needy and bratty you’ve been around me all day,” you say coldly.

“I swear I’m telling the truth,” he said, knowing he was actually trying to get a rise out of you with that stunt.

“You want me, Ani? Is that what you’ve been wanting all day? For me to pleasure you like the whore you are?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

At first he’s too ashamed to give you an answer, but he knew he had to tell you the truth. “Y-Yes,” he pathetically replied.

“Bedroom. Now,” you ordered of him. He walks behind you to the bedroom and you open the door without wasting any time. Once Anakin finally enters the dark room, you push him onto the bed. You are now straddling him with your legs on both sides of his waist, causing contact through the fabric of his pants. Suddenly, you feel him grow hard under you which you couldn’t help but smirk at. So pathetic.

“Look at my pretty boy all worked up over nothing,” you coo, taking in the sight of Ani’s lust-filled eyes, practically telling you to take him out of his misery. However, you had a plan that would make him plead all night long.

“Please I need you…” Anakin says to you.

“Be more specific, baby,” you urge of him.

“Touch me… Please,” he begs of you.

“You mean like this?” you say before teasingly rubbing his erection through the rough fabric of his pants. The contact causes him to let out a breathy moan while also bucking his hips in an attempt to gain more friction. You shake your head at this action of his before pulling your hand away from his erection just as fast as you placed it there.

“Oh, you didn’t really think I was going to touch you like that after how much of a whore you were today, did you? You see, dirty little sluts don’t get a reward like that,” you tut.

“I’m sorry, baby… just wanted you to notice me,” he admits shamefully before earning a playful scoff from you.

“All you had to do was ask me,” you say to Anakin. “Now you get punished,” you continue before getting off his lap, now making your way over to your nightstand. You open the drawer before pulling out a vibrator while shaking it towards him. He realized what you were going to do and it wasn’t going to be pretty.

“You see, you’re going to get touched… just not by me, pretty boy,” you say. Before saying another word, you pull his pants and boxers down to his ankles before you make him step out of them. You took in the sight of his hard cock, which made you more cocky than you’d like to admit, but there was no time for that right now.

You turn on the toy in your hand before stripping him of his tunics, leaving him entirely bare in front of you. Maker, this was going to be fun.

You slowly bring the vibrator toward his cock and apply it on his aching shaft. He lets out a breathy gasp at the sudden pleasure and throws his head back. “So pathetic,” you retort before continuing your tormenting.

“Feels so good..” Anakin lets out.

“You like this don’t you?” you ask your hot mess of a boyfriend.

“Y-Yes,” he says in the most sexy whiny voice you’ve ever heard him speak in.

“How about this?” you say, working the vibrator further up his swollen cock, applying more pressure on his sensitive areas.

“Mmph,” he grunts in ecstasy. The noises he was making for you did nothing but turn you on more than you’d like to admit. You knew it was going to be the death of you when you felt the arousal practically dripping down your thighs. However, you had to focus on punishing him.

“Maker, Ani… You’re such a pretty little thing for me and me only. Remember that,” you say seductively before pressing down on his warm cock.

The pulsing sensation in his dick had been agonizing for him and he felt like he was seeing stars. Plus, your words weren’t helping either. Somehow, it made him even more desperate for you. He knew he couldn’t hold on much longer and you knew too just by the way his cock twitched beneath the toy.

“ ‘S close, baby… Please let me cum,” he moans.

“You wanna cum, my sweet boy?” you ask rhetorically.

“More than anything… Please,” he says raggedly.

You were conflicted. He had been such a good boy for you while taking his punishment, but did he really deserve to cum after the stunt he pulled today? I mean, what kind of girlfriend would you be if you didn’t reinforce the consequences of his slutty actions?

You decide to pull the toy away from his cock, which earns a big frown from Anakin.

“Why’d you do that?” he whines.

“It’s just a reminder to never do something like that again otherwise next time I will edge you all night if you do something like you did today,” you say before walking out of the room, leaving him naked and in shock.

[lynnlovesspidahman]

this is me trying.

peter parker x reader

part 2. || part 1.

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warnings : angst, mentions of violence, swearing, lots of self-doubt (peter im sorry)

word count : 2.7k

summary : There’s always two sides to a story. An apology is put into place.

Peter felt like he was living three different lives at once.

Each taking so, so much energy every single day.

His job, an assistant for Dr. Octavius at Octavius Industries. He felt guilty for arriving late every day, and still somehow having a job.

Peter was smarter than Doc, they both knew that. So that meant he would be called to office very, very often.

Usually because of some mistake Doc had made while working on the new prototypes of prosthetic limbs.

But the pressure it brought could get to be too much sometimes. One small mistake could cost millions of lives — or dollars — if not noticed early enough.

But he knew it would help the world someday, in so many ways. The exhaustion was totally worth it.

Spider-Man. Peter had loved and genuinely enjoyed playing his alter-ego.

Constantly, day and night, he was out. Out saving people everywhere. Sure, his work wasn’t appreciated by everyone but it was 100% worth it — to him.

But Spider-Man came with considerable costs. His everlasting lack of sleep. Peter can’t remember the last time he really got his 8 hours. The bags under his eyes made that apparent enough.

The physicality of the job, how many times had he stopped a car with his bare hands? He lost count years ago.

The bruises, cuts, broken limbs, brought immense pain, even to Spider-Man. Sure, he can heal faster — a nights rest, a heating pad, and your some soup is more than enough — But that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

And the emotional weight it brought.

The crimes haven’t slowed, if anything they’ve gotten much more prominent all around the city.

The overwhelming amount of times he has to swing across New York to fight off large groups of thugs has become too much.

And honestly, he’s so sick of it.

And so, Peter stopped pulling his punches as much.

The guilt didn’t come until later.

He climbed through your apartment’s window after a long, long night of patrol.

You were sitting there — unaware of his presence— watching TV, all cuddled up on the corner of the couch with your mini Spidey plush.

“Hey, beautiful.” He called out to you.

“Holy shit-” You jumped and turned around to look at him. “You can’t just pop out of nowhere like that, you scared the hell out of me.”

You got up and walked towards him, “Was patrol okay?”

“Uh, yeah it was alright, kicked my ass tonight though. I’m worn out,” He stretched his arms above his head.

“Hm. Why?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Uhm, I mean I fought bad guys all night?” He scoffed, a stupid question, he thought.

“Or was it because you practically killed someone tonight?” You bluntly said.

You had taken a step away from him, like he was a danger to you too.

“They were a criminal!” He shrugged.

“Why does that matter? You can’t just completely take someone’s life away. That’s not who you are. Before you say you didn’t, you came real close to.” You stood your position.

It felt like you shot him straight in the heart.

He should’ve listened to you. But instead, he took a shot right back at you, a shot to kill.

“Again, they’re criminals. I’m sorry I had to calm things down somehow. I’m sorry I needed to do something to catch a break for once in my damn life. And you’re not exactly helping that.” He looked away from you. He felt ashamed.

You were right, he knew that, even then. But his pride couldn’t let him admit it.

“What is wrong with you? You love Spider-Man. And you always talk about how killing sickens you. You’ve changed, Peter.” You spat back at him.

He should’ve just ended it there, stopped the excessive violence, stopped the fight. Maybe then he wouldn’t have been in your kitchen on that faithful Tuesday.

It had been two days since that argument.

His almost perfect rep was officially ruined (Jameson had a field trip that day, too). The stress was at an all-time high.

He almost couldn’t handle it. He didn’t want to anymore.

He was still so angry at you for being right. Because you always were.

You were the one who kept him balanced, who took care of him no matter the time of day or night.

He hadn’t been back to your apartment since the fight, either.

But he would return to it after a tough night the day after. And the next.

And you forgave him, so fast (He took you to see the Barbie movie, paid for every snack and drink you could’ve wanted. It was indisputable on your end). The guilt from what Peter’s put you through has just stacked on and on.

Now he really couldn’t handle it anymore. 

And so, there he was. Sat atop a random rooftop rethinking everything.

He debated his life. His three lives, more like. Which parts were worth it, and which weren’t. (It was really fucked up, who measures parts of their life in worth and just decides which to throw away?)

He couldn’t lose his job, how would he make money?

He couldn’t stop being Spider-Man, he knew that.

And there was you. The biggest and undoubtedly the most important part.

But you were also easy to throw away, he thought.

So much stress and time would be lifted off of his shoulders.

(Little did he know, it would be the complete opposite. His injuries didn’t heal all the way like they did when you took care of him. Every time he was hurt, it would linger for days at a time. He missed how much you’d worried for him. He really took you for granted.)

And so, he decided in the next couple of weeks, he would break it off.

And he did. On the Tuesday the following week.

He looks back on it — to this day — and realized everything he had said to you that evening, wasn’t directed at you. It was directed at himself.

Of course he enjoyed loving you. He didn’t enjoy being himself was what.

He needed to be his best for you because he couldn’t be with anything else. He failed at being the friendly and reliable Spider-man. Him and Doc didn’t get the grant they’d been needing for so long.

And when he did try to improve when you called him out that night, it just wasn’t enough.

He didn’t deserve you.

He took everything out on you, he didn’t mean a word he said. But you didn’t know that.

Peter never had an outlet to take anything out. He couldn’t leave you with every burden of his life, Doc and him weren’t that close, and May couldn’t know he was Spider-Man.

He snapped that Tuesday.

And there’s nothing more that he regrets in his entire life.

But he couldn’t burden you anymore. He wouldn’t.

He did nothing but keep you up late at night, hurt your feelings, and make you do everything for him.

Peter loved you. And he couldn’t let himself torture you like this.

So he forced himself to let you go. You would move on, anyways. He couldn’t.

He listened to every single one of the voicemails you sent.

Every. Single. One. He’s never heard you sound so down (Because of him, nonetheless).

It took so much out of him to not respond. More than what he had to give.

And after five weeks, he finally caved.

He texted you.

9:52 PM

Hey, beautiful.

You wouldn’t forgive him quick this time, he knew that. This time wasn’t just some fight. He tore your heart apart.

But he would work for your forgiveness, he swore to himself, God as his witness.

You read the message immediately. He knew you had gotten off of work, so it wasn’t completely abnormal.

But you didn’t respond. He checked his phone all night and the next morning (He was desperate for something, even if it was an angry text. He hated nothing more than you ignoring him).

So he texted you again. He just went straight for it this time, no holding back anymore.

1:16 PM

Can we meet up?? I think we can agree there’s still some loose ends we need to revisit, together.

Read 1:18 PM

He was patient this time. He tried stepping in your shoes, and it broke his heart. He couldn’t imagine you snapping on him like he had.

He couldn’t live if you were angry at him like he was at you. And if you weren’t going to respond again he was debating on just showing up to your apartment. Can’t ignore him that way.

2:12 PM

Y/N 💞 : “Loose ends” is a funny term. You mean when you randomly showed up to my apartment and broke up with me for the stupidest reason?

He cringed. This was a dumb decision.

2:12 PM

I know, trust me. I just want to talk. And explain myself.

Explain my biggest mistake. I’ve never regretted anything more than leaving you and taking the anger at myself onto you.

He debated on sending the message, but he didn’t.

You would just see it as him trying kiss your ass into forgiving him. It worked before.

2:14 PM

Y/N 💞 : Peter, why? Why are you only just know texting me? Why are you trying to meet up when you tore my heart into pieces? Why are you seeking forgiveness randomly?

Why are you asking such hard questions, he wanted to ask.

2:14 PM

Idk, I miss you?

I miss you and still love you. I regret that night so much.

Can you just hear me out? Please?

Nothing sounded right. But he just went for it, again. At this point, he was pacing across his rooftop, anxious for your response (If you even gave him one).

2:15 PM

Y/N 💞 : Peter, I swear. If you make me regret this, I’ll come for you. Worse than any enemy you’ve ever faced and ever will.

He laughed at that one. You wouldn’t —right?—

2:15 PM

I won’t, Y/N. I promise. Tomorrow, Micks at 3?

Read 2:16 PM

You left him on read, but he counted that as a success — you didn’t refuse his offer so.. —

He would come back from this. He has to.

Peter was late. Fuck him.

Why did you even give him your time of day anymore? This man could tear you apart and you still gave into his words.

3:13 PM

Peter 🕸️ : Babt, I’mso sotry. I got caugjt up with worl, I’m bloxks away I sqaer.

You could barely understand him, but you were used to his usually proper grammar slipping while he was swinging.

How dare he? How dare he beg you to come out here and he gets to show up late??

He practically busted the restaurant’s door open. He rushed to your table.

“Baby I-”

“No,” You interrupted. “You don’t get to call me that. Fuck you, asshole. You ask me to meet you and you show up late? Are you kidding me?” You crossed your arms and stood up from the booth you were sitting at.

“Y/N, I’m so, so sorry. I got caught up with Doc at work. Huuge internal wiring problem. I don’t even understand how he could’ve messed it up so badly,” He talked with his hands, he was so cute when he did that.

You took a step towards him, and slapped the shit out of his stupidly attractive face.

“You don’t get to break me and show up late when you wanted me here.” The tears were back. You were livid. You shoved your finger into his face as you scolded him.

“I know, I know. I keep fucking up and I’m sorry. Lets just sit down and let me explain everything. I promise you, it’s worth it.” He put his hands on both of your shoulders to keep you from leaving and tried to calm you down.

“Hands off,” You pulled his hands away from your shoulder and slumped back into the booth.

You wanted to go home.

“Okay, okay.” He sat down and stared at you.

“Well?” You waited, “Let’s hear this explanation,” You rolled your eyes.

“Well, uh-” He paused for a moment, “I don’t know how to start.”

You waited for him to continue, arms still crossed. You really didn’t want to hear him out.

“Do you remember when I almost beat the life outta that guy? Like a month ago or something?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You rolled your eyes again, not exactly a good moment to bring up.

“I feel like that’s where it started,”

“Mhm..” You nodded for him to keep going.

“I started slipping. I stopped pulling my punches and I was so stressed out every moment of my life. A-and one day I just got so sick of it,” He started choking up, you almost felt bad for him.

“So I sat down and tried to organize my life. I wanted to rid myself of stress and try to free up time for myself in order to y’know, rejuvenate.”

You sat there, you were expecting plain excuses. But it seemed he had something real going here.

“I couldn’t rid myself of my job — how else would I be able to live? — and obviously Spider-Man isn’t a choice. And there came you. The best and biggest part of my life.”

You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

“I was stupid, I thought that by taking a break, I’d feel more free. And feel more.. well less stressed out. If I had something to myself then I would be better and feel okay? I don’t know.”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Don’t look at me like that, please. I was so overwhelmed with everything. I’ve been so behind on rent, and crime just never stops around here. Its like it raises more and more every week.”

“I thought-” He took a deep breath, “I thought that if I had one less chore — trust me you are not a chore to me — life would get easier.”

You’re guessing he tried to rephrase his words he said before, he’s almost repeating himself.

“But it didn’t. At all. I was in pain all the time — emotionally and physically — it didn’t help at all. I said I didn’t enjoy loving you. I lied. I didn’t enjoy loving myself- or being me.”

Your heart clenched for him. He hurt you so bad, but hearing how he truly felt made you slightly reconsider things.

“I didn’t enjoy the stress of my life, and I don’t have any outlet for my anger. And you forgave me so easily the last time we fought. And I guess I took advantage of that. I took all of the hate I had for myself onto you. I think that will forever be my biggest mistake.”

Your eyebrows scrunched.

“I love you. So much, Y/N. More than words can describe. I’ve never regretted anything more in my life and I can’t ever be away from you, again.”

“I broke it off thinking it would cause me less stress, but I understand now that it was you who took the pressure away. Being away from you, Y/N,” He laughed (At his own pain, seemingly). “I’ve never felt shittier in my life.”

Your tears flowed. Your expectations were well exceeded. He’s fucked up so much, but he makes up for it every time. And this time, it wasn’t done by kissing your ass and spoiling you, you recognized that.

“I can’t explain how sorry I am. I regret what I did to you that night so much. More than anything in the world. I just hope you can understand that.”

“I hope you can understand me.” He kept eye contact, his eyes were watery. “I know how complicated I can get,” He let out a breathy laugh.

“Pete.” You just about whispered his name.

“Yeah..?” He wiped his eyes on his sleeve before answering you.

“I forgive you.” You smiled, still crying from his well thought out (you had to give him credit) apology.

“Wait- Really?”

“Yeah. I do.”

He stood up and hugged you from across the table.

“But..”

“But..?” He repeated you, curiously. He let go of the hug to look you in the eyes.

“You’re gonna have to pay for the meal if you really want me back.”

He laughed.

“I love you.”

He grabbed your cheeks and pulled you in for a kiss. He’s never kissed you so hard.

Stunned, but pleasantly surprised, you sat there for a moment. Unsure of whether you should kiss him or not.

But you grabbed his collar and melted into the kiss.

No matter how hard he had broken you, his words brought you back to him.

And you wouldn’t regret it, you knew that.

part 2 is finished 🥹

just wanna explain a few things just in case:

peter is a lil ooc w the excessive violence and it’s not him to be like that but i feel like every body gets to that point where everything can be just too much. even spider-man.

i also feel like he needs a healthy outlet for his feelings, being spiderman, he’s constantly busy. not exactly easy to make friends. but also being spiderman, he doesn’t wanna leave y/n with all of his problems, he’s supposed to be the hero. so he bottles it all up. to the point where he just burst one day and took it out on her. (not good!!)

also i felt like him being a man, he’s going to feel insecure if y/n’s the one taking care of him all the time. he’s the man, it’s supposed to be the other way around, but it’s not. and that’s okay!! often times, old traditions still lies deep within all of us. men’s mental health matters too!! men can still feel insecure!! EVERYONE DOES. but that doesn’t mean we (as people) can take out our insecurities or anger at ourselves onto other people. most times, they don’t deserve the hate we bring onto ourselves.

that being said, not everyone can be perfect. (peter is a great example) we’re all going through something in life and are constantly being tested. but, the biggest thing is to always persevere no matter what. you’re never going to have more on your plate than you can handle. if you’re struggling, always remember to reach out to someone. a loved one, a professional, or even me. my dms are always open. i love you all. 🩷

anyways,

likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated!!

i hope you all enjoyed this story as much as i liked writing it 💗💗

[slafkovskys]

i’m sure you’ve seen those videos on tiktok that are like “i just remembered he dated someone before me so now i’m mad/going to start an argument” and i feel like that’s juraj with older reader 😭 obviously, we know all about her history with her ex, but i think just in general he gets a little pouty sometimes when he remembers that she’s been with other people. he always says something like “im your favorite though right?” and she won’t admit it, but he is

juraj walks into the towering building that day with lunch for the two of them in his hands and a burning question in his mind. he sends a grin to the security as he swipes his keycard, greets the office girls that he knows have a crush on them, compliments the new flowers on their desk before making his way back to where he was expected.

her door was closed which was a sign that she did not want to be bothered, but she had made it clear to him that he was exempt when he brought her lunch one day and instead of coming straight through, he had wound up chatting with her accountants in the break room for a solid thirty minutes.

he pokes his head in cautiously, watching the way her head snaps up ready to yell at whoever interrupted her, but her face softens when she spots him. gwen waves him inside, “no, i’m going to need you to use your critical thinking skills here david-”

juraj didn’t know much about david, but he did know that they didn’t like him. he sets down the food they had gotten for them on her desk and presses a quick kiss to her cheek before making his way over to the couch in the corner of her office. he can feel the weight of his phone in his front pocket and he’s tempted to pull it out, do a cursory scroll through instagram while she wraps up whatever david wanted to say to her, but he can’t.

instead, he takes her in.

he’s not ashamed to admit that he does this often. when they’re at one of their apartments, across from each other in a restaurant, or even when they’re here in the confines of her office. she intrigues him. the way that her heels are knocked over beside her desk and her feet are shoved into slippers as she walks around the room. the way that her blazer is hanging off a coat rack close to the door beside her bag and her blouse is only half tucked. this was her and she was his.

he doesn’t even realize she had hung up the phone until she’s dropping down beside him and resting her head in his lap. it’s automatic in the way that he swoops down and presses his lips to gwen’s, the smell of her vanilla perfume starting to occupy the air around them. she sighs as she squeezes his forearm, “‘m so happy to see you.”

“happy to see me or food?” he teases and she rolls her eyes.

“why can’t it be a little bit of both?” she raises an eyebrow and he shrugs. his fingers trace down her arm before stopping at her fingers, staring idly at the empty one. now knowing that it didn’t used to be empty, that legally she was still tied to the person who made her think she had found her forever, pulls at something in juraj’s chest. “are you still good to come with me this afternoon?”

“hm? three, right?” to her attorney’s and see what needed to be done to actually move the divorce process along. he could tell in the way that her eyebrows had been furrowed all week, in the way that she had been escaping to her own mind that she was thinking about it more than she wanted to let on. his thumb runs over the base of her third finger, “i’m your favorite, right?”

“what do you mean, juraj?” gwen raises a curious eyebrow and the man just can’t say it. it would make him sound insecure, boyish in the way he tries not to be around her, so instead he rubs at her ring finger again and her face softens, “juraj-”

“is just a question. don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

“you’re the first person that i’ve been involved with that i’ve told that i love and i actually meant it. i feel something that i've never felt with anyone before, juraj. hookups, boyfriends, him,” she sits up then and turns, cradling his face with her hands as she forces him to look her in the eye, “i can’t believe that i’m saying this right now because i swore that i wouldn’t let myself feel this way again, but it’s you for me. it has been since that day in the supermarket, since you bought me that drink, since you almost dropped me when we slept together the first time-”

he groans, “you promised not to talk about that ever.”

“my point is that you’re you and i’m me, but together we’re us. we have our own lives, do our own things, and at the end of the day we both come home to benedict and fight over who gets to cuddle with him during love is blind,” she pulls at his beanie and he grins at the mention of their shared cat, “i would’ve never wanted to have an animal with a hyphenated last name with anyone else.”

“benedict needs his mother,” juraj says with a finality and she hums, “and his father. you know he miss me when i’m away.”

“we both do. you know why?” he quirks an eyebrow, “because we love you.”

“i love you both too. even though you both steal me sweaters.”

[itsmecreepinginyourheartbabe]

some details are omitted for my brothers privacy, he still is underage and i hope you can understand

our youngest brother is covid positive. he has been coughing and had an on and off fever the past few days but he gets better when he takes meds. we thought it was just because of heat stroke. not until this afternoon he was having so much trouble breathing and that's why we ran to the nearest ER

we're currently in the hospital waiting for him to be admitted. he only needed to be admitted because of his history of severe pneumonia and omicron

i took an off from training today but i was only given 3 days of absence before they have no choice but to let me go

i dont know what to do now, my plan is i and my brother ross stay here in the hospital lobby while he's admitted but i am at lost how we can pay for it again. i asked if we can go to a public hospital but i was told that the nearest already reached their capacity of covid cases

i really really am ashamed to ask again, i know I've been asking too much already and im about to ask for more support. if you are able to please spare my brother, please we'll be forever grateful. if you can also share this to reach a bigger audience, that would be a huge help as well. im really sorry to do this again

[imrllytootiredforthis]

okay but what if... royalty au w soob where he's a crown prince who everyone believe is a hard dom in bed due to his status but🤭🤭little do they know how much of a slut he is the second you oh so slightly tighten your grip on his throat, how easy it is to make him cry and whimper after being edged for hours, how he himself admits to not being able to do anything without you and wanting to have you control his every move😩😩oh and not to mention how badly he needs you to use degrading words mixed w praise on him "what a cute little slut, are you sure u can fuck those girls like they imagine you to? i don't think this cock can be any use, what a pity though, all this size and all for nothing" 🤯🤯

THIS WAS THE FIRST THING THAT CAME TO MY MIND WHEN I SAW TODAY'S WEVERSE PICS IM GONNA EXPLODE????

NO BC THAT WAS LIKE THE FIRST THING I SAW THIS MORNING TOO, and then i saw this and i wanted to reply but i had to leave the house and then was busy all day😭

but now i have time, so without further ado,

starting off, i cannot put into words how much i love it when everyone expects them to be the dom and everything but they're really just a whimpery lil puppy willing to do anything just to have you touch them😩😩

imagine being a courtier or one of the knights in his personal guard or smth and there's a party, all of the guests are all over him and you overhear a group of girls giggling and pointing to him, whispering about how he's probably so commanding in bed the same way he is normally

later on that night you're guarding outside his chambers but then begin to hear odd noises from inside.

almost like moaning? was he in pain? was he hurt?

you burst into the room to see that it's quite the opposite.

the pretty prince is strewn out across silk sheets, legs opened wide, palming over himself with his eyes clenched shut, breathy moans and whimpers slipping free from plush and bitten lips

he sees you and you expect him to be angry or at least ashamed of his actions, before he can even get a word out you're already apologizing and backing out of the room, despite how much you really don't want to

but he begs you not to.

begs you to come in and help him. to make him feel good and just take full control over him. to do anything you want to him-anything at all.

and it's not right...you shouldn't...but really, how can you turn down such a tempting offer?...from such a willing participant?

and so it becomes a personal challenge to prove the giggling whispering girls from earlier wrong

making the crown prince turn into a drooling, cross-eyed mess over those lavishly expensive silk sheets, edging him over and over until he can barely think straight, barely make out a coherent sentence

and then switching over to overstimulating him, making him cry with your filthy words and sinful touch, adoring and cruel and oh-so fucking mean in every best way

until there's not a single trace of this 'domineering' prince the people talk about, only a pretty little (well, not so little) mess just for you, all for you to corrupt and make into the perfectly cute little slut for you<3

jeez,😮‍💨

[nanabrainrot]

Pleeeeeeeease keep the NSFW Lalo going, it’s been so quiet lately 😭😭😭

DONNTTTY GETT ME STARTTRRRREDDD

but while im here.

cw for nsfw content and mean dom lalo

Lalo who loves smacks your ass every given moment.

Lalo who never lets you wear panties under your sundress.

Lalo who always grabs your hair when you can’t hear him to say it in your ear, deep and mean.

Lalo with an oral fixation with your tits.

Lalo who always has you hoisted on his lap in a little dress, so obviously palming your ass in front of people.

Lalo who will have you ride him as he takes calls.

Lalo who has you suck his dick almost all the time or at least cockwarm him because he feels unnatural without his dick warm and wet since he fucks you so often.

Lalo who sucks your tits until they’re all wet and hard and he can’t touch them without you twitching.

Lalo who figures out that certain herbs increase libido and mixes them into your morning teas so you’re all sloppy and wet by the time he gets home.

Lalo who literally sprays dick desensitizer AND viagara if he has a day off so he can fuck you longer even though he’s constantly fucking you anyway.

Lalo who likes to give you a treat of ecstasy sometimes so you can get overstimulated by every touch.

Lalo calling you “my bitch” in front of people because he compares you to a bitch in heat.

Lalo who has been fucking you like a slut for 24 years and you’re so ashamed to admit he made you into his personal nymphomaniac <3 what a beautiful marriage am I right

[mousiefrotting]

(sorry should have specified kinky but if u want to answer non-kinky that's cool too 👀)

OKAY now that i've got my thoughts out. time to get my even messier thoughts out.

riddle is absolutely one of my favorite characters. favorite housewarden for sure. and so, so repressed. every time i look at riddle rosehearts i think "I need to ruin him" . i believe that he is very well-loved by his card soldiers even in spite of the fear that he projects. something i made up in my head is a thing between riddle/trey/cater/che'nya. there are not labels and there are preferences but the preferences bounce around all the time so are there really? making sense? what fun is there in making sense? it's heartslabyul!

but i think that riddle is perfect for kink situations. when you consider his tight-woundedness combined with his admittedly strong personality, you get a short-fused queen of a boy who has never had any grasp at intimacy!

i think he should be stuffed. i think that he should get to enjoy all the lavish treats and culinary treasures he was denied as a child. i love the concept of someone who has never gotten to taste certain foods, be it from poverty or other restrictions, coming into a new environment and being given the opportunity to have what they never thought was possible. i don't think i'm far off, considering riddle's OB flashback.

i think he should get to eat whatever treats he wants, as many of them as he wants, without restriction or fear of punishment. i like the idea of him with a cute stuffed tummy, bulging at the seams of his blouse and peeking red at the skin from just how PACKED it all is.

he would be a mess, denying any sort of pleasure and insisting he detests any kind of behavior so uncouth and unbecoming, but i just know he would love the feeling of his gut gurgling while weighed down with the remains of whatever he ate, protruding so hard that he has to unbutton a little just to relieve some of that pressure, and the relief of that pressure would be the end of him. he would melt for it, and he would be embarrassed and ashamed the whole time. riddle would LOVE being stuffed (however secretly that might be), but the point remains that i think he should be well doted upon by his most loyal soldiers.

leona is really really hot. and an imperious and mean royal glutton. and a lion. i GOTTA admit it here he's so hot actually and i really like him. as a character he interests me so much. i wanna know more about what his reputation and family dynamic is actually like, i want to know more about his actual royal desires, stuff like he mentioned in tamashina-mina, about installing more infrastructure and how farena was too sensitive upholding the circle of life (iirc). Oh yeah i also want him to eat me. really badly. being just a scrap of fat to his majesty, while he makes SURE that i know it? and how no matter the brutality or the thrill he'd put forward before finally gobbling me up, he'd probably end up just falling asleep? NEED. and it would be really hot if he bottomed while stuffed

ruggie is attractive to me in a similar way that leona is, both in the sort of natural-therian pred way. i don't like full-feral preds, but characters like the beastmen in twst are honestly kink heaven. i love the thought of a vicious predator who looks like and IS a cute boy. ruggie himself is someone so endearing to me too, seeing how he spent his entire life around poverty and never really got to see better until NRC. his general scheming nature always telling you he'll do anything to fend for yourself but for a bad guy he's really not much of a BAD guy, and i like seeing him constantly resorting to underhanded methods. the rugster can take care of himself and he has every reason to flaunt the skills. in general his appetite reminds me of that whole college-transition phase, the wonderful change of environment where foods that were dreams are finallly here? but not just that, he finally gets to eat well? someone should stuff him immediately. and burping is really really hot with him, actually. someone should stuff him to the brim bones and all and he should burp right in their face i believe .also his love for donuts is just <3 such a simple food and so realistic for someone of his background (as realistic as it can be anyway) and he is just so...? i love the idea of hugging someone shorter than me who might slurp me down in seconds if he could get a single limb in his mouth.

(i headcanon that beastmen have more distinct noses than we get shown ingame!)

azul is attractive to me in an entirely different way than either one of his henchmen. the countenance he carries, the put-together charismatic businessman who's always there to lend a hand because he just can't STAND to see you suffer? like even if you know he's lying if the delivery is good it gets you crawling. like, yes, please lie to me and seduce me and buy me out of my house and my car because of how kind you are <3 he is just such a perfect amount of hedonism. i would love to be swallowed whole by this octopus. swallowed whole and digested while i get crammed against the walls of his gut and he mocks me the whole time with fine print that was too fine to notice..

i also enjoy the idea of azul KNOWING that someone has affections for him. it would give him a reason to be just that much worse, teasing them however they may like, in ways he may want to strangle himself for considering but will do just to get a squeak out of his victim? Yes.

soul binding, tentacles, ... his greed is actually really hot i got horny typing this

vil is someone i would love to put in a situation .i woul dput vil schoenheit in a situation. i read a vil/neige burp kink by @moraygrotto once and it was DELICIOUS. vil would be someone truly repulsed by the burp kink. he has one to me now. dental health matters to keep up beauty anyway! i genuinely cannot imagine vil stuffing himself willingly. other circumstances might have a way into that, but i don't think he'd be crass or brutish or boorish on purpose. not ever. i can imagine him getting flustered in the most inconvenient moments too, like...stomach growls, a soft stifled burp here or there...god he would be a mess. Want