#kid ‘n play

[generation-dope]

2 Hype

[hinamie]

inflict

[lightseoul]

so i finally did it, y'all—i commissioned the wonderful @zestivivi to draw my first-ever °˖✧ self-ship art °˖✧

and i couldn't help it upon seeing the draft; i had to write a drabble to give it a bit of a backstory and to really just treat myself, so here it is!

(the pic is under the cut, if you're not in the mood to read and just wanna take a peek at it!)

CALL ME YOUR FAVORITE, CALL ME THE WORST (k. bakugou x reader)

“—and so i told eijirou he could go to hell if he asked me to cover for him tonight,” bakugou finishes, just as you twist your key one last time, effectively unlocking the door.

you toss him a chastising look as you push it open, trying to ignore the hammering in your chest as you do so. “don’t talk to your best friend like that, katsuki.”

at that, he scoffs, trailing behind you and entering through the doorway. “correction, you’re my best friend. and he’s used to it.”

despite yourself, a smile manages to creep into your face, which bakugou unfortunately catches sight of. the man only smirks to himself before gesturing to his trainers, “where do i put these?”

“beside my birks, please,” you sing-song, although your voice comes out a bit wobbly.

fucking nerves.

dropping your bag on the counter, you quickly shuffle through your kitchen and toward your dining area slash living room slash bedroom, scanning the space for any spot you’ve missed before bakugou could see them.

you’re just about to conclude that this place is as tidy as it can get when you sense the pro-hero walk up beside you, and you look at him to see his eyes darting across the area in inspection, a pensive expression on his face.

“what’re you thinking?” you blurt out before you can stop yourself. you immediately regret it, though, bracing yourself for constructive feedback that you know will sting nonetheless.

it’s not every day you get to show your new place that’s your very own to anybody, let alone to your famously (notoriously) pedantic boyfriend.

“it's really clean,” he starts, pausing to think for a moment. he eventually turns to face you, that smirk from before now back on his face, “it’s very you. i like it.”

you feel a warmth wash over you, and you don’t fight the grin that’s invading your features. “aww, thanks, babe!”

he waves you off with a hand, resuming his thorough survey of your unit. “‘s nice how you displayed your books here, and that your guitar is easy to reach for. and your decorations are just abo—”

you glance back at the man from where you were hurriedly pouring him a cold glass of water, “just about what, kats?”

to that, bakugou doesn’t say anything. he seems frozen, eyes fixed on what you think is your entertainment area.

you pad toward the spot beside him, and you follow his line of vision.

directly right to your dynamight figurines.

almost instantly, your stomach drops as if you just got hit by a metaphorical tsunami of scalding humiliation. your feet move before your brain can catch up, and in a matter of seconds, you find yourself planted right in front of bakugou, obscuring his view of his mini-me’s.

at least, you tried to. the tall man only continues to effortlessly stare at them through the space above your head.

“so what do you want for dinner?” you manage to croak out, desperate to change the subject and bones threatening to give out in embarrassment.

“…is that a funko pop of all might and… me?”

the ground can swallow you up just about now, thanks.

for a beat, you debate as to whether or not to joke or lie your way out of this one, but one look at the inexplicable expression on your boyfriend’s face has you ultimately decided against it.

“…yes?”

now, in the split second of choosing to tell the truth, you came up with the expectations of him snorting in response, or maybe shooting you a confused look that reads ‘what the fuck’ or something similar, but you certainly didn’t predict him to laugh.

as in, drop his head back and howl laugh.

immediately, you feel yourself flame in shame as you watch the pro-hero bend slightly over and clutch his stomach in mirth, what you think are tears now pooling in the corners of his clenched eyes.

you can’t help but frown, “quit laughing at me, you jerk!”

that only makes him bark out another loud one, and just when you think he’s about to finish, he wheezes: “and you’ve got a nendoroid of me, too!”

that’s it.

you spin on your heel, turning your back on your jackass of a boyfriend, and you’re about to scoop the figurines into your arms and throw them into the abyss at the back of your closet when you feel something tug at your wrist, pulling you and your entire body back.

and before you can even comprehend what’s happening, bakugou’s invading your space and leaning toward you, planting his forehead right at the crook of your neck.

“wha—”

you’re cut off by bakugou snuggling into you, and you can feel him shake in laughter before the chuckles finally escape him and you’re both left in comfortable silence.

you hope he’s not hearing the thunderous ruckus your heart is making right now despite yourself.

a few moments pass with neither of you moving or saying anything before you finally decide to speak up.

“if you think this’ll make up for you laughing so blatantly at me, you’ve got another thing coming for you, mister.”

at that, bakugou snorts, retorting without missing a beat. “i wasn’t laughing at you, dumbass.”

you roll your eyes, although you don’t make any move to push him away. “sure, you weren’t.”

“i’m serious. it just caught me off guard.”

“and then you started laughing at me.”

from where he’s slotted right by your neck, bakugou huffs, and you stop yourself from shivering at the feeling of his breath against your skin.

“i was just laughing at how everything’s turned out, alright?”

instinctively, your eyebrows furrow in question, “what do you mean?”

he sighs, the puff of air he lets out tickling your flesh again, “i just think it’s fucking funny how i grew up with a shit ton of all might merch, and now i have my own merch displayed right beside him, in my girlfriend’s new home, no less.”

and, before you can even feign offense at his comment, he beats you to it.

“i’m just fucking happy, okay? just let me have this.”

you don’t know what else to say at his sudden confession, and so you only manage a nod, moving your head just enough for him to feel the gesture. slowly, you allow yourself to relax your shoulders and lean toward bakugou, who snuggles even closer to you in return.

“they’re quite expensive, you know,” you offer after a few seconds of silence. “and yours are especially hard to come by.”

you can practically hear the grin on his face when he quips, “what, am i your favorite hero, or something?”

“no,” you immediately retort, deadpan. “all might is. explains why i only have one figurine of him and a gazillion of you in here.”

at that, bakugou lets out a genuine laugh, and you don’t have to look at him to know he’s sporting that boyish grin and disarming eye smile that really nobody else has the honor of witnessing.

nobody except you.

you hesitantly bring your right hand up, unable to resist the urge to gently cradle the back of his head. upon the split second of contact, however, bakugou stiffens, and you’ve half a mind to withdraw and pull away when he does so.

but all the apprehension evaporates from your system when almost immediately after, he nestles closer into you.

you feel yourself flush at the motion, failing to stop the smile that takes over your lips.

and, if you didn’t know any better, you’d bet your expensive ass dynamight figurines he’s blushing, too.

bonus:

you’re in the middle of feeding yourself a spoonful of chicken curry when you decide you finally have enough. placing the serving firmly on your platter, you shift to face bakugou, who’s at your right and eating beside you.

more of side-eyeing you than eating in the past thirty minutes since dinner arrived, really.

you pull your lips in a tight line, “spit it out, kats.”

at that, he tosses you a disgusted look, before quickly swallowing the mouthful of cabbage he was just munching on. “why the fuck should i do that?”

you roll your eyes, “not the food, dummy. you’ve got something you want to say.”

“i do not.”

you only give him a knowing stare.

bakugou huffs, putting down his own spoon after a pregnant pause, “fine.”

it takes him a moment to finally do so, and when he does you almost choke.

“…so who the fuck is akaashi and why do you also have one of him?”

for context, here's my entertainment area LMAO i really took self-indulgence to another level, huh (sorry not sorry) title is from the song call me by shinedown (credits to @creativepromptsforwriting for the idea)

anyway, thank you so much again to @/zestivivi for turning my vision into reality and then some <3 thank you for being so easy to work with and receptive to my requests, particularly to make the character look just like me! 'til the next one, for sure :,)

[strawberri-draws]

shuichi posting

[an-established-butt-dent]

The Veil is thin tonight-

-Can you feel it on your skin?

Tingling?

Ink and fineliner on paper

Available as Print

[dandelions-143]

Sensation Play - Felix

Kinktober Masterlist

Word Count: 4901

Warnings: MDNI, 18+ ONLY, Explicit sexual acts, Explicit dirty talk

No summary just smut under the cut

His lips were impossibly soft, like velvet against your own. The gentle pressure and warmth sent shivers down your spine. As Felix's tongue slowly slid past your parted lips, you were engulfed by his intoxicating taste - a perfect blend of sweet honey and something uniquely him. Your senses were overwhelmed, every nerve ending alive with sensation.

Felix's hands traced a tantalizing path up your bare thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. When they finally came to rest on your hips, his grip was firm yet gentle, grounding you in the moment. Your fingers found their way into his thick blond hair, reveling in its silky texture as you tugged lightly, eliciting a soft moan from Felix that vibrated through the kiss.

With a gentle push, Felix guided you back onto the bed, his body following yours. As he settled between your thighs, the solid weight of him pressed against you, igniting a fire in your core. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more hungry. You couldn't resist the urge to capture his plump bottom lip between your teeth, dragging it out slowly before releasing it with a soft pop.

Felix's reaction was immediate and electrifying. A low, guttural groan escaped him as he instinctively rolled his hips into yours. The movement brought his hardness into direct contact with your pantie-clad center, and you gasped at the delicious friction. Even through the layers of fabric, you could feel the impressive length and girth of him, sending a jolt of anticipation through your body.

When Felix pulled back slightly, his dark eyes bore into yours with an intensity that took your breath away. His gaze was molten, filled with desire and something deeper, more profound. His pretty freckles stood out against his flushed skin, constellations you longed to trace with your fingertips and lips.

"I swear," Felix breathed, his voice husky and low, "you could make me cum with just that haunting stare of yours." His forehead pressed against yours, his warm breath fanning across your face. The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, making your heart race and your body yearn for more.

A smile tugged at your lips, equal parts flattered and amused by his declaration. You shook your head slightly, your nose brushing against his. "That's impossible," you countered softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "Wouldn't you have to be touched in some way?" The challenge in your tone was unmistakable, a playful dare that hung in the air between you.

It was silent for a moment before Felix moved off you, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Wait... where are you-" you started, but your words caught in your throat as Felix grasped your legs, pulling you down the bed. His fingers hooked into the sides of your panties, the touch sending shivers up your spine.

"You trust me?" he asked, his voice low and husky. His gaze held yours, waiting for permission to continue. You felt a mix of curiosity and anticipation bubbling up inside you. After a moment's hesitation, you nodded. "Yes, of course I do. But... what are you doing?"

Felix's lips curved into a smirk that made your heart race. Slowly, tantalizingly, he began to pull your panties off. You could feel the fabric sliding against your skin, heightening your sensitivity. His eyes traveled down your body, lingering on your most intimate areas before returning to your face. The intensity of his gaze made you feel exposed and incredibly aroused.

He licked his lips, making them glisten in the dim light. "I'm going to show you," he said, his voice dripping with promise, "how easy it will be to have you cumming for me without ever touching you." The words sent a jolt of electricity through your body, your core clenching in anticipation.

You raised a skeptical eyebrow, but couldn't hide the excitement in your voice. "Okay, let's see what you've got, pretty boy." The challenge in your tone was clear, and you couldn't help but smile, your eyes crinkling at the edges. The sight seemed to affect Felix deeply; you could see the adoration in his eyes as he visibly melted.

Composing himself, Felix asked, "Can I cover your eyes with something?" The question sent a thrill through you. You nodded eagerly, your breath quickening as Felix left the bed. You heard him rummaging around before returning, his tie dangling from his fingers. With gentle movements, he secured it around your head, plunging you into darkness.

The loss of sight immediately heightened your other senses. You could hear Felix's breathing, smell his intoxicating scent. The anticipation was almost unbearable. "Felix?" you called softly, a hint of nervousness creeping into your voice.

"Shhh... I'm right here," his deep voice came from your right, soothing and exciting you at the same time. The bed dipped as he sat down beside you, his presence palpable even without touch. "Just relax," he murmured, his voice a caress in itself. "Let yourself enjoy this." The promise in his words made your body tingle with anticipation, wondering what delicious torment he had in store for you.

You took a deep breath, allowing your muscles to relax as something incredibly light and soft began to trail along the side of your neck. The sensation was exquisite - like the gentle caress of a butterfly's wing. Your lips parted involuntarily, a soft gasp escaping as the ticklish feeling sent shivers down your spine. Felix moved the feather with agonizing slowness over your bare shoulder, tracing the curve of your collarbone before gliding down your arm. Each movement was deliberate, designed to heighten your sensitivity.

"How does that feel?" Felix's deep voice resonated through you, the low timbre making the pulsing in your clit intensify. You could hear the barely contained desire in his words, matching your own growing arousal.

"It feels... incredible," you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper. "Ticklish, but in the most delicious way. Please.. keep going.”

Felix's dark eyes remained fixed on your body, drinking in every reaction. He bit down on his bottom lip, a gesture that never failed to make your heart race. The feather continued its journey, trailing down your side and over the swell of your hip. Your skin erupted in goosebumps, a visible testament to the effect he was having on you. You couldn't suppress a soft moan as he traced the curve of your waist, and in response, his cock twitch between his thighs.

Your tongue darted out, slowly wetting your lips as Felix moved the feather to another area of your body. The sight seemed to entrance him further. His gaze was hungry, devouring every inch of you. He loved the way your breasts bounced slightly with each rapid, shallow breath you took, your chest rising and falling in a hypnotic rhythm.

"Spread your legs for me?" The request was polite, but his deep voice held an undercurrent of raw need that seemed to reverberate through your very core. You responded without hesitation, parting your lips and your thighs simultaneously. Though blindfolded, you could feel the heat radiating off him as he moved between your legs. He never touched you directly, but his presence was palpable, electric.

You heard Felix exhale sharply, the sound filled with awe and desire. "You're the most exquisite creature I've ever laid eyes on," he said, his voice smooth as silk but thick with want. The feather found its way to the inside of your thigh, and began a torturously slow ascent up your leg. Your body responded immediately, a shudder running through you as you felt your arousal intensify. Slick juices began to gather between your thighs, slowly trailing down the curve of your ass.

Your chest heaved with rapid breaths as you felt the feather inching closer to your aching center. The anticipation was almost unbearable, every nerve ending in your body singing with sensitivity. You could practically feel Felix's gaze burning into you, taking in your vulnerable, aroused state with reverence and hunger.

Your fingers gripped the sheets beneath you, knuckles turning white as you fought the overwhelming urge to reach for Felix and beg him to take you right then and there. "Keep talking," you managed to gasp out between sharp, ragged breaths, your voice thick with need.

Felix's lips curved into a devilish smirk, his eyes dark with desire as he placed the feather on the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. With exquisite precision, he began to blow gently, his warm breath causing the soft bristles to dance across your flesh. The dual sensation - the tickle of the feather and the heat of his breath - sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

A strangled gasp escaped your lips as the tantalizing combination intensified. Your pussy clenched visibly, a sight that had Felix utterly mesmerized. His gaze was fixed on your most intimate area, watching with rapt attention as your body responded to his teasing.

"That's it, baby," Felix purred, his voice low and husky with arousal. "Let go for me... surrender to the sensation." His lips were so close to your skin that you could feel the vibration of his words, sending goosebumps erupting across your flesh. "And when you do," he continued, the promise in his tone making your core throb with anticipation, "I'll be more than happy to replace this feather with my tongue."

A soft whimper escaped your lips as Felix resumed his exquisite torture, blowing gently on the feather once more. The delicate instrument danced across your skin, tracing teasing patterns at the apex of your thigh and along the edges of your aching center. Your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more contact, more friction, more of anything Felix was willing to give.

When you felt the warm puff of Felix's breath directly on your wet folds, your entire body shuddered with desire. The cool air on your heated flesh made you acutely aware of just how aroused you were, how desperately you craved his touch. Your clit throbbed almost painfully, begging for attention as Felix continued his relentless teasing.

It was an addictive sensation, unlike anything you had ever experienced before. The image of Felix's face hovering so close to your most sensitive area, yet never quite touching, made your clit throb with an intensity that bordered on pain. You could feel his warm breath ghosting over your wet folds, sending shivers of anticipation through your entire body. The blindfold heightened every sensation, making you acutely aware of the slightest movement of air against your skin.

Your hips bucked upwards involuntarily, desperately seeking any form of contact. A soft whimper escaped your lips as Felix chuckled, the vibrations of his laughter sending tremors through your already quivering thighs. "Patience, my love," he murmured, his voice low and husky, dripping with desire. "I want to savor every moment of watching you come undone." The raw need in his tone made your core clench, a fresh wave of arousal coating your inner thighs.

Felix continued his gentle teasing, the feather now dancing dangerously close to your aching center. Your breath hitched as you felt the soft bristles barely graze your outer lips, the touch so light it was almost imperceptible. Yet, in your heightened state of arousal, it felt like electricity coursing through your veins. The anticipation was almost unbearable, every nerve ending in your body on high alert. You could hear Felix's own breathing becoming more labored, punctuated by soft groans that betrayed his own struggle for control. It was a clear sign that he was just as affected by this exquisite torture as you were.

The tension in the room was palpable, thick with desire and anticipation. You could feel your release building, coiling tighter and tighter in your core with each teasing touch of the feather and each warm puff of Felix's breath. Your body trembled uncontrollably, teetering on the edge of ecstasy. Sweat beaded on your skin, your chest heaving with each ragged breath. You wondered, with a mix of desperation and awe, if Felix could truly make you come undone without a single direct touch.

Felix's voice dropped even lower, his words dripping with desire. "Look at you," he murmured, his breath hot against your inner thigh, making the sensitive skin there prickle with goosebumps. "So wet and needy for me." His voice was strained, as if he was fighting his own urges to touch you, to taste you. "I bet you're aching to be filled, aren't you?" The question hung in the air, rhetorical yet demanding an answer.

The feather traced a delicate path along your folds, making you shiver violently. You could feel your arousal coating your thighs, your pussy clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled. "Your pussy is glistening, baby," Felix continued, his voice husky with lust. "I can see how much you want me." You imagined his dark eyes fixed on your most intimate area, drinking in the sight of your arousal. "Imagine how good it would feel if I buried my cock deep inside you right now." The imagery his words conjured made you moan loudly, your hips lifting off the bed, silently begging for more.

Your whimpers were louder now… more desperate. Felix chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "That's it, sweetheart," he purred, his voice like velvet against your skin. "Let go for me. Show me how badly you need my touch, my cock." His words dripped with desire, each syllable igniting a fire in your core.

The combination of Felix's dirty talk and the teasing touch of the feather was driving you wild. Your body trembled uncontrollably, every nerve ending alive with sensation. You could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your lower abdomen, a spring wound so tight it was ready to snap at any moment. Felix continued his exquisite torture, the feather dancing along your skin with maddening precision.

"That's it, baby," Felix murmured, his voice thick with desire. His dark eyes, hooded with lust, never left your writhing form. "Let go for me. Show me how much you want it." The raw need in his tone made your core clench, a fresh wave of arousal coating your inner thighs.

With a final, feather-light touch to your clit, your world exploded into a kaleidoscope of sensation. Your body arched off the bed, every muscle taut as waves of intense pleasure crashed over you. A guttural moan tore from your throat, Felix's name falling from your lips like a prayer. Your inner walls clenched rhythmically around nothing, your body desperately seeking something to fill the aching void.

Felix watched in awe as you came undone, his own arousal reaching new heights. His cock throbbed painfully, straining against his abdomen, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. As your tremors began to subside, he gently removed the blindfold, his dark eyes meeting yours with a heady mix of desire and adoration.

Felix leaned down, his lips hovering mere millimeters from your glistening folds. You could feel the heat of his breath against your oversensitive flesh, causing your hips to twitch involuntarily. With agonizing slowness, he placed a soft, tender kiss to your listening pussy lips. The gentle touch was almost too much after your intense orgasm, eliciting a sharp gasp from you.

"Mmm... now that I've got you craving more..." Felix's voice trailed off, the promise in his tone making your core throb with renewed desire. Before you could fully process his words, his tongue was on you, the flat of it pressing firmly against your sensitive clit.

Felix's tongue moved in slow, deliberate circles around your sensitive bud, the pressure perfectly toeing the line between pleasure and overstimulation. A soft, keening moan escaped your lips, your back arching off the bed as you sought more contact. Your hands instinctively reached for his hair, fingers tangling in the soft blond strands. You tugged gently, eliciting a deep groan from Felix that vibrated against your core.

The sensation was overwhelming after the teasing, every swipe of his tongue sending jolts of electricity through your body. You could feel yourself quickly building towards another release, your thighs trembling as they bracketed Felix's head. The coil of pleasure in your abdomen wound tighter and tighter with each expert flick of his tongue, promising an even more intense climax than before.

Felix's tongue worked its magic with expert precision, alternating between long, languid strokes that sent shivers up your spine and quick, teasing flicks against your swollen clit. His warm breath ghosted over your sensitive flesh, intensifying every sensation. Your thighs trembled uncontrollably, muscles taut with building pleasure as you felt the pressure coiling tighter and tighter in your core. Your breath came in short, desperate gasps, chest heaving with each inhale. "Felix," you moaned, your voice thick and husky with need, "I'm so close... please don't stop..."

Felix lifted his head, his dark eyes meeting yours with a smoldering intensity that made your heart race. His pupils were blown wide with desire, a thin ring of amber barely visible around the edges. His lips, glistening with your arousal, curved into a predatory smirk. "That's it, baby," he growled, his voice low and husky, sending vibrations through your core. "I want to hear you scream my name when you come. I want to feel your pussy quivering against my tongue, taste every drop of your release."

He dipped his head back down, his tongue resuming its relentless assault on your sensitive flesh. The flat of his tongue pressed firmly against your clit before circling it with agonizing slowness. "You taste so fucking good," he murmured against your skin, the vibrations of his words sending jolts of pleasure through your body. "I could do this all night, make you come over and over until you're begging me to stop. Until you're so sensitive that even the lightest touch makes you shudder with ecstasy."

Felix's fingers dug into your thighs, leaving crescent-shaped marks on your skin as he held you in place. The slight pain only added to your pleasure, grounding you in the moment as he continued his ministrations. His stubble scratched deliciously against your inner thighs, the contrasting sensations driving you wild. "But I know what you really want," he purred, his breath hot against your core, causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin. "You want my cock buried deep inside you, don't you? You want me to fill you up, stretch you out, make you scream with pleasure as I hit that spot deep inside you that makes you see stars."

His words sent a jolt of arousal through your body, pushing you even closer to the edge. You could feel yourself teetering on the brink of orgasm, your body wound tight like a coiled spring ready to snap. "Tell me what you want, baby," Felix demanded, his voice dripping with desire. "Beg for it. I want to hear those pretty lips of yours form the words, tell me exactly how you want me to fuck you."

Your body tensed as the words tumbled from your lips, raw and desperate. "Please, Felix," you whimpered, your hips bucking against his face, seeking more friction. Your fingers tangled in his soft blond hair, tugging gently as you tried to pull him closer. "I need you inside me. Please, fuck me, make me yours. I need you so badly it hurts."

Felix's eyes darkened with desire, turning almost black as he slowly rose from between your thighs. His lean, muscular body moved with a predatory grace that made your mouth water. The dim light of the room accentuated the defined planes of his abs, casting shadows that highlighted every dip and curve of his muscles. The sharp cut of his hipbones drew your gaze lower, to where his impressive erection stood proud and ready. His skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, making his freckles stand out even more against his flushed complexion. You couldn't help but admire the constellations they formed across his shoulders and chest, wanting to trace them with your tongue.

As Felix positioned himself above you, you couldn't help but marvel at the sight before you. His biceps bulged impressively as he supported his weight, the defined muscles rippling beneath his skin with every slight movement. Your eyes traced the contours of his body, drinking in every detail. His broad chest heaved slightly with each breath, the taut skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat that accentuated the dips and curves of his pectorals and abs. A thin trail of golden hair led your gaze lower, to where his impressive arousal stood proudly erect, the thick shaft pulsing visibly with his heartbeat. Felix's usually perfectly styled blond hair was delightfully disheveled, falling in messy strands across his forehead, giving him an irresistibly roguish appearance that made your heart race even faster.

He leaned down, bringing his face tantalizingly close to yours. The warmth of his breath fanned across your lips, carrying with it the intoxicating scent of his cologne mixed with the musky aroma of his arousal. The muscles in his shoulders and back flexed and rippled with the movement, a mesmerizing display of strength and control that left you breathless. Felix's dark eyes, usually a warm amber, were now almost black with desire, the intensity of his gaze pinning you in place. Those eyes, filled with a heady mixture of raw lust and tender adoration, made your breath catch in your throat and sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

"Ready for me, baby?" he murmured, his voice low and husky with need. The deep timbre of his words resonated through your body, igniting a fire in your core. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, so close yet not quite touching, the anticipation building to an almost unbearable level. Felix shifted slightly, and you felt the hot, hard length of him pressing against your inner thigh, teasing you with its proximity to where you needed him most. He aligned himself with your entrance, the tip of his cock just barely grazing your slick folds, ready to give you exactly what you'd been begging for.

You nodded eagerly, your body trembling with a potent mixture of excitement and nervousness. Felix held your gaze as he slowly pushed forward, the thick head of his cock stretching you deliciously as he gradually sank into you. The sensation was overwhelming - the slight burn of the stretch, the fullness, the heat of him inside you. You both gasped in unison, the sound filling the room as he bottomed out. Felix paused, allowing you to adjust to his considerable size, his eyes never leaving yours. The intensity of his stare made your heart race, and you could see the effort it took for him to remain still, the muscles in his neck and jaw tightening as he fought for control.

After what felt like an eternity, Felix began to move. His hips rolled in a slow, deliberate rhythm, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he whispered, his voice rough with desire, "You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock. So tight, so wet, just for me." His hot breath against your sensitive skin made you shiver, goosebumps erupting across your flesh.

His pace quickened, each thrust driving deeper into you, hitting spots that made you see stars. "You're such a good little slut, taking my cock so well," he growled, his voice dripping with lust. The filthy words, contrasted with the tenderness in his touch as he caressed your face, sent a thrill through you. "I bet you've been thinking about this all day, haven't you? Dreaming about me stretching your tight little pussy?" His words were punctuated by a particularly deep thrust that made you cry out in pleasure.

Felix's hand snaked down between your bodies, his long fingers finding your swollen clit with unerring accuracy. He began to circle the sensitive bud with just the right amount of pressure, making your hips buck involuntarily. "I'm going to fill you up with my cum.” The possessiveness in his voice sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, your inner walls clenching around him in response.

His movements became more frantic, his carefully maintained control beginning to slip. You could feel the tension building in his body, the slight tremor in his muscles as he chased his release. "Fuck, you're so perfect," he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "The way you moan, the way you squeeze around me... God, it's intoxicating." He leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that left you breathless. When he pulled back, his eyes were wild with desire. "I want to ruin you for anyone else," he panted against your lips. "No one will ever fuck you as good as I do. No one will ever make you feel the way I do."

Felix's eyes locked with yours, dark with desire. "Tell me who you belong to," he demanded, his voice low and husky. "Tell me whose cock makes you feel this good. I want to hear you scream it." His fingers dug into your hips, leaving marks that would surely bruise later.

Your breath caught in your throat as Felix's words sent a shiver down your spine. The intensity of his gaze made your heart race. "Yours, Felix," you moaned, your voice thick with desire. "I belong to you.” Your nails raked down his back, leaving red trails in their wake.

Felix's pace intensified, his thrusts becoming more powerful and urgent. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with your breathless moans and Felix's grunts of pleasure. You could feel the tension building in your core, your body trembling on the edge of release. Felix's fingers worked your clit in tight circles, the calloused pad of his thumb providing delicious friction. "That's it, baby," he growled, his voice strained with his own impending climax. "Come for me. Let me feel you fall apart around my cock." His free hand tangled in your hair, tugging just enough to send sparks of pleasure-pain through your scalp.

With a final, powerful thrust, Felix pushed you over the edge. Your body arched off the bed as waves of intense pleasure washed over you, your inner walls clenching rhythmically around his cock. Stars exploded behind your eyelids as you cried out Felix's name, your voice breaking with the intensity of your orgasm. Felix groaned loudly, feeling your release trigger his own. He buried himself deep inside you, his body shuddering as he filled you with his hot seed. You could feel the warmth spreading inside you, marking you as his.

Felix collapsed on top of you, his weight a comforting presence as you both caught your breath. The room smelled of sex and sweat, a heady mixture that made your head spin. After a moment, he lifted his head to look at you, his eyes soft with affection. "You're amazing," he murmured, placing a gentle kiss on your lips before carefully pulling out and rolling to lie beside you. You whimpered at the loss, already missing the feeling of fullness.

As you lay there, basking in the afterglow, a mischievous smile plays on your lips. You turn to Felix, running your fingers lightly along his chest, tracing the constellations of freckles scattered across his skin. "You know," you purr, your voice still husky from your recent activities, "next time, I want to make you cum without touching you." Your fingers dance lower, ghosting over his abs, feeling them twitch under your touch.

Felix's eyebrows shoot up, a mix of surprise and intrigue dancing in his eyes. "Oh?" he says, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. His hand catches yours, bringing it to his lips to place a soft kiss on your palm. "And how do you plan on doing that, baby?"

You lean in close, your lips brushing his ear as you whisper, your hot breath sending shivers down his spine, "That's for me to know and you to find out. But I promise, it'll be just as intense as what you did to me today." Your teeth graze his earlobe, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Felix.

Felix's breath hitches, and you can feel a shiver run through his body. His free hand slides down your back, coming to rest on the curve of your ass. "I can't wait," he murmurs, his voice thick with renewed desire. He pulls you closer for another kiss, deep and passionate, the promise of your next encounter already igniting a spark of desire between you both. You can feel him hardening against your thigh, and you smile into the kiss, knowing that round two isn't far off.

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[nightskyfoxyy]

They are proud, immensely so, and yet the realisation dawns that they might have accidentally raised perfect gamblers. Oh well.

(idea by the lovely @niobiumao3 ^^)

[lowkeyren]

the whole 2.5 was a wild ride ngl

[willyhoos]

simultaneously wanting to cry out "HOW COULD YOU JUST LEAVE ME HERE" and "NEVER LEAVE ME AGAIN"

aka what happens if you combine prime!sonic (sweetest boy) and fof!tails (most traumatized boy)

bonus: HE DOESN'T KNOW

[andy-clutterbuck]

1x04 | The Ones Who Live

[dailyloopdeloop]

DAY 7: i miss my wife bonbon

[patchkin]

[canmking]

K i d ‘N’ P l a y

[pinata-candy]

Everyone gets a wrong package sometimes!

They do in fact not give it back. By the time the stork comes back around to give them the right one they’re already attached and then they have two

(Now with more in the reblogs for your enjoyment <3)

[the-knife-consumer]

Rusty is the cutest baby. What does max think of his darling offspring?

Loves it but they would both be objectively fucking horrible parents. Not like mean or anything but there is zero gov. Documentation of rusty they never take it to the doctor after it killed it's first physician and they don't take it to school.

[dandelions-143]

Wax Play - Hyunjin

Kinktober Masterlist

Word Count: 2800

Warnings: MDNI, 18+ ONLY, Explicit sexual content, Mild BDSM themes (wax play), Adult language

No summary just smut under the cut

Hyunjin stepped into your apartment on a cold, windy October night. He was still in his sexy vampire costume from a shoot with his members earlier that evening. "Y/N?" he called out as he shut the door, taking in the dimly lit surroundings. "Desire" by Hucci played softly in the background. Hyunjin noticed various candles set up around your apartment.

He licked his lips nervously, his eyes darting around the room. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows on the walls, creating an intimate atmosphere that made his heart race. He could feel the tension building as he wondered what you had planned for the evening. "Babe! You here?" he called out again, beginning to make his way down the dark hallway to your bedroom. Suddenly, your curvaceous figure, illuminated only by candlelight, came into view as you approached from the opposite end of the hallway and all the blood instantly rushed to his groin.

Your eyes locked with Hyunjin's, a mischievous smile playing on your lips as you sauntered towards him. The candlelight accentuated your curves, casting alluring shadows across your body. Hyunjin's breath caught in his throat, his vampire costume suddenly feeling too tight as he watched you approach. The anticipation of what was to come made his heart race even faster.

You approached Hyunjin slowly, your fingers trailing along the wall as you walked. The candlelight flickered across your face, highlighting the hunger in your eyes. As you reached him, you placed a hand on his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat beneath your palm. "Hyunjin," you purred, your voice low and sultry. "I've been waiting for you." Your free hand reached up to caress his face, your thumb brushing over his full bottom lip. The tension between you was palpable, electric. You leaned in closer, your lips barely grazing his ear. "I have something special planned for tonight," you whispered, your warm breath sending shivers down his spine.

Hyunjin's eyes widened, his pulse quickening at your words. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly as he tried to compose himself. "What... what kind of special?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation evident in his tone. "You'll see. Follow me," you said as you brushed past him.

You led Hyunjin back into the living room, your fingers intertwined with his. The room was bathed in a warm, golden glow from more candles scattered around. In the center of the room, a large, plush bedding of pillows and sheets was neatly arranged on the floor, its crisp white sheets a stark contrast to the intimate lighting. You turned to face Hyunjin, your eyes gleaming with desire and a hint of mischief.

You tilted your head, your eyes taking in his long styled hair, the fake blood smeared on his lips, and the pale makeup on his handsome face. Your gaze then drifted over his all-black attire: dress pants and a button-up shirt with sleeves rolled up at the elbows. "Get naked for me," you said. Your voice wasn't commanding, but your words were clearly not to be questioned. Hyunjin's breath hitched, a mix of excitement and nervous energy coursing through his body. His fingers trembled slightly as he began to unbutton his shirt, his eyes never leaving yours. The vampire costume slowly fell away, revealing his toned chest and abs, glistening slightly in the candlelight.

Though Hyunjin typically took charge in the bedroom, tonight you had different plans. As he undressed, you reached for a nearby candle, its flame dancing hypnotically. With a sultry smile, you tilted the candle, allowing a few drops of warm wax to fall onto your palm. Hyunjin's eyes widened in concern. "Doesn't that hurt?" He instinctively reached for your hand, and you watched as he tried to wipe the wax off your skin. You smiled tenderly when Hyunjin kissed the palm of your hand. "It doesn't hurt, it feels good," you stated just as Hyunjin looked at you, realization hitting him.

"Are you okay with this?" you asked softly, your voice caring despite the intensity of the moment. Hyunjin watched you for a moment. You could tell he was truly thinking this over, and then he slowly nodded, his eyes dark with desire and trust. "Yes," he breathed, his voice husky with anticipation. "I trust you completely, my love." His words sent a thrill through you, igniting a fire in your core as you prepared to introduce him to this new, exhilarating experience. "Lie down for me?" you asked, your voice sounding innocent, but you were nothing of the sort. Hyunjin didn't hesitate; he moved to lay down on the plush pillows and blankets. His long, lean body stretched out in his full naked glory. The man was stunning and all yours.

Hyunjin watched intently as you removed your lingerie piece by piece, his arousal growing long and hard between his muscular thighs. Your eyes roamed his body, admiring his beauty, especially those dark, expressive eyes. You couldn't help but feel a surge of desire as you gazed into those pools, filled with trust and anticipation. With a gentle smile, you got on your knees beside him and leaned down, your lips hovering just above his. "Are you ready?" you whispered, your breath mingling with his.

Hyunjin's eyes fluttered closed for a moment, his chest rising and falling with anticipation. When he opened them again, they were filled with a mixture of desire and anticipation, "Yes," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm ready."

With a gentle nod, you picked up the special candle you had purchased solely for your handsome boyfriend to experience. You tilted it, allowing a single drop of warm wax to fall onto Hyunjin's chest. He gasped, his body arching slightly at the sudden sensation. The contrast between the heat of the wax and the cool air of the room sent shivers down his spine, igniting a fire within him that he had never experienced before.

You watched as Hyunjin's body responded to the sensation, his muscles tensing and relaxing in quick succession. Encouraged by his reaction, you let another drop fall, this time on his abdomen. Hyunjin's breath hitched, a low moan escaping his lips as the warmth spread across his skin.

As you continued to drip the wax, you watched Hyunjin's reactions closely, savoring every gasp and shudder. The candlelight danced across his skin, highlighting the beautiful patterns the wax created on his body. You leaned down, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, "You're doing so well, baby. How does it feel?"

Hyunjin's eyes fluttered open, his gaze meeting yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. "It's... incredible," he gasped, his voice husky with desire. "The heat, the anticipation... it's like nothing I've ever felt before." His hands clenched at his sides, his body trembling slightly as he fought the urge to touch you, to pull you closer.

Encouraged by his words and the raw desire evident in his eyes, you continued your sensual exploration. The wax created intricate patterns across Hyunjin's chest and abdomen, each drop eliciting a new gasp or moan from him. You leaned down, your lips hovering just above the hardened wax on his skin. With a mischievous smile, you began to trace the patterns with your tongue, alternating between the cool sensation of your mouth and the warmth of your breath.

Hyunjin's body writhed beneath you, his muscles tensing and relaxing with each sensual touch. The combination of the cooling wax and the warmth of your tongue sent waves of pleasure coursing through him. He moaned softly, his fingers tangling in your hair as he struggled to maintain his composure under your expert ministrations.

You set the candle down to move your wet mouth between his thighs, licking over his arousal with slow, deliberate strokes of your tongue. Hyunjin's hips bucked involuntarily, a low groan escaping his lips as he fought to maintain control. The contrast between the cooling wax on his chest and the warmth of your mouth drove him wild, his entire body trembling with need.

Despite his attempts to push himself deeper into your mouth, you didn't allow it. You kept teasing him, alternating between kisses and licks along his length, and picking up the candle to drip more wax onto his sensitive skin. The heat of the wax on his stomach and chest combined with the cool air on his wet skin created an exquisite contrast that had Hyunjin gasping and writhing beneath you. You reveled in the power you held over him, watching as his eyes rolled back in pleasure with each new sensation.

You moved to straddle him, positioning yourself over his waiting cock that was deliciously coated in your saliva. Hyunjin gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh almost painfully. "Y/N, let me feel you. Please, baby. Give me what I want," he begged. You smirked, enjoying the desperation in his voice and the full-blown need in his hungry eyes. Slowly, teasingly, you lowered yourself onto him, savoring the way he filled and stretched you completely. Hyunjin's head fell back, a deep moan escaping his lips as he finally felt your warmth enveloping him.

You kept the candle in hand as you slowly began to ride him, allowing his large hands to guide you. As you moved, you tilted the candle once more, letting a few drops of wax fall onto Hyunjin's chest. He gasped, his grip on your hips tightening as the sensation of heat and pleasure overwhelmed him. The combination of your rhythmic movements and the unpredictable drops of wax had Hyunjin trembling beneath you, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that made your heart race.

You dropped some wax onto your exposed breasts, Hyunjin's eyes eagerly watching you. The sight of you pleasuring yourself with the wax sent a jolt of electricity through his body. His hands roamed up your sides, fingers tracing the patterns left by the cooling wax on your skin until he was palming and grasping your breasts firmly. "You're so beautiful, so fucking warm and… perfect," he breathed, his voice filled with awe and desire. The combination of visual and physical stimulation pushed him closer to the edge, his hips bucking up to meet your every movement.

As the pleasure built, you leaned down, capturing Hyunjin's lips in a passionate kiss. The taste of the fake blood mingled with the sweetness of your shared desire. Hyunjin's hands tangled in your hair once again, pulling you closer as your bodies moved together in perfect synchronicity, the warmth of the candles and the heat of your passion enveloping you both.

"Fuck..." Hyunjin moaned into your open mouth, the candle forgotten as you set it down to finally put your hands on your man. Your hands slid over his tight muscles as he bucked his hips into yours harshly, making you cry out against his open mouth. The tension between you was electric, the air thick with passion and desire. Hyunjin's hands roamed your body, tracing every curve and dip as if committing it to memory. Your movements became more frenzied, both of you chasing the peak of pleasure that was rapidly approaching.

With a final, passionate thrust, Hyunjin pulled you close, his body trembling as he reached his climax. You followed soon after, waves of pleasure washing over you as you cried out his name. The warm mix of your juices with his hot cum felt so good where your bodies connected, you couldn't help but smile against Hyunjin's swollen lips. As your movements slowed, you collapsed onto his chest, both of you breathing heavily, bodies glistening with sweat and remnants of wax in the soft candlelight.

Hyunjin laughed softly against your skin. "Wow..." As you lay there, basking in the afterglow, Hyunjin's arms wrapped tightly around you, you couldn't help but smile. The warmth of his body, combined with the lingering scent of candles and sex filled the air around you both. You tilted your head to look at him, his eyes still dark with passion but now softened with love and contentment. "I should let you take more control in the bedroom..." he mumbled as your eyes met and you fought against the giggle bubbling up your throat.

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