#like it’s still pretty big while it’s soft

[morthstaar]

Please, PLEASE Tulpar crew x a very shy/introverted reader who is like crushing on the crew really hard but way too shy and embarrassed to tell them but like the crew starts to slowly catch on to them and the way they act different around them. Also I don't mean the crew as a whole I mean the separate characters 😭🙏🏽

ask and u shall receive 😈

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OH GOD, YOU CAN TELL?

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Captain Curly

-oh.. curly knew from the moment you laid eyes on him that you had the biggest crush on him.

-there is no slow realization.

-not at all oblivious to it.

-everytime your eyes would seemingly uncontrollably and totally unconsciously drift to him he would try to meet your gaze with a friendly, boyish smirk.

-does that happen? HELL NAH. you are much too shy to even look the captain in the eye.

-your little heart almost beats out of your chest at any interaction. little or big.

-"Hey, just the person I needed to see. I have a little favor to ask you."

-oh god. suddenly words seem hard to pronounce and the entirety of the english language is no where to be seen.

-after a few weeks, curly would definitely find this endearing.

-i feel like since curly is so outgoing, he would be very intrigued by someone who is the complete opposite.

-curly wouldn't act much different when it comes to you, due to maintaining professionalism as his role as captain.

-he may due small acts like making a cake simply to indulge in your sweet-tooth that he somehow knew about you.

-"oh, we just had extra packets of sugar. i just thought id bake something. you like cake right?"

-cheeky motherfucker.

Intern Daisuke

-dude is so so so oblivious even though you make it perfectly clear...

-you could be making like.. making out with the guy and he'd be like,

-"yoo, we are literally besties right?"

-deadass, he prolly had no idea you liked him for weeks.

-you could be laughing extra loud at his jokes then realize ur laughing too loud, look at him while he isn't looking at you, sneak an extra sweetener packet on his bed when he isn't around,,,,

-his ass still is clueless.

-it takes either curly or swansea's help to realize that you had a massive crush on him but were just to shy to say something.

-once he realizes, he is now all over you and following you around like a lost puppy. not nonchalant at ALL.

-literally tries to pick up the polle statue to show his 'guns' but the statue moves only an inch..

-now he is hyper aware of your actions and reactions, he finds your shyness just SO CUTE WTFFF.

-compliments you to see what you would do.

-"man, have you always been this hot or is it just the sweetener talking?"

-runs away.....

-would steal sweetener packets just for you two to share :)

Nurse Anya

-i feel like she notices how different you act around her, but she just thinks its because you two are good friends.

-she never assumes anything, just her friend being friendly.

-even though you sometimes make it unintentionally obvious..

-like this one time you recommend her a book from your quarters library and her fingers lightly grazed yours reaching for it.

-oh shit. her soft hands touched yours. oh god what does a normal person do in this situation??

-"thank you for the-oh... book."

-well, they don't smile awkwardly, sweat pouring down their face and leave in a hurry with the book still in their hand.

-anya isn't stupid or completely oblivious by any means. she definitely knew from this encounter of your little crush on her.

-she is quite flattered honestly. someone so similar to her truly likes her?

-when she fully processes this information, she is very subtle with how she shows her affection back.

-during check-ups, she sometimes gives you a treat from one of her desk drawers for being a good patient.

-other times she lets you join her late at night in the lounge to just look at the pretty night time screen.

-"this makes me miss home. it's so beautiful."

-you'd look over at her and her eyes are not on the screen, far from it actually.

-her eyes are on you.

-so this is what a heart attack feels like..

Mechanic Swansea

-unpopular hot-take, swansea is actually a dilf and he often has younger men/women confess their feelings to him.

-so because of that headcanon, swansea definitely knows how you feel from the first time y'all met.

-your eyes would subconsciously peek at his open shirt revealing his chest. suspiciously, whenever he would look back, you quickly turn away shyly...

-he immediately thinks he is way to old for this shit. he just got out of a divorce and prolly never wanted to try again. especially with someone younger.

-"what is with this damn younger generation with old people.."

-he tries to avoid you even though you two are co-workers and.. work together. on the same ship.

-as weeks go by, your shyness starts to grow on this grumpy man. he... he thinks it's endearing in a sense..

-he rather likes how reserved you are, and how are aren't as loudmouthed as daisuke.

-he won't act much different to you, but according to the rest of the crew it is obvious.

-swansea leaves little sticky notes reminding you to eat or sleep because and the sticky note quotes,,

-"..the crew doesn't need you passin' out while doin' your job. so eat or i will make you."

-swansea is also much more soft-spoken with you than anyone else.

-he has never raised his voice or spoken down on you. his usual brashness and snarky remarks are now toned down (but not entirely) around you.

-"hey. i didn't say you had to leave, did i? stop puttin' words in my damn mouth and sit."

Co-captain Jimmy

-jimmy prolly doesn't even acknowledge you at first.

-you could be looking at him, thinking he doesn't know that your eyes are skimming over his face and body.

-oh but jimmy.. he does know,,, but he never shows that he does.

-he likes the attention on him. your eyes looking him over when she doesn't even know that he is soaking it up.

-im sorry but he definitely gets off to the fact that you are shy and get flustered easily.

-he loves how malleable and submissive you are due to your shyness. and he uses it to his advantage.

-he shows his affection strongly after he knows your crush.like sometimes he would purposefully follow you places and when you turn around he'd be like..

-"do you mind? you're in my way.."

-i feel like he wouldn't know how to properly express his feelings so he would be kind of unnecessarily mean and cruel.

-and after he would be mean he would be nice and extra affectionate so you would still like him.

-like you could be working on something and is critical about your work.

-"are you serious? tsk.. move, since you clearly cannot perform a basic task."

-then later he's like..

-"im glad someone on this ship is helpful, like you."

-basically, he purposefully plays with your feelings to get you to confess bc i feel like he likes when women cone to him.....

[rinachains]

"Mhm, should I shave?"

Toji's question makes you look up from your phone, only to be greeted by the sight of him staring into the mirror, rubbing his hand along the lower part of his face, turning it from side to side.

You level him with a deadpan face.

"You ask this now? After I've already complained to you several times in the past weeks?"

Toji being lazy is nothing new, and while he does take good care of himself (most of the time), there are certain things he tends to put off - things like shaving. Selectively lazy, you called him once, and he just shrugged.

Over the course of a few weeks, he has grown a stubble, and while you don't actually mind the look - in fact, you find that he looks a little too good with it -, it scratches your skin whenever he kisses you, whether it is on your face or on other parts of your body.

Ignoring your remark, he makes his way to the couch you’re lying on, leans over the headrest and throws an arm around your shoulders, his lips coming close to your face; but before they can make contact with you, you put a hand against his face and push him away.

"Nope. You're shaving first."

Your partner exhales unnecessarily loudly and grabs your wrist to remove your hand from his face. He clicks his tongue as he throws his head back into his neck.

"Too tired."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah,” he replies, lazily scratching the subject of your disdain.

You cross your arms over your chest, purse your lips, and narrow your eyes. You set your phone aside as an idea pops into your head.

"Then I'll do it."

And that's how you end up in your shared bathroom, with him sitting down on a small stool – which makes for a ridiculous picture since his bulky frame can barely fit on it and you're afraid it's about to break under his weight - while you stand in front of him, applying some shaving cream to his stubble.

Toji is wearing a loose tank top that shows off the bulging muscles in his big arms and his defined pecs, and a pair of gray sweatpants - a supposedly thoughtless combination that he pulled out of his closet, but he is more than aware of the effect this look has on you.

You stifle a snort as you notice him subtly flexing his muscles, obviously enticing you to admire them.

You instruct him to stay still as you hold a sharp tool against his face - but as predicted, the insufferably touchy man grabs at your waist, massages your thighs, playfully pinches your sides - the asshole that he is, he wants to see you squirm and hear you yelp.

"I'm gonna accidentally cut you if you don't keep your hands to yourself," you grumble, trying to slap his hands away and rolling your eyes when they don't bulge from where they rest. "Seriously. Control yourself."

"Can you blame me?" Toji counters, his grin all smug and mischief glinting in his forest green eyes as he cocks his head, "I like it when you take care of me."

As if to further prove that statement, his arms wrap around the back of your knees, holding onto them in a stone grip. Your mouth falls open to scold him again, but the warmth of his touch makes you close it and go soft. Bastard.

“Y’know, you're not bad at this," he chimes in, raising a brow at you, "you've done this for other men before?"

"Oh yeah, just last week for boyfriend number two."

Toji grunts, mouth pressed into a flat frown.

"Not funny."

"You're the one who asked a stupid question," you sing, nodding in his direction. "Besides, I should ask if I'm the first one to do this for you."

"You are,” he immediately replies, "wouldn't let anyone else get that close to my face with that thing."

You hum, "So you trust me. How sweet."

He grunts, again. You're pretty close to making fun of his dad noises.

"Do you actually not like my stubble?"

"It tickles and burns when you kiss me."

"You'd get over it."

"I'll stop kissing you if you keep it."

"…You don't mean that."

"You know I do."

Once he missed picking up Megumi from daycare because he fell asleep in front of the TV; so you, as petty as you are, decided to deprive him of all hugs and kisses, and walked away the moment he approached you, tried to reach out and pull you into the confines of his strong arms. You managed to last a week before your resolve crumbled. You blame the fact that you were ovulating during that week and the dejected looks he kept giving you.

Averting his eyes to the side, he gestures to you with a wave, "Aren't y'supposed to love me the way I am?"

"Sure, but my love grows even stronger when I can kiss you without any damage."

“So I’m harming you with that? Way to make me feel bad, I liked the look.”

"Grown man," you mumble under your breath, moving his head to the other side with a bit more force than probably needed - but still careful, of course. "Be glad that I'm doing this for you. Otherwise, you'd probably walk around with a full beard."

At that he squints his eyes.

"What's wrong with that?"

"You'd look too much like a man."

His nose scrunches up, the corners of his mouth drop down - that's his grumpy face.

"What's that supposed to mean? I am a man."

"Yeah, my handsome, pretty man who doesn't have a beard that will give me a bad rash.”

A huff leaves him, only emphasizing his grumbling.

"...Whatever."

His head tilts, allowing you to carefully run the razor across the lower part of his face and the underside of his chiselled jaw. He leans into your touch, letting himself be vulnerable despite the supposed simplicity of the task.

You know what it means to be able to do that to him. It's not as insignificant as it might seem at first.

A few seconds of silence go by, but then, "Can I kiss you now?”

So needy.

When you first started seeing each other, Toji was all cocky and nonchalant, but when you finally got together, he started clinging to you, following you around like a lost puppy who refuses to let you out of his sight. It's endearing, you suppose - especially since you (and everyone else) didn't expect him to act this way.

"I'm not done yet."

All of a sudden he leans back to free himself from your grasp and get out of your reach, now holding both your wrists in his calloused palms as he stares directly into your eyes, forcing you into a silent debate. Finally, you let out a tired sigh, though you can't stop a grin from tugging at the corners of your lips.

"Okay, just one quick ki-"

Before you can finish your sentence, the plush of his lips meets yours and you melt into each other, not even noticing the shaving cream on his face transfer to yours. Instead of pushing him away this time, you instinctively deepen the kiss and wrap your arms around his neck, letting him nibble on your lower lip until he slowly pulls away.

His mouth twitches as he opens his eyes and zeroes in on a certain spot. A finger comes up to your face, wipes something away, and then shows the shaving cream on it that came from your face.

"Want me to shave your stubble too?"

The slap you give his broad shoulder doesn't move him a millimeter, but it makes him shake with laughter.

"Shut up."

[wanders-in-wonderland]

Glocking Out

Friday night should mean a cozy night in with a TV show and a bowl of ice cream. But instead, here I am, working late in the office, trying to finish a project to deliver to my boss by Monday morning. There’s no one else in the office, and when I finally finish up nearing midnight, the entire corporate building is empty, lights long dimmed.

I drag myself out of the building, ready to get home and collapse into bed to sleep for the entire weekend. The click of my heels is the only sound that rings through the night as I exit the elevator into the parking garage and let out a tired sigh into the quiet air.

I click my car fob and open my trunk as I approach the car, tossing my purse into the back and digging around to look for a pair of slippers to change into. I’m absolutely too tired to make the drive home in heels and the idea of fuzzy slippers around my feet is the only thing keeping me sane right now.

While I’m still bent over, buried head-first in my trunk, I suddenly feel a presence behind me. Before I can react, I feel the cold, hard press of metal against my back and the ominous click of a gun’s safety coming off. I freeze in terror and my throat pushes out a pathetic whimper of fear.

I hear a deep laugh echo around me and a man’s voice, “Stay still, princess. I’d hate to paint the inside of your trunk with your blood.” A big, warm hand presses against my spine, pushing me even further into the trunk while the gun digs uncomfortably against me.

I let out a choked gasp, “What do you want? Take my purse! I have cash, take whatever you want, please don’t hurt me!” My voice is shaky and I can feel tremors of fear wrack my body.

He laughs again. “Oh, princess, I don’t want money. But I will be taking whatever I want from you,” he purrs, the innuendo clear in his voice. His hand leaves my back to run down my body and he grips my ass hard before landing a harsh spank against me. I whine out a plea, “No! Please! Please, just let me go!”

“No can do, princess. A pretty little thing like you, all alone, in the middle of the night with no one around. It’s like you’re beckoning to me,” he growls as his hand continues to knead my ass over the skirt I’m wearing. Tears are in my eyes now as I stare blankly into my trunk, my face pressed against the rough car trunk mat.

Moments later, he threads a hand through my hair and grips me hard, pulling me out of the trunk and onto my feet. He spins me around and for the first time, I get a good look at him.

He’s huge, in both size and height, his massive frame towering over me. Even without the gun, he could probably break me easily, and that thought sends more fear slithering down my spine. His eyes are filled with a sadistic gleam that makes me want to curl up and hide. A harsh yank from his hand in my hair makes me cry out in pain and he leads me to the passenger side of the car.

“Get in the car and don’t do anything stupid. I’d hate to have to kill you before we have any real fun,” he says menacingly. I slide into the car on shaky legs and he slams the door shut. He makes his way to the driver side and without another word, he peels out of the parking garage.

A little while later, he pulls the car off the main road onto a tiny trail that I’d never even noticed before. Several minutes of random turns and paths in the pitch black forest that I would never be able to remember or identify bring us to a tiny little cabin. It would be quaint if it weren’t inhabited by the psychopath holding me at gunpoint.

He drags me out of the car, the gun never leaving my side and we step into the cabin. He herds me into the bedroom and the door clicks shut behind us. The room is awash in a soft yellow light and decorated in soft fall tones that, in any other circumstance, would be incredibly romantic.

He smiles with a sparkle in his terrifyingly sadistic eyes and a shiver runs down my spine. “Strip for me,” he says as he steps back to sit at the edge of the bed, gun still leveled at me.

I shake my head desperately, “No, please! Please, anything but that, please!”

He laughs at me, “Come on, pretty princess, I’m not a patient man. Either you strip for me or it gets ugly.”

Tears well up in my eyes and I blink them back. I glance towards the door, I’m closer to it than he is, maybe if I can surprise him, I can get out of the room before he gets a chance to stop me.

He sees my line of thinking and chuckles again. “You might outrun me but you can’t outrun a bullet, princess.”

His words land like a punch to my stomach and I look back at him with defeat. My shaky hands move to the buttons of my blouse as I comply with his initial request. He smiles.

I pull off my top and slide it off my shoulders before going to unzip my skirt and stand before him in my bra, panties, and stockings.

“Bra off, leave the rest on,” he says, his voice deep with desire. “Come here,” he commands, gesturing towards the floor between his legs with the gun.

I unclasp the bra and let it drop to the floor, where I fix my gaze. I pad towards him and stand in front of him for a moment before I lower myself down to my knees, my form fitting into his spread legs.

“Fuck, you look so good like this, princess. Such a good girl,” his deep voice sends shivers down my spine. I keep my gaze on the floor, not wanting to make eye contact with him. He doesn’t like that.

I feel the cold metal of the gun slide beneath my chin and I gasp as he raises my head with his gun. My wide eyes meet his and I see the satisfaction in his gaze as it locks onto mine. He leaves the gun against me as he jerks his chin downwards. “Take my cock out, princess.”

I glance down and see the outline of his hardness pressing against his pants. He looks huge. He sucks his teeth at me, “Come on, don’t keep me waiting now.”

My fingers shake as I undo his belt and the fastening on his pants before I reach in and pull his hard cock out. I let out a quiet whine when I see it. He is huge, tip already leaking precum and an angry shade of red that looks so mean. I shouldn’t be turned on by my attacker’s cock but I absentmindedly lick my lips and I catch the leer on his face that makes my thighs clench.

“You know what to do, princess,” he purrs, tangling his free hand into my hair. I give in and lean down to run my tongue gently along the vein that runs through his cock. He tastes divine, the clean smell of his skin combined with the warmth and weight of his cock in my mouth making my brain go fuzzy. I hear him groan above me, “That’s it, suck my cock, princess.”

I give him a few more kitten licks before I wrap my lips fully around the crown of his cock and suck. “Fuck,” his groan is guttural and his grip tightens on my hair. I moan softly around his cock and I feel him twitch in my mouth. I breathe in through my nose as I swallow more of his cock down my throat.

“Fuck, that’s it, good girl. Take my cock down your throat,” he groans and his fingers dig harshly into my scalp. I slowly work my way back up his cock and set a smooth rhythm, bobbing my head up and down and wrapping my hand around what doesn’t fit into my mouth. There’s a pleasant haze that surrounds me right now, his cock in my mouth and his fingers in my hair. I squirm a little on my knees, my pussy clenching as warmth settles into my core.

Suddenly, he yanks me off his cock without warning. I gasp and look up at him. “I want you to ride me,” he says, smirking at me and gesturing toward the bed with his gun. The gun that I’d almost forgotten about. Seeing it now sends another shock of fear through my body, pushing away some of the arousal from earlier.

He lays back onto the bed, sprawled out like a king, hard cock jutting out from between his legs. I absentmindedly clench my thighs together and I know he noticed because he laughs. “Come on, princess. I know you want to.”

I stand and slide my panties off before slipping onto the bed, slinging a leg over him to get situated. He stays still, watching me with a predatory look in his eye, gun now retrained on me. “That’s it, princess,” he purrs as I settle myself over him.

“Is your pretty pussy wet for me?” He asks. I want to lie and say no but it’s no use, I’m so wet I’m dripping all over him. I whimper and nod and he laughs again. “Better put that pussy to use then, come on, ride me, princess.”

I brace my hands against his chest and lower myself onto his cock. The delicious stretch of him filling me makes me whine and I dig my fingers into his chest. He moans at the feeling of my wet heat surrounding him and his hips come up to meet mine, forcing the last bit of his cock into me.

He feels so fucking good inside of me and every single cell of my body wants more. I let out a low moan as my hips start to move, every single movement making his cock rub up against my g-spot. “That’s it, ride my cock, princess.”

I let out a broken moan as my hips keep up their movements. My back arches and I let my eyes flutter closed as I lose myself in the sensations. Suddenly, I feel cold, hard metal brush against my clit and my eyes fly open with a cry.

I look down and my blood freezes when I see him, running the tip of the gun against my clit. He grins up at him, a maniacal gleam in his eyes. “Don’t stop now, princess. You’re doing so well, I’m gonna help you and play with this little clitty.”

I whimper as he pushes the gun harder against my sensitive, swollen nub, the friction making delicious shivers run up and down my spine.

“Come on, princess. You’re going to cum all over my cock while I rub your clit with my gun,” he says, each pass of the gun over my clit pushing me closer and closer to an orgasm.

The fear and pleasure mix into a dark combination that forces my body higher and higher. I can feel the cold metal of the gun warming against the burning heat of my cunt and every nerve in my body seems to be coiled tight as a spring. My hips are jerkily moving on top of him as I chase my own release.

Suddenly, he moves underneath me and slams him cock deeper into me while holding me down. I shatter with a wail as my pussy clenches around him. I hear his curse as his release quickly follows, his hips never stopping their relentless assault on me and the gun never moving off my clit as he fucks me through my orgasm.

Eventually, he pulls the gun away and I collapse down onto his chest, boneless and limp. I feel his fingers thread through my hair gently and his arm comes up to wrap around my body, keeping me pressed against his chest.

“Such a good girl for me,” he murmurs into my hair as he presses soft kisses into the crown of my head. I make a soft noise back at him and I hear him laugh softly and affectionately.

I stay in his arms a little longer before I raise my head to look at him. “Thank you, honey,” I say before pressing a sweet kiss onto his chest.

He hugs me tighter, “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I will say, you were in the office for so long, I was soooo bored waiting for you.”

I giggle at him, “If I’d known you were waiting, I would’ve finished faster.” He huffs and rolls his eyes, “Well I think I did a pretty good job helping you “glock” out.” He waggles his eyebrows at me and I choke out a laugh.

“Shut up and sleep.”

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pls appreciate the title because i thought of it and just had to write something to fit it teehee

[nanahachi3]

1 am | y.J

Jungwon: 1 am sex is the best, but sleeping with your best friend's sister can be risky when her brother is sleeping in the next room.

Warning: smut, suggestive, angst, fluff, brother's best friend, older jungwon x younger reader, age gap if of 1 year.

1 a.m. is a strange hour when sleep seems elusive. The night was still young, and your breath grew heavier as you snuggled up to the pretty boy beside you.

Yang Jungwon lay next to you on the soft mattress, while the blanket was crumpled somewhere in the distance, and the air felt chilly. He gently stroked your hair that was resting on the pillowcase, careful not to speak a word since your older brother was sleeping in the next room.

Laughter bubbled up between you two as you tried to stifle it, knowing how loud you could both be when together. Your brother, Sunoo, was just on the other side of the wall. You were born in 2005, making you two years younger than him, and as an overprotective brother, he often restricted your friendships—to be fair, he had reasons for it.

This night was not different from the other nights. Jungwon was here to meet you again, or could it lead to something else?

However, Jungwon was a different story. As Sunoo's best friend, he frequently visited your house, and over time, you and Jungwon grew closer. This newfound closeness led to late-night sneaky dates, and soon, you both found yourselves in a relationship meant to remain a secret from Sunoo.

You pulled away from his embrace making him feel confused as you sit on top of him. You grind yourself on his clothed Dick.

He let out a whimper. Your eyes looked a bit of a siren today instead of usual doe eyes. You smirked and opened his belt leaving him in a surprise.

“Oh god damn you” jungwon fists were wrapped up on your sheets he looked like a pretty boy who was begging his girl to fuck him right now.

You laughed at his patheticess and you removed your panties that were on and the big jumper that belonged to him That was adoring your body a few minutes ago was now removed and lying on the cold floor.

The 1 am was now 1: 13 am and the snores of your brother was getting louder as you were now all naked on top of Jungwon as a goddess his cheeks were flushed he could not belive that a goddess like you was his.

Jungwon could explode at any moment if you sat on his hardened Cock as you lift your hips and your wet cunt was now inside him. His dick was between your walls he wasn't moving as you weren't moving either which was taking his patience at a stew now.

His nails Were digging up to your thighs he winced giving you a signalling to you ride him.

“Move”

“You want me to move?”

“Mmh please baby”

You smirked and leaned down a bit to give him a peck on his plump lips.

Teasing him a bit you stripped your bra away your tits were his favourite part of the body. Your tits were bouncing as you slowly started moving on his hardened dick.

He moaned that was much louder than yours your eyed were rolled up as you continued rocking your hips onto his dick and you leaned and gave him a kiss to muffled down his moans.

“Be a good boy wonnie we don't want to wake up ny brother hmm?” You whispered into his ears and his eyes lingered on you as he nodded weakly.

His fingers were wrapped around your throat trying to choke you. Your hips were pumping in and out milking him Dry he was the one who always cum first but today you weren't letting hin go easily.

Taking the poor life off the poor desperate guy who was just lying On your bed as You continued to place with his dick.

He let out a whimpers you slapped his cheeks lightly telling him to stop whimpering Tha much.

If sunoo finds out this incident he Won't let you go easily and worse thing he could even Kill jungwon.

“Ahhh fuck fuck princess shit You are so good”

You could feel twitching inside you. He was so close to his climax so you Instantly pulled out As you didn't wanted him to cum all over your insides and make You pregnant.

His Eyes opened as he realised that he was no longer inside you. Your liquid dripped between your thighs.

The rain began to fall, gently at first, as soft drops danced upon the pavement. Gradually, the rhythm intensified, drumming on the concrete road.

Jungwon embraced you and kissed your lips as he looked over at the clock it was 2:00 am Now.

“We'll I guess we managed to hide our little thrill from your brother”

You laughed “haha I guess we did sneak away from him let's clean ourself hmm?”

After sometime you and jungwon were inside the shower as the water fall onto your skin as the inches of the hot stream let out a relaxed feeling onto your body.

The stick Fluids were washed away from your body now. “Let me shampoo your hair?” He smiled at you.

You nodded and let him shampoo Your hair as he washed away the dirt and sweat from your hair and after few minutes you guys were done with your cleaning routine.

You both changed into a neat Pair of clothing and laid down on the bed as You slept In solace in each other embrace.

Golden rays of sunlight cascaded through the window, gently illuminating the soft contours of your face as you nestled into the warmth of your bed.

The light danced across your skin, casting a warm glow that enveloped you in a serene embrace, inviting a sense of peace and comfort.

Soon, that peace and comfort was disrupted when the door to your room opened, revealing a certain person who looked similar to you and had some fox-like facial features.

Sunoo's eyes widened at the sight of you and Jungwon sleeping together on your bed.

““Y/n and Jungwon!?” he exclaimed, his voice rising in disbelief as he clenched his fist tightly, knuckles turning white with tension.

Oh boy you guys are a goner now.

[glokyo]

sooo seductive!!!!!!!!

(med smut, don’t be scared.)

warnings: foodplay, tinyyyy overstimulation, pussy eating/ cunnilingus, tongue piercing, cum play, dirty talk, slight degradation.

synopsis: she so sweet, make her wanna lick the wrapper

18+

There are some things that get under Satoru's sweet skin. When I say that, I don't mean little pet peeves or stupid things that push his buttons- i'm talking full on rage triggers that'll set his blood boiling hotter than the sun. But the one thing about you that drives him absolutely fucking bat shit- his mind just couldn't stop wandering to those lush pink lips of yours. Wrapped so pretty around those big cherry lollipops.

See, you're not hard to see through. Satoru knows the real kind of girl you are. The sorta nasty, cock-crazed vixen who can't keep her pretty lips off anything phallic for more than 5 minutes.

Just yesterday, he caught you doing it again. Slobbering over that big fat cherry loli you love so much. Working that thick candy with your luscious lips in a show meant justttt for him- while he laid back, stroking his meaty cock to the sexy display, something he could never keep his eyes off of.

"Dirty bitch," He'd purred more than once like a cat begging for attention, watching in rapture as a thick saliva-syrup string drip salaciously down your chin, cheeks hollowed as you suck the sweet remnants of your favorite sugary treat off the stick it clings onto.

"Look at you... look at yourself. You love this shit, huh? You love getting all sticky and covered in these dirty treats, doncha babygirl?" He murmur, tilting his head against the headboard of the bed, mouth agape. "Betcha can't wait to get stuffed the proper way, hmm?"

Oh, but you'd just blink those long lashes all faux innocence, feigning shock at his raunchy suggestion. Even if your wandering hand would dip below your skirt, giving that puffy little cunt a few teasing squeezes in anticipation for promises of later.

It's not like Satoru never seen a girl eat candy before. Hell, hoes would do anything for his attention with any amount of suggestive food play. But there's something about you.. and the way you work your fucking lips so casual- like it's fucking nothing. The way your tongue darts out to taste the candy, swirling around. The soft 'pop' when you pull it out your mouth, the way your lips are stained in a deep, kissable, delicious red...

Anyone would lose their mind over that and Satoru for sure has. That mouth was made to suck cock, no question. No doubt. Each time he saw you- all throat on that loli, his traitorous eyes would get all hazy. Couldn't and damn sure wouldn't focus for shit. Between imagining how you'd hollow out those ripe cheeks nice and tight around his thick meat. Or that wicked little tongue swirling around his swollen cockhead, savoring every salty inch with your usual enthusiasm. There was no fucking use in trying to focus on anything but those tantalizing thoughts for the rest of his day. Satoru lost track of how many times he would have to hastily excuse himself to rub one out. Spewing his creamy load all over the place, fantasizing about your cum-splattered face and glazed over eyes, mouth still frozen in a tiny 'O' shape. Satoru's jazzed so many angry, frustrated loads thinking about the juicy lil mouth of yours.

Satoru got home after running errands- and you're at it again, without fail. You looked so fucking good sucking on that dumb loli. Truth be told, Satoru was getting crazy watching you suck that big thing down. So much so that he ended up pouncing, flipping you onto your back with a surprised squeal, smirking wickedly as he tore away your bow panties and pinning those smooth thighs open in one smooth motion.

Knowing Toru', he's never been the one to beat around the bush. He popped the loli from your mouth and immediately dragged the wet loli straight up the length of your drenched slit, parting your swollen folds with it. "That's a good girl... such.. a good girl." He praised mockingly, poking and pressing it against your equally swollen clit.

"Can never get enough of these pretty little holes getting stuffed and stuffed, aint that right, princess?" he drawled, grin cocky as ever.

He grounds the loli harder against your sweet nub, eliciting a yummy mewl from you. "Sooo sensitive, baby.." he purred.

The sweetly-scented lollipop was practically dripping in your dewy essence after just a few sinuous swirls around your entrance. Satoru couldn't resist yanking the lollipop out and bringing the tasty treat to his own lips, moaning in deep satisfaction as he wrapped his pierced tongue around the sugary orb- the most delectable after-taste tang of pussy sugar.

"Mhmm, y'taste s'fuckin good, don't you, you messy little whore?" He groaned in open rapture between messy licks and slurps. "Sweeter than any fucking candy."

After licking up every last drop of your cum from that now useless cherry lollipop, he tossed it aside without a second thought. The sugary treat glaze trickling from your swollen folds down to that adorable lil rosebud that was just begging to be played with. With a heady grunt of real approval, he flattened his broad palms against the supple flesh of your gorgeous thighs, spreading your trembling legs impossibly wider to grant unobstructed access.

"Fuuckkk, look at this greedy-.. mmmfff.." He immediately leaned in, pressing his mouth against your drenched slit, tongue darting out to lap up every drop of your glistening arousal like it was a last meal. The metal ball of his piercing dragged over your swollen nub in agonizingly slow circles, drawing out those beautiful broken whimpers.

"That feel good, baby?" He whispered between slurps, flattening his tongue against you, sounding like a true animal as he growled and breathed heavily against your cunt.

[moonselune]

Shadowheart has a line at the reunion party when romanced (I think it is Tav body type dependent? Idk?) where if you hug her she says something along the lines of “I almost got lost in those big arms of yours” and I just wanted to give her the biggest; ribcage smashing-lifted-off-the-ground-bear hug, complete with a gentle back-and-fourth-rocking ever and Im curious if you’d be so inclined to write that for me? Pretty please? The High Harper deserves one too while we are at it. (If you dont mind?) As always, thank you very much, the writing you produce is 99% of the reason I have this app installed

yes yes yes yes yes and omg that is so sweet to say ahaha xo

Karlach:

The party was in full swing, a heady mix of relief and revelry weaving through the camp. The weight of the Elder Brain's destruction still lingered, but for now, it was overshadowed by laughter, music, and the clinking of mugs. You drifted through the celebration, exchanging smiles and small talk, but your attention kept slipping back to her, to Karlach.

She stood a little apart from the crowd, her fiery presence impossible to miss even in the flickering firelight. The flames dancing in the brazier nearby seemed to compete with the soft glow of her infernal engine, a reminder of her strength and her struggles. She had a tankard in her hand, though she wasn’t drinking, her gaze instead lingering on you. When your eyes met, her lips quirked into a grin—a little shy, a little knowing.

It hit you like a hammer to the chest. After everything—every battle fought, every near-death experience, every heartache—you still had her. And gods, you loved her.

You didn’t think. You just moved.

Crossing the distance between you in a few quick strides, you saw her expression shift from surprise to unbridled joy.

“Babe—” she started, but whatever she’d meant to say was lost when you wrapped your arms around her in a crushing hug.

She let out a startled laugh, her tankard slipping from her hand and landing forgotten in the dirt as you tackled her. Her arms naturally wrapped back around you, the heat of her skin seeping through your clothes as you held her tight.

“Damn, soldier,” Karlach said, her voice breathless with laughter. “You trying to break my bones, or are you just showing off?”

She was so solid, so real in your embrace, her engine humming gently against your chest. The ache in your ribs from the pressure didn’t matter. All that mattered was her.

“You caught me staring, didn’t you?” she said, the teasing edge in her voice tempered with warmth. Her fingers curled into the back of your shirt as you gently rocked her side to side, the motion soothing and overwhelming all at once. “I was trying to be subtle.”

“Subtle doesn’t suit you,” you replied, your voice thick with affection. “And I don’t care who sees.”

She huffed out a laugh, burying her face against your shoulder. “You’re lucky I like this whole ‘overwhelming force of affection’ thing you’ve got going on.”

You pulled back just enough to look at her, still holding her as though you might never let her go.

“I love you,” you said, your voice low but steady, carrying the weight of every unspoken word. “So much it hurts sometimes.”

Her smile softened, her rough edges melting away for a moment as she cupped your face with one hand. “I know. I love you too, Y/N. More than anything.”

Her cheeks were flushed—not from exertion, but from the raw, unguarded love shining in her eyes. Karlach, who had seen the worst of the world and still managed to burn so brightly. Karlach, who loved fiercely, deeply, even when she feared she might lose it all.

“Come on,” she said, tugging you toward the firelight, her grin returning. “If you’re going to keep holding me like that, we might as well make the others jealous.”.

Minthara:

The reunion party was lively, filled with familiar faces and the warmth of camaraderie forged through blood and fire. Months had passed since the fall of the Elder Brain, and the world was beginning to heal. Tonight, the air buzzed with celebration, with toasts raised to victories won and losses mourned. Yet amidst the laughter and cheer, your attention was snagged by a figure lingering at the edge of the festivities.

Minthara.

She was every bit as striking as she was when you first laid eyes on her as a commander of the absolute, her imposing frame a shadow against the firelight, her white hair catching the glow like silver threads. She stood with her arms crossed, her expression carved from stone, but her eyes betrayed her. They flicked to you, sharp and assessing, before darting away as though she’d been caught. When she did it again a moment later, lingering just a heartbeat too long, her lips curled into something that could have been a scowl—if not for the faintest quirk of amusement at the corner.

That was all the invitation you needed.

You grinned to yourself and started toward her. Minthara noticed your movement immediately, her gaze snapping to yours. Her posture stiffened, her expression hardening into something halfway between defiance and irritation.

“My love,” she said in a low, warning tone as you closed the distance, her silver eyes narrowing. “Don’t even think about it.”

But you didn’t stop, and before she could react further, you swept her into your arms. She hissed in protest, her body rigid as you crushed her against you in a bear hug that would’ve lifted anyone else clean off their feet. She was solid as stone against you, the heat of her seething palpable. Her nails dug lightly into your shoulders, but it was half-hearted—she wasn’t really trying to make you let go.

“Unhand me, you fool!” she growled, her voice low and biting. “This is undignified. Ridiculous! What will they think?”

Her body language screamed fury, but there it was—a crack in the armor. A flicker of something else on her lips, so faint it could almost be missed. Almost. You leaned in slightly, your cheek brushing hers as you whispered, “They’ll think you love me.”

Her breath hitched for a moment before she regained her composure. “I will make you regret this, my love,” she hissed, though her voice lacked true venom. “Oh, you will pay for this humiliation.”

You pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, the grin on your face utterly unrepentant. “I can’t wait.”

She bared her teeth in what could almost be called a snarl, but her expression betrayed her. The faintest upward curve of her lips, the slightest softening around her eyes—she was smiling. Despite herself, despite her growled protests and pointed glares, she was smiling.

“You’re impossible,” she muttered, shaking her head as though the sheer force of her irritation might dispel you.

“And you love me for it,” you teased, lowering her gently back to the ground but refusing to let her go entirely.

Her hands slid down to rest on your arms, her grip firm but no longer threatening. She leaned closer, her silver eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sent a thrill through you.

“Enjoy your victory, my love,” she said softly, her voice like velvet laced with steel. “Because when this night is over, I will remind you what it means to misbehave.”

You smirked, your tone light but tinged with affection. “I’m counting on it.”

For a moment, the noise of the party faded into the background, leaving only the two of you. Her irritation still simmered, her pride still bristling, but beneath it all was something warmer, something undeniable. You could see it in the way her fingers lingered on your arms, in the way her gaze softened just enough when she looked at you. She could try to hide it, could seethe and grumble all she liked, but that small, traitorous smile gave her away every time.

You laughed, pressing a quick kiss to her temple before she could stop you.

“Come on,” you said, tugging her gently toward the firelight. “At least pretend to have fun. For me?”

She sighed heavily, her lips twitching in what might have been an eye roll. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you love me,” you shot back, grinning.

Her smile grew, ever so slightly, and she didn’t argue. Instead, she let you lead her toward the others, her fingers brushing yours as she walked beside you.

Lae'zel:

The celebration was a storm of laughter, music, and the clinking of mugs. The defeat of the Elder Brain had given the world a fragile, precious reprieve, and the people gathered here—friends, allies, lovers—were determined to savor it. Yet as the firelight painted flickering shadows across the camp, your gaze couldn’t help but search for her.

And there she was.

Lae’zel stood at the edge of the crowd, her arms crossed and her posture rigid, a warrior always ready for the next fight. But her sharp eyes were on you, flicking over your form with an intensity that sent your heart racing. When your eyes met, her lips twitched into a faint, wry smile, a gesture almost imperceptible to anyone who didn’t know her like you did. She turned her head slightly, as though to hide that she had been staring, but the faint softening of her jaw betrayed her.

Your chest tightened, overwhelmed with the sheer depth of your feelings. She had chosen you. Not Orpheus, not the astral plane, not the promises of duty and glory among her kind. You. A choice she had made against every instinct she had been raised with, against everything her life had prepared her for.

Before you could stop yourself, you were moving, striding through the crowd with purpose. Her head snapped toward you, her brow furrowing slightly as you closed the distance.

“What are you—”

You didn’t let her finish. Reaching her, you threw your arms around her, lifting her clean off the ground in a bone-crushing hug. She let out a startled growl, her body stiffening for a moment before her hands came to rest on your shoulders.

“You think to crush me?” she hissed, her tone sharp but undercut with a surprising warmth. Her nails clung into your shoulders, but not hard enough to draw blood.

But you only held her tighter, swaying gently from side to side, your head dipping to press against hers. Her growl turned into something between a sigh and a low chuckle, a sound rare and precious.

“I’m just so glad,” you said, your voice rough with emotion. “That you’re here. That you chose me.”

Lae’zel stiffened again, her breath catching audibly. For a moment, she didn’t respond, and you wondered if you’d overstepped. But then her arms moved, encircling you in a grip that was fierce enough to rival your own. Her forehead pressed against yours, her yellow eyes blazing as she glared at you.

“You think I need your softness to validate my choice?” she growled, though there was no venom in her tone. “I chose you because you are worthy. Because you make me strong. Do not make me regret it by turning soft now.”

And then, in a show of pure Lae’zel defiance, she squeezed you even harder, her embrace nearly cracking your ribs in return. Her lips curved into a triumphant grin as you let out a surprised laugh.

“Is that all you’ve got?” you teased, even as your breath hitched under the force of her grip.

“Do not mock me,” she said, her voice low and dangerous, though the edges of her grin softened into something gentler. “This is no challenge I would lose.”

The two of you stood there locked together, a silent battle of strength and affection playing out in the firelight. The world around you faded as her warmth pressed into you, her presence grounding you in a way nothing else could.

Finally, you loosened your hold, though only slightly, and she did the same, her arms sliding down to rest at your sides. Her expression was fierce but softened with something unspoken, something she rarely allowed to surface.

“You are mine,” she said firmly, her voice low enough for only you to hear. “And I will always choose you.”

Your heart swelled at her words, and without thinking, you pressed a quick kiss to her forehead. She growled in mock indignation, though she didn’t pull away.

“And you’re mine, Lae’zel,” you replied with a grin. “Always.”

Her glare was sharp enough to cut, but the smile tugging at her lips gave her away.

“Foolish,” she muttered, her voice filled with affection as she followed you back into the warmth of the party.

Shadowheart:

The celebration had taken on a life of its own, a symphony of laughter, music, and the clinking of mugs ringing out under the stars. The victory over the Elder Brain felt surreal, its weight heavy and yet distant amidst the warmth of camaraderie. The firelight danced over the gathering, illuminating faces full of joy, relief, and hope. You moved through the crowd, exchanging smiles and brief words, but your heart wasn’t entirely in it. It was somewhere else—where she was. The love of your life, Shadowheart.

She stood just beyond the heart of the festivities, her arms loosely crossed as she leaned against a tree. Her light hair caught the flickering firelight, her pale skin glowing softly in the night. She wore a small, almost secret smile, her gaze drifting over the crowd before finally settling on you. Her eyes lingered, and when she caught you looking back, her cheeks flushed faintly, and she quickly glanced away.

The sight of her—so beautiful, so alive, and so thoroughly yours—sent a rush of warmth through your chest. You couldn’t help it. You started toward her, weaving through the crowd with purpose. Ignoring Minsc's calls for you and Halsin's invitations to dance. Her eyes flicked back to you as you approached, her lips parting as though to ask something, but you didn’t give her a chance to finish.

Without hesitation, you swept her into your arms, wrapping her in a hug that lifted her clean off the ground. Shadowheart let out a startled laugh, her hands gripping your shoulders instinctively as she clung to you.

“Darling!” she exclaimed, her voice breathless with surprise and delight. “What are you—oh!”

You didn’t answer, too busy holding her tight and swaying gently from side to side. Her warmth seeped into you, her laughter soft and musical as she relaxed into your embrace. You could feel her smiling against your shoulder, her hands sliding down to rest lightly on your back.

“I almost got lost in those big arms of yours,” she murmured, her voice teasing but laced with affection.

You couldn’t help but laugh, pulling back just enough to look at her. Her cheeks were still flushed, her green eyes bright and brimming with happiness as she gazed up at you.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” you replied with a grin. Shadowheart shook her head, her smile widening.

“Not bad,” she admitted, her voice softening. “Safe. Warm. Like there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

Your heart swelled at her words, and you tightened your hold slightly, lowering her back to the ground but refusing to let go entirely.

“Good,” you said, resting your forehead against hers. “Because there’s nowhere else I’d rather have you.”

She tilted her head up slightly, her lips brushing yours in a tender, lingering kiss. When she pulled back, her smile had turned mischievous. “You realize everyone is watching, right?”

You glanced over your shoulder to see a few amused and envious looks from the others. You shrugged, turning back to her with a smirk. “Let them.”

Shadowheart rolled her eyes, though her laughter betrayed her.

“You’re insufferable,” she said, though her hands slid up to cup your face, her touch gentle.

“And you love it,” you teased, leaning into her touch.

She sighed dramatically, but the smile on her lips was radiant. “Unfortunately for me, I do.”

The two of you lingered there, lost in your own little world, the celebration around you fading into the background. It was disgustingly cute, as Wyll would later put it, but neither of you cared. After everything you’d been through—every battle, every heartbreak—you had each other. And that was worth celebrating more than anything else.

Jaheira:

The campfire burned steadily in the cool night air, a flickering beacon of warmth and celebration. The battle with the Elder Brain was months behind you, but the reunion tonight was the first time everyone had truly gathered again—friends, allies, and the people who had become family in the chaos of war. Laughter mingled with the crackle of the fire, stories flowing freely as the tension of the past finally began to dissolve.

You were deep in conversation with Halsin when you felt it, the unmistakable sensation of being watched. A glance over your shoulder confirmed what you suspected—Jaheira. She stood a little apart from the crowd, her arms folded and her posture proud, the firelight casting golden highlights on her braided hair. She was always striking, but tonight, with the faint smile on her lips and the softness in her gaze as she watched you, she was stunning.

You caught her eye, and her expression flickered—briefly startled, as though she’d been caught doing something she hadn’t meant to. Her lips pressed into a firmer line, her gaze darting away toward the fire, but the faint blush across her cheeks gave her away.

Your heart swelled at the sight of her. She had fought so fiercely for so long, enduring loss after loss, but now she was here, alive and strong and, unbelievably, yours. You didn’t think twice. With a wide grin, you excused yourself from the conversation and started toward her, weaving through the gathered crowd with single-minded purpose.

Jaheira noticed you coming, of course. She always did. Her brow arched as you approached, her arms still crossed but her expression softening.

“What is that look for?” she asked, her voice warm but carrying the hint of a challenge, as if daring you to make a scene.

Instead of answering, you closed the distance and swept her up into your arms. She let out a startled laugh, her hands automatically coming to rest on your shoulders as you lifted her off the ground in a bear hug that crushed her to your chest.

“By Silvanus, what are you doing?” she asked, though her tone carried no real irritation. Her laugh was rich and full, her fingers curling against your shoulders as you rocked her gently back and forth.

“Loving you,” you replied simply, your voice rough with affection. “I couldn’t help myself. I saw you looking at me like that, and I had to.”

Her face softened, and though she rolled her eyes, the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her.

“Like what?” she asked, her tone feigning exasperation.

“Like I’m the luckiest person in the world,” you said, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze. “And you’re the one who made me that way.”

Jaheira shook her head, but her smile grew, the lines around her eyes crinkling with warmth.

“You’re foolish, a complete and utter fool,” she said, though her voice was filled with fondness.

“The fool you fell in love with,” you teased, holding her tightly for a moment longer before finally setting her back on the ground.

She stayed close, her hands resting on your arms as she looked up at you, her expression unreadable for a moment. Then, her hand came up to brush a strand of hair from your face, her touch as steady and deliberate as always.

“True,” she admitted softly, her voice carrying the weight of someone who didn’t say such things lightly. “More than I ever thought I would again.”

Your breath caught at her words, and without thinking, you leaned in to press your forehead to hers. The noise of the party faded, leaving only the two of you in the glow of the firelight.

“I’ll never stop being grateful for you,” you murmured. “For every moment I get to spend with you.”

Jaheira’s lips quirked in a small, private smile, her hand sliding down to rest against your chest. “Then hold on to it, my love. Hold on to us. Because I have no intention of letting you go.”

For a while, the two of you stood there, wrapped in each other’s warmth as the celebration carried on around you. The world felt a little brighter, a little safer, with her at your side.

This was so freaking wholesome omg, I hope you guys enjoyed this !! - Seluney xox

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[cherrybean]

Going home with Logan Howlett/The Wolverine (headcannon)

Warnings; lots of smut!!

this is out of left field, but after watching Deadpool vs Wolverine and then binging all of the X-men/wolverine movies i couldn’t get Hugh jackman out of my head 😩

currently i feel like i have hit a wall with Lalo content but it will be back i promise 🙂‍↔️

- You’d most definitely meet Logan at a bar

- He’d take an interest to you and buy you a drink and talk

- He’d be shocked that such a beautiful woman would take interest in him, but he’d be super cocky to try and cover up his shyness

- A few drinks in and it wouldn’t take long before you’re going back to your place

- Logan would be the one taking you back home in his motorcycle as you held onto him feeling how muscular he is

- Once at your place it wouldn’t take long for your clothes to be on the ground

- Logan would lay you down on the bed and drag your body down to the edge of the bed so you feet dangled off and your butt was almost hanging off the bed

- When I tell you this man loves to eat you out 😭

- He’d tease you by kissing up your legs and thighs, enjoying how your breathe quickened and your soft whimpers leaving your lips

- Logan would drag your underwear off with his teeth (it’s the animal in him 😫)

- Once you’d be bare he’d still tease you by taking in your scent and kissing over your clit

- “Please Logan, I can’t take it” you’d whine trying to lift your hips up, but his strong hands holding them down in place

- That’d be all it’d take for him to lick a long strip up your cunt, settling on your clit and running circles with his tongue on it

- God he’d love to see how pretty you looked moaning his name like no one else had

- Logan would eat you out until your juices were literally dripping down his chin and going up his nose 😔

- He just loved the way you taste and how you moan and whimper his name

- It wouldn’t help that he had two of his thick fingers deeply stuffed into your cunt, pressing your gspot while he ate you like a hungry animal

- Plus his mustache and beard tickling your clit and cunt whenever he’d hit a specific position

- It didn’t take long before you’d hit your orgasm

- Logan watching you mouth go slack as you moaned

- Watching as you scrambled to grab anything in your vicinity, digging one hand into the soft plush sheets beneath you and the other in his hair, arching your back and locking his head in with your thighs

- Logan who’d give your clit soft kitten licks loving to hear you whine and whimper that it’s too much

- The only reason he’d get off the floor and not eat you until you’d be shaking was the strain in his pants was too much for him

- He’d watch you unbuckle his belt and his jeans letting out a soft whimper once his cock was set free from the restraints of his denim jeans

- Watching you stroke him gently before putting his sensitive head into you mouth

- He could almost cum at how warm your mouth was and how it enveloped his cock perfectly

- It took full restraint for him not to face fuck you as you set a more slow pace, bobbing your head building up spit and looking up at him with your big doe eyes as you licked his head

- “Fuck I need to be in you” would be the only thing Logan could muster before throwing you on the bed

- You’d giggle feeling good about getting such a big and strong man so worked up

- Soon your giggling turning into a gasp and a strained moan as Logan basically almost tore through you with his big size

To be continued…

[tommydarlings]

TEASER PATREON - pretty pictures | s.v

pairing: dark!rbr!sebastian vettel x reader

warnings: dark, mentions of stalking, possessive behaviour, manipulation

w/c: 2.4k

summary: sebastian isn’t mentally sick, he just loves you and wants to protect you from the rest of this evil world and by keeping you locked up in his house and threatening the other drivers, he’s doing exactly that.

Sebastian Vettel wasn’t dumb. Crazy? Jealous and very possessive over you? Yes… of course.

But he wasn’t stupid, not one bit.

He noticed how Lewis was flirting with you, he noticed how the Brit looked a little too deeply into your gorgeous eyes, he noticed how he caught himself glancing there and then at your pretty cleavage.

And it was driving him more than crazy.

The young redbull driver was currently walking towards the elevator of the hotel that all the drivers stay in, a rather big and expansive looking camera in his hand.

“Hey, seb! How you’re doing, man?“ Lewis waved briefly at him before he walked up to the German and shamelessly stepped into the elevator with him, both of the drivers quickly pressing the buttons to reach their floors.

Sebastian nodded with a tight lipped smile, suddenly holding the camera in his hand in a tighter grip than before, “Pretty good Lewis, thanks! And you?“

Lewis nodded as well, “pretty good as well — since when are you interested in photography, mate?“ he asked curiously as he looked down at the camera in Sebastian's hand.

The German driver raised his brows and also glanced down at the expansive camera in his hand before he chuckled deeply, “I was always interested in it but I just recently found the time to finally buy myself a nice camera, you know?“

Lewis smiled kindly at the redbull driver, “oh cool! Maybe you can be my photographer in he future!“ he joked.

Sebastian laughed before Lewis spoke up again,

“But please don’t be one of those creeps that secretly takes pictures of me! I’m not photogenic!“ Lewis chuckled before the elevator doors finally opened, both of them slowly stepping out.

Sebastian looked at the Mercedes driver, “Of course not, Lewis! That you even assume something like that hurts my heart!“ he put his palms over his heart in a dramatic gesture, forcing a smile out of the Mercedes driver.

“I know, I know — sorry mate! Good luck on the upcoming race!“ he said as the two parted ways, Lewis going down the left side of the hall while Sebastian walked down the right one, both walking towards their rooms.

The young German unlocked the door and walked straight to the bedroom where you sat on the bed, reading a book that Sebastian bought you.

“Hey! You’re back!“ you smiled happily and put the book aside and stood up, immediately hugging Sebastian.

Your boyfriend hugged you back before he put the camera carefully onto the table next to his laptop, his fingers running along your lower back as he pressed a soft kiss to the nape of your neck.

You looked up at him, “were where you, baby?“

Sebastian cleared his throat, “the PR team decided to give me this huge and expensive camera and told me to take some pretty pictures of the track and stuff like that… you know, for the fans,“ he stated before he kissed your lips.

You passionately kissed him back for a couple of seconds before he separated himself from you,

“Sorry engel,“ angel, “But I still got some work to do, alright? But I promise I cuddle you to sleep tonight, yeah?“ he pecked your soft cheek one last time before he grabbed the camera and walked to a very small but well equipped office room in the hotel, setting the camera down next to his laptop.

He sighed as he sat down, immediately connecting his camera to his laptop with a black wire, his fingers gliding quickly over the trackpad, his pretty blue eyes searching for a specific folder.

COMING SOON HERE ON TUMBLR!

[1toreyouapart]

The Lies We Tell

***FANFIC THAT INVOLVES REAL PEOPLE. 18+ ONLY. MDNI. DO NOT READ IF YOU DON’T LIKE FANFIC THAT INVOLVES REAL PEOPLE***

Summary that tells you nothing: Sometimes everything you ever wanted has been right there, within reach, all along.

CW/TW: Angst, fluff, swearing, friends to lovers, jealousy, smut, fingering, PinV, pet names, friends with benefits, more to come as I actually get things written out.

A/N: Links are being a pain at the moment. Will fix when they work again! 🫶

We Break

Three days until they were hitting the road again. The shenanigans had begun again. Currently Quinn had all the guys singing karaoke with her while he cooked in the kitchen. He couldn't help but smile at the sound of her and Folio belting out "Call Me Maybe." These were some of his favorite memories. Everyone being silly. More so her and Folio, actually. Sometimes he swore the two of them were meant to be siblings. They both matched each other's energy, always. When one got going the other was never far behind. He was a little jealous of their bond sometimes. Quinn was his best friend. Not his.

Footsteps running toward the kitchen drew his attention and he turned around just in time to see Quinn launch herself onto the island, still singing. Heart in his stomach he watched her dance and sing, ready to catch her if she fell. Always putting herself in precarious positions like this. Always scaring the shit out of him. It was like she was bound and determined to give him a heart attack. Folio joined her and he cursed. The one time he needed him to just not, and he did.

Anxious, he waited for the song to end, though he couldn't help but laugh at the two of them. A whole performance just for them. As much as she scared the shit out of him, he loved her for it. At least it was never dull.

"Alright. Song's over. Get down before you break your fucking neck." He shook his head, offering a hand out to her.

Quinn pouted down at him and those pesky butterflies started flitting around in his stomach. Goddamn it, he loved and hated when she pouted. It was adorable as hell, but he also couldn't resist when she did it.

"Come on. I'm not gonna fall."

"Don't look at me like that." He swallowed, fighting the urge to give in to her.

"Noah," she pleaded. "One more song? Then I'll get down?"

"This is exactly why I call you a terror pixie." He sighed. "Please, Quinn?"

With a roll of her eyes she moved like she was going to hop down, only to sit down right on the edge, directly in front of him and grin that big, shit eating grin of hers. Touchè. The little shit got one up on him.

"How about this? Will you stop being a kill joy now?"

His jaw clenched in frustration as he placed his hands on either side of her, bracing himself. Sometimes he wanted to wipe that smug little grin right off her face. Right now was one of those times. Ever so slowly he leaned in until their noses were practically touching. Watched as she swallowed, eyes widening slightly. Good.

"Why must you test my patience? Hmmm?" His voice was barely loud enough for her to hear.

"And that's my cue to leave the area." Folio hopped off the island, hurrying back to the living room.

"Noah-"

"Nope. You see, Quinn, you seem to have a death wish. And I happen to like you very much alive. So, please, for the love of God, stop trying to break your fucking neck."

Quinn nodded her head quickly, her cheeks turning slightly pink. And as much as he knew he shouldn't. As much as he knew it was a bad idea, he still tipped his head to the side, closed the distance and pressed his lips against hers. He kept it brief as to not draw attention, just long enough to feel her soft lips on his before he pulled back and walked back to the stove.

That was a terrible, horrible idea. Now all he wanted was to say screw the dinner he was now pulling out of the oven and take her upstairs so he could hear her pretty little moans again. Definitely not the best idea. Not with how he had handled it the last time. If he had just listened to her things wouldn't have been so awkward the majority of him being home.

Three days until he left for tour again. Just three days of somewhat normalcy. And with only three days left he was starting to break.

Tags: @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @supersquirrel1996 @mrscevans

[bloody-cupcakes]

love quinn secretly collecting random trinkets from (g!n) reader's bedroom until one day reader see them all under her bed (kinda like how joe does at some point 💀), reader finds out and forces her to burn everything while reader fucks her

A/N: loveee this idea sm, I hope I did it justice <3

Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, nsfw/smut, Love is a bit of a perv, swearing, brief emotional damage done by the reader to Love, penetrative vaginal sex (Love receiving, the reader's genitals are kept purposely vague), degrading, dom/sub dynamics (dom reader/sub Love), soft aftercare (mostly implied)

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"What were you thinking, huh? Did you think I was stupid, that I wouldn't find out?" You questioned harshly, the bed creaking and shaking with each thrust you gave. Love's hands clutched onto your shoulders desperately, her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She could only whimper in response.

This was her fault, she knew it. She should've been smarter, should've kept the trinkets she took from you and hid them somewhere else, not in such an obvious places such as under her bed. She should've known you'd find them there eventually, and you did.

That morning started off pretty great. You were wrapped up in her arms after yet another passion filled night, and even though she was still a little bit sore she was happy. After waking up, she watched you for a bit before getting out of bed and making her way into the bathroom so she could take a shower.

She trusted you not to snoop, and in your defense you hadn't planned on it. Until you knocked your phone off the nightstand while trying to turn the alarm off, which prompted you to get down on your hands and knees to search for it.

You noticed something under her bed while you were grabbing your phone, something that looked an awful like one of your shirts. Turning on your phone's flashlight, you discovered a shoebox that was filled to the brim with stuff. Your stuff, to be exact.

The shirt was just the beginning, just the tip of the very fucked up iceberg she'd been hiding from you. In the box, you found a pair of your shorts, several pairs of underwear, a tank top, your favorite books with notes that you'd written in the margins, along with other random assorted trinkets you'd kept displayed around your room. You were trying to decide what to do with this sudden new information when Love came out of the shower.

"Baby, what do you want for breakfast-?" She casually asked while drying her hair, only to stop dead in her tracks the moment she saw you sitting on the floor with her little collection of your items surrounding you.

"What the fuck is this?" You demanded while standing, pointing down at the stuff on the floor. You were pissed, and while most people would be scared all she felt was the all too familiar feeling of being aroused by you.

"Look, I can explain-" She began, but you quickly cut her off.

"Bullshit, you can." You grabbed all of the stuff and shoved it back in the box, not caring if it got damaged in the process. At that point, she cared more about the stuff than you did, meaning this was her punishment for being a pervert.

"W- Wait- No, stop, please-" She begged frantically, watching in horror as you tore the clothing in two and shredded the pages from the book. There was nothing she could really do to stop this, and she knew that.

Satisfied by the destruction you'd just caused, you pulled out a box of matches from her bedside table- the ones she always used to light the candles she kept in her room -and lit one, handing it to her. "Burn it," you demanded firmly, your voice cold and devoid of emotion. "Burn it all right now, or I'm leaving and you'll never see me again."

"Please," she tried again to get you to listen to reason, her big blue eyes welled up with tears that threatened to escape. "Please, don't do this. Don't make me do this, I love you, I love you so much-"

"If you love me, you'll prove it by getting rid of that nasty little habit of yours that's fueled by you stealing my stuff," you snapped, causing her to fall silent. Despite how much she wanted to protest, she couldn't really argue with you there.

Nodding her head, she silently took the match from you, which was about halfway burnt by now. Her hands shook as she stepped over to where the box was and threw it on top, watching as everything inside caught aflame.

You carefully picked up the box and moved it to inside the shower so it wouldn't catch the carpet on fire before turning back to her. In all this time you'd been talking, she'd been in nothing but her bathrobe, something you'd only just realized.

One thing led to another, and you both found yourselves in bed together, Love's body pinned against the mattress by the way you were laying pressed down on top of her. That didn't mean you'd forgiven her or that you weren't still mad. In fact, it was quite the opposite.

"You're such a little pervert, stealing my things and keeping them under your bed like that," you spoke in a taunting voice as you continued to fuck her, relishing in the way she clung to you despite everything. "Could you not get off by yourself, huh? Is that what it was?"

She quickly shook her head no at the question and opened her mouth the speak, only for a strangled whine to come out instead. Her legs ached from how far apart they were spread, and her clit throbbed furiously with each new thrust you gave her. She was in absolute heaven.

"Please- please-" She pleaded with you, though for what she wasn't sure. All she knew at this point was that she wanted you to keep going. A gasp escaped from her when you grabbed her face the second she closed her eyes, turning it towards the direction of the bathroom, where the burning box of stuff could still be faintly seen in the tub.

"I want you to watch as it burns," you ordered while keeping a firm grip on her chin so she couldn't turn her face away. "And know that I could've done much, much worse if I really wanted to."

Oh, she didn't doubt that. She didn't doubt that in the slightest. But rather than being afraid, it only filled her heart with joy to know you weren't going to leave her, even after her little mistake.

"I love you..." She muttered quietly after you'd both been cleaned up, cuddling up close to you as you laid in bed together. "You'll never leave me..." It wasn't a question or a suggestion, but rather stated as a fact.

Her walls clenched as she came with a shout, finding herself grateful yet again that she had you. No one else made her feel like this, and even your anger was arousing in a way that it really shouldn't have been.

"I'll never leave you," came you reply without missing a beat, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Just don't do that again, okay?"

She nodded her head in understanding. If you didn't want her to do something, then she simply wouldn't do it. Making you happy was much more important to her than keeping a box full of her trophies. Besides, why would she need objects belonging to you when she now had the real thing?

[asquinate]

In light of recent events I have only one thing to say to you all, *AHEM*

(spoilers ahead for the anime only enjoyers, best avoid this :])

Also bkdk thoughts ahead for my followers who don't care for it, I don't know how many there might be, but just to be safe and considerate to you,

IF YOU THOUGHT ONE PUNY CHAPTER WOULD BE ENOUGH TO STOP ME YOU'RE MORE DELUSIONAL THAN DUDEBRO TWT THINKS I AM. YOU CAN PRY BKDK FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS. CANON IS MY BITCH AND I DO WHAT I WANT. I DIDN'T SPEND THE LAST EIGHT MONTHS, NEARLY A YEAR, ENJOYING THESE TWO MORONS IN SO MANY DIFFERENT AUS, SCENARIOS, FICS AND FANARTS FOR SOMETHING AS WEAK AS ONE CANON CHAPTER TO STOP ME. THESE TWO LOSERS ARE MY DOPAMINE AND YOU CAN TRY TO PRY BKDK FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS, BUT I DOUBT EVEN THEN YOU'LL MANAGE IT.

anyway it's late and I'm being lols rn. But I just wanted to put my vibe out here bc I see a lot of ppl being depressed. And while I see why, I also want to put something else not depresso out there too. In the effort of being brief, I will not be stopping making Bkdk or MHA content. And it's not going to be cheating fics or stuff like that. It will be the same soft shit I signed up for. With my other fanon joys like the vestiges and dfo. It doesn't have to be canon for me to enjoy it. This blog will stay pretty consistent with how it has been for the past almost year now. MHA with an Izuku focus and a love for this ship. With other additions, so don't expect any changes from me. Other than more fics in the future. (The Bkdk big bang is coming out in the future as well so…😁). I may be slightly more vocal Abt my liking this ship but I feel like y'all could tell that b4 so?

‼️‼️I WILL be blocking haters or things that don't make me happy bc I'm here for a good time, not to be upset. I am avoiding TWT and all discord servers that I'm apart of that feature MHA for the time being. For my sanity and also watching everyone be sad is bad for my mental health and fandom is about the joys not the losses. At least for me. Also I'm really sorry to the people who feel like the joy they had from this fandom has been stolen from you. Your feelings are valid, but I'm not going to let the haters get another win from me. I hope you all are well and feel better if you're not.

Final notes: BKDK is still canon to me. Katsuki and Izuku are still my favs. 431 isn't real to me, idk what ur talking about? That's a non canon one shot for sure. Aus are my loves, and I won't let this bring me down. I'm actually vibing. Y'all the fics are so good. I may make a rec list fr. Many well wishes to you all, have a good day/night.

[marcelloshdz]

work out just fine

summary: after meeting marcello at a mutual friend's get together, you hit if off very well. requested by anonymous. *”h/n” = “host’s name”

“y/n! are you ready to go?” your roommate called from your living room. 

“yes, im coming down right now!” you called back. you finished putting on your jewelry, spritzed on some perfume, and bounced down the stairs. you and your roommate were headed out to brunch that they’d been invited to, and were gracious enough to bring you as their plus one. 

the restaurant was thankfully close to your house, so it was okay if you were running a little late. once you arrived, you gave the host your name, and were taken back to a large room that was secluded from the rest of the restaurant. you didn’t know many of the people here, so you were a bit uncomfortable at first, but you knew once the drinks started coming, you’d feel better. you and your roommate said hello to their friend who was hosting the brunch, and you took your seats at the table. there weren’t too many people there yet, so you had plenty of options to choose from. 

you didn’t realize it at the time that your seat was gonna end up being the best one at the entire table.

small talk began flowing at the table as the servers brought out the first round of mimosas. you poured yourself a glass and immediately felt at ease. you waited a bit longer for more people to arrive before placing orders for full meals, but you were able to snack on the various charcuterie that filled the middle of the table. 

you were snacking on some cheese and crackers when you heard a voice next to you.

“is this seat taken?” they asked.

“no, go for it.” you answered. you turned in their direction, eyes landing on the most beautiful man you’d ever laid eyes on. he had soft brown eyes, with a perfectly messy head of brown hair to match. butterflies began swarming in your stomach as he flashed you the most perfect white smile you’d ever seen.

“i don’t think we’ve met before. i’m marcello.” he said to you.

“i’m y/n. it’s nice to meet you.” you said with a smile.

“how do you know h/n?” he asked.

“oh, i don’t really. we’ve met a couple times in passing, but i’m here with my roommate, who’s good friends with them.” you said, and he nodded. “you?” 

“we used to work pretty closely together. they were a bartender at a comedy club i used to do stand up at for a while. they used to always make my drinks nice and strong, especially on nights when i was performing for tougher crowds.” just then, h/n came over, marcello standing from his chair to say hi and wrapped them in a tight hug.

“oh! i see you and y/n have met. good. keep talking.” they said smugly. you shrugged it off as marcello sat back down next to you.

the rest of the attendees finally arrived and you were finally able to order your food. as you ate, you and marcello spent the entire afternoon talking and getting to know him pretty well. you told him all about your relationship with your roommate, how you met and ended up in new york. you told him about your job, about your family, and your hobbies. he told you about his family, his work in comedy, and how proud he was of himself for getting to work on snl.

“that’s where i recognize you from! i’ve been sitting here wracking my brain about why you looked so familiar to me. i thought you just had one of those faces.” you said.

“do you watch the show?” he asked.

“not as much as i used to. i used to watch it weekly in like, mid to late 2000s. like, around '05 when andy samberg was on the show. that era is one of my favorites, and i had such a crush on samberg growing up.” you admitted.

“i started watching around the same time. i was a big fan of fred armisen as a latino growing up in comedy.” he said, and you nodded. 

“that’s so cool that you get to live out a dream.” you said to him.

“it’s very cool. i still can’t believe it sometimes.” he said, and you noticed a faint blush on his cheeks. 

you and marcello spent the rest of the afternoon talking to each other. once you were all finished eating, the party moved to a near by bar for more drinks. you and him continued hanging out, dancing and singing to the music that played at the bar.

you and marcello were hitting it off so well, you were internally kicking yourself for not having met him at some other event that you’d found out you both were at and just missed meeting each other. 

“i cant believe we could’ve met three years ago if i hadn’t left that birthday party early.” he sighed, finishing his drink and ordering another one. 

“nah, it wouldn’t have been right. we weren’t meant to meet until now. the universe was keeping us apart for a reason. you just told me that three years ago you’d just gotten out of a serious relationship and were on the rebound. we wouldn’t have worked out back then.”

“would we work out now?” he asked, and you shrugged. 

“maybe.” you said, raising a brow at him.

it was starting to get late and you and marcello made your way out of the bar and started walking down the street. you linked your arm with his, partly because you wanted to be close to him, and partly because you were too drunk to hold yourself up on your own. 

you walked a few blocks, and before you knew it, you were outside your apartment building.

“hey,” you hiccuped, “i live here.”

“i know.”

“how? are you a stalker?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him. marcello just laughed and shook his head.

“no. your roommate gave me the address so i could make sure you got home safe.” 

“well, i’m home. so you’ve fulfilled your duties.” you said, but he shook his head. 

“youre not home yet. ill wait out here and you can text me when you get upstairs.” he said. 

“but i don’t have your number.”

“a minor setback that we can easily fix.” he said. you gave him your phone and he typed in his phone number. you smiled to yourself when you noticed the flaming heart emoji he added after his name on his contact profile. 

“i had a really great time tonight, thanks to you.” you said to him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“so did i.” he said softly, resting his forehead against yours. you stood silently for a moment before marcello spoke again. “can i kiss you?” he asked, just above a whisper. you nodded with a smile, his lips quickly meeting yours. 

“oh, yeah. i think we’re gonna work out just fine.” you said after he pulled away.

“glad we’re in agreement there.” he said. you finally pulled away and made your way up to your apartment, texting marcello as soon as you got back to your room. he text you his entire ride home, and for a little bit after he got home.

you didn’t realize it at the time, but you were already falling hard for marcello. and he was already falling hard for you. you were certain that the two of you were gonna work out just fine.

[kenobers]

nsft alphabet | fem!Jason Todd

but first free palestine !! once more...what the title says ! this time, jason's a woman tw; explicit wlw sexual content, jason's insecurities, afab!reader a/n: this is a lot of the same stuff in the original jason alphabet, but it's all rewritten with lots of new content added. i'm still suffering from writer's block, but fem!Jason is such a powerful muse...

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Jason's gonna make sure you're comfortable afterwards. She'll wipe you down, check that she didn't go too far. If you leave afterwards, she'll make sure you get home safe. If you stay, she'll offer you a t-shirt to sleep in. Outside of the actual act of sex, she's incredibly awkward about intimacy, so for a while, she wasn't big on the physical aspect of aftercare. In fact, the first couple of times you came over, you thought she was maybe trying to usher you out of her apartment afterwards. However, as the two of you grow closer, holding you close becomes second nature. It feels so comforting and so right to have her arms around you after driving you to your limits. She's big on eating after sex. If you have enough energy, she'll turn on the tv and order some Chinese or throw a frozen pizza in the oven. Sometimes it's kind of astonishing how the woman will fuck you until you're more than a ragdoll, then immediately demolish like three Big Macs.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

She loves hands. She loves her hands. They're big and strong, they can protect you, please you, provide for you. She adores the way you feel under them, soft and clean. She loves to feel you press against her palm while her fingers disappear inside of you, until the tips of her fingerless gloves tickle your entrance. She loves your hands, the way they feel on her skin. They always look so beautiful against her breasts, which fit so perfectly in your palms. She cherishes every mark your fingernails leave along her back, every sting they leave on her scalp when they twist her hair as her own fingers make your writhe. She loves that your hands can go from caressing her scars to replacing them with a much more loving display.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Jason likes to think she can hold out. Well, she can, but she's so damn impulsive. Fuck if she doesn't loves the sight of you, sweaty and panting, with your mouth, thighs and fingers glistening with the proof of how good you make her feel. And yeah, she's a little possessive. The sight of your excitement all over her fills her with a very specific, very strong sense of pride. It makes her want to give in again and again and again.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She loves having high sex. Drunk sex is so clumsy and disconnected, but when the weed hits just right, so the world reduces to nothing but you...that's that good shit right there. Especially when the mood lights and the playlist are working in tandem...oh man, she gets so locked into you that it's like nothing else exists. You're in your own beautiful universe, creating new constellations with every mark she leaves on your body. She's numb in every place that isn't touching you. It adds a certain level of passion, of desperation, for each of you because your senses are so heightened to each other. There's never any goal in mind, you aren't racing towards an orgasm. It's just the two of you moving against each other, making each other feel so so good. She also likes a little bit of role play. What can she say? The Big Bad Red Hood persona lends itself to the bedroom quite well. It's so cheesy and if it were to ever get out, she'd go on a spree, but she really loves the idea of being your (Arkham) knight and coming to your rescue. Like in a very bodice ripper kind of way - although she would argue it's in a much more gothic romance way.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She isn't as sexually charged as you would think and she typically waits to get to know a person before having sex with them. And not just because she never knows how to react when someone flirts with her. So in that regard, one of her body counts is significantly higher than the other, but she's had enough experience to know what she's doing. She knows what she likes and she knows how to figure out what you like.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

So long as your legs are hooked over her hips, she's happy. If the strap is on, Jason particularly loves it when she's on her knees while you're on your back with your hips angled over her thick thighs. It lets her get deep inside of you while still getting a good view of your pretty pussy and your gorgeous face. Not to mention, she loves grasping your hips, spreading your legs wide. (According to trusted resource, SexPositions.Club, this is position 5. Aquarius) She also loves having you up against or bent over things. Against a wall, on the kitchen table, the handle bars of her motorcycle. The way you hold onto her in more ways than one really adds something to the moment. And yeah, maybe it allows her to show off her strength to you. But she also loves to make you ride her, whether you're sinking down on her strap or grinding your cunts together. She love love loves to make you work for what you want. The way you bite your lip and squeeze your eyes as you put your back into it, the way your tits bounce like a hypnotist's clock...mmh, she could watch that all day. But don't worry, she'll always make sure you get what you want...and then some.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Jason's tone depends on the time and place. For the most part, she's serious. She teases you, lets out a low chuckle when she gets a sought after reaction from you, but it isn't humorous. But sometimes...sex is just incredibly unserious. Like lazy morning sex, when neither of you can be bothered to do much more than stroke each other. Like you're horny, but Jason looks so goofy with her hair sticking up and you're a real beauty queen with your crusty eyes and that fuckass alarm keeps going off. Or the aforementioned high sex, when both of you are so lost in your pleasure and laughter. One time she said the word "clitty" and giggled about it until she fell asleep. Then giggled some more when she woke up.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

She lives and dies by the dark curls. Maybe she'll trim here and there, but she lives free.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Jason doesn't take sex lightly. It's either a tool or a declaration of love (no matter how lazy). If she's using sex as a tool, she isn't going to be very intimate. She'll praise you, sing songs about your body, but it isn't going to be very personal. She's going to bounce you on her strap to keep some distance between you. However, when you're in an established relationship, she's very intimate. There's much more kissing and eye contact, lots more "that's my baby" instead of "that's it, baby". She'll press every inch of her warm body against you, invite you to see and feel every part of her.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Oh yeah. Usually only if you're gone though. She'd rather have the real deal, but if she can't have you and thinks about you for too long, she'll help herself. It's never as satisfying as she hopes, but it gets the job partially done.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Jason's kinks are sort of a revolving door. She likes to go rougher and she likes to be in charge typically, but everything else is dependent on your moods. One day she'll blindfold you, the next you'll tie her hands together while she gives you orders you have to follow on your own. She lowkey likes being called daddy and sometimes she'll promise to make you a mommy when she really gets going with the strap. But mostly, she just likes to hear you cry out Jason. She also gets a thrill out of doing it with the Red Hood mask on - and she'd be lying if the whole "Oh, Red Hood, my knight in bloody armor, what are you doing my bedroom at this hour?" routine didn't work for her. She's also got a praise kink. There's nothing that gets her going more than hearing you babble about how good she's making you feel, about how much you love her. It goes the other way as well. She loves to tell you how good you feel, how beautiful you are.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Where ever the mood strikes. Generally speaking, her apartment is her favorite place. There isn't a particular room, she just likes the knowledge that this is your space to do as you please. But she does get a little thrill whenever you manage to do it somewhere risky.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It's cliche as hell, but the sight of you in red really does work wonders for her. Whenever she notices that that little red thong is missing from your underwear drawer in the morning...it's all she'll think about all day. If she can see your nipples through your shirt, it's over. If you don't already own one, trust that she'll buy you a tight little red satin party dress - one with an open back, so you can't wear a bra with it. Watching you doing or say something intelligent is a huge turn on. Watching you get impassioned is her own personal kryptonite. She likes to watch you work for it. The way you oh-so-conspicuously bend over to pick something up or shiver so your chest sticks out. Make a suggestive face as you drop an innuendo only she understands and she'll see to it that your efforts don't go unrewarded. But also the sight of you all helpless and needy...she knows it isn't very feminist, but fuck if it isn't sexy as hell.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

She's not a voyeur. If she's gonna do it in a public setting, it's gonna be in a closet or a bathroom stall; somewhere that still shields your bodies from prying eyes. That's just for the two of you. It's fun to risk getting caught and she loves the thrill of it, but only so long as she can pull the "do you know who my father is" or "can you not see I'm thee Red Hood" cards should you actually get caught. She's also not going to do anything that could result in you being injured. Maybe in concept, like if you wanted to suck on her gun or have her wrap a hand around your throat, but she's not going to make you bleed. She's also not going to hit you anywhere but your fine little ass.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Jason is nothing, if not a giver. Just lay back and let her take care of it, baby. She can spend hours between your legs, holding your thighs wide open and high. Her tongue knows just where to work you, she knows just how much teeth you like, where the biting boarders on pain. And if her fingers aren't right next to her mouth, they're kneading your skin, raking her nails across your stomach with a featherlight touch, massaging the kinks in your thighs so you can open them a little more. If nothing else, her mouth and hands can cover a lot of ground. Once she's secure in your sexual relationship, she'll rarely say no to allow your own bite to eat. It secretly made her giddy when she realized you had every inch of her cunt committed to memory...but anyways, she likes to sit on your face or have you kneeling on the ground when you eat her out (although she leans towards the first option, unless she's feeling real cocky).

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Jason likes it fast and rough. She'll drag out foreplay to her heart's content, but once you're good and ready, she's fucking you like her life depends on it. Then she's flipping you over and doing it again. You're going to bounce on that strap like it's a damn trampoline. That said, she has her slow and sensual moments. After a rough night when she's feeling particularly sentimental and grateful for you, she'll take all the time in the world just to watch you underneath. She'll just soak in the feeling of your warm cunt on hers, cooing about how lucky she is that you even let her glance your way.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Pro quickie, but usually if it's an appetizer for what comes later on. So, most of the time quickies look like her fingers sneaking down your pants during your lunch break, her head between your thighs in the bathroom at a charity event, or you on your knee taking care of her before patrol like it's not going to leave her twitching for the rest of the night.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As mentioned earlier, her kinks are a revolving door, so she would be down to experiment. She's pretty good about saying no when she needs to, and if she trusts that you can do the same, then she's open to trying new risks.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

No one recovers like this menace. She can go for as many rounds as your heart desires. Unless she's already been yearning the whole damn day, Jason can last until the cows come home. That's part of the reason she lets herself give in so easily - she knows she'll bounce back.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She has toys, but nothing fancy. She has a little pocket vibrator she bought from Target on a whim (and was very embarrassed to discover could not be purchased via self checkout). She invested in a bigger one when your relationship became official. The real crown jewels are her small collection of strap-ons. It started out as a joke, where she'd come across a ridiculous dildo and buy it, thinking it was funny because...well, when would you even use something like this. But then she got with you and realized she did, in fact, have occasion to use them. She's got a double ended up she'll use on herself, but mostly their appeal for her is about how they look going into you. She'd rather you use a vibe on her.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She likes to tease up to a certain point. If you're out doing something, she'll keep sliding her hand higher and higher up your thigh, then pull away completely, or lean down to say something to you so that her breath hits your neck in that one sensitive spot. She wear a sports bra that's just a smidge too small as a top and make a phony complaint about how she's got a knot in her shoulder so she can arch her back and stick her chest out... But once your clothes are off, she can only restrain herself for so long. Although she does like to make you beg before she lets you finish sometimes.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Low groans and swears. Her mouth as a mind of its own when she really gets going as she praises you, teases, calls out to you. You're her Baby, her Pretty Thing, her Gorgeous Girl, so so good for her, taking it all like this. Oooh. Look. At. You. Sometimes she surprises herself with what comes out of her mouth. You can always tell when she's close because her panting turns to grunts, her sweet nothings become more intense as they strain between her teeth.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She's secretly a little self conscious about her body, particularly about her scars. Like, yeah, she's big and muscly and people always say they dig scars, but...some of hers are, like, real nasty. Not to mention, that some of them have triggering memories attached to them. She finds her autopsy scar to be especially gross. It takes up so much of Her torso and it doesn't seem to want to fade like the rest of her marks tend to do. Not to mention that it's hard not to compare herself to other smaller, softer, cleaner women. So for a while when you first started having sex, she found ways around taking her shirt off. And if it did come off, it was in the dark. It takes a lot of proving just how divine you find her goddess-like body before she really lets you get a good look at her. Once she works up the courage to finally show you all of her in proper light, she's surprised when you're more fascinated with it than anything. She can't suppress the shiver that runs down her spine when you press your lips to the crux of that T-shaped stamp. She probably won't ever love her scars, but she'll always adore the way you treat them.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Jason Todd is easily over six foot with never-ending muscles, tits designed by Aphrodite herself and a side of love handles in every iteration. This one is no exception.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Her libido is strong for you. As previously stated, she's not as sex charged as you would think, but she does have a strong desire for you. She initiates sex fairly regularly, but she doesn't feel the need to have you bent over 24/7. She is very touchy though. She can't help it, she's anxious.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

She almost always waits until you fall asleep. If you manage to fall asleep quickly, then she'll follow suit typically, especially if she's spooning you. She's putting American Dad on for background noise though.

♡ i see your reblogs ladies, and they make me smile ♡

[white-wolf-buckaroo]

The last drop in The Last Drop: Part 7

A dad!Vander fic (with my og character, Luna, Vander's fifth adopted child)

Masterlist: there you go

Disclaimer: english ain't my first language folks

Luna sat cross-legged on the worn rug in The Last Drop’s basement, her tongue poking curiously at the loose tooth wobbling in her mouth. Powder, who was drawing a complicated maze on a scrap of parchment, noticed and leaned in close.

“Is it gonna fall out?” Powder asked, her blue eyes wide with curiosity.

“I think so,” Luna replied, her words slightly garbled as she wiggled the tooth again. It was hanging by the tiniest thread, and the sensation was both exciting and a little scary. “But I don’t know when.”

“Want me to pull it out?” Powder offered, her hand already reaching forward.

“No!” Luna shrieked, scrambling back. “It’s not ready yet!”

Powder huffed dramatically but grinned. “Fine. But when it does, you know what happens, right?”

Luna tilted her head. “What happens?”

“The Tooth Fairy comes!” Powder whispered, her voice full of mystery. “She sneaks into your bed at night and leaves you a gift. Like, a coin, or candy, or… something cool.”

Luna frowned. “How does she get into the Undercity?”

Powder shrugged. “She’s magic! Duh. She probably flies down a pipe or something.”

Before Luna could ask any more questions, Vi strolled into the room, plopping onto the couch with a grin. “What’s this about fairies?” she asked.

“Luna’s gonna lose her first tooth!” Powder exclaimed, bouncing on her knees. “And the Tooth Fairy is totally gonna visit!”

Vi snorted. “Tooth Fairy? Who told you about that?”

“Claggor,” Powder said confidently.

Vi rolled her eyes. “Figures. Better don’t hold your breath. Last time I lost a tooth, the ‘fairy’ forgot to show up for three days.”

Powder’s face fell, and she crossed her arms stubbornly. “That’s because you lost it when a boy punched you in the face during a fight. Maybe the tooth fairy was thinking about if you deserved a prize or not.”

Vi raised an eyebrow. “Maybe, yeah,” she shrugged, but didn’t add anything to it. Instead, she gave Luna a wink. “If it falls out tonight, you better let us know.”

And she did. That evening, right after dinner, Luna’s tooth finally gave way. She gasped, and Powder clapped excitedly while Vi congratulated her alongside Claggor, and even Mylo. Luna immediately went running upstairs to the bar to show Vander.

“Look!”

She ran straight up to where he was, still working behind the counter serving that night’s patrons. She was holding up the tiny, bloody tooth in her small hand, with a new gap in her big smile.

“Well, would you look at that,” Vander smiled softly at her, stopping what he was doing to give her his full attention. “If it isn’t your first tooth, eh? You’re growing up, Lu.” He ruffled her hair affectionately before gently wiping her mouth with a damp cloth. “You gonna keep it?”

“I’m gonna put it under my pillow!” Luna declared. “Powder said that the tooth fairy would come visit while I sleep if I did so.”

“Did she now?”

Luna nodded. “I’m going to bed now so that the fairy can visit sooner!”

Vander chuckled, looking at her warmly. “Alright then, little one. Goodnight, in that case.”

“Night!”

Later in the evening, long after Luna and even the others had gone to bed, Claggor sneaked down the bunkbed and he tiptoed to Luna’s cot, careful not to wake her or the others, who were snoring softly only a few feet away.

In his hand, Claggor held a small metal charm he’d crafted earlier—a simple but pretty trinket in the shape of a firefly. He thought it was perfect for Luna. Carefully, he slid the tooth from under her pillow and replaced it with the charm.

“Are you seriously doing this?” Vi whispered from her bed, startling him slightly. Powder was still sleeping beside her, unaware of what has happening.

“Big, tough Claggor’s gone soft,” added Mylo from the bed above Vi, whispering as well. “Didn’t think you still believed in the Tooth Fairy.”

Claggor shot them both a glare but kept his voice low. “Shut it. I did this for Powder, and I’ll do it for Luna too. It’s no big deal.”

Vi softened. “I think it’s sweet,” she said, smirking at Claggor. “But don’t think we won’t tease you about it tomorrow.”

“Whatever,” Claggor muttered, though a small smile crept onto his face as he went back to bed.

The next morning, Luna’s delighted squeal woke everyone.

“She came! She came!” Luna shouted, holding up the charm as if it was a treasure. “The Tooth Fairy came!”

Powder gasped, scrambling over to see. “What’d you get? Oh wow, it’s so pretty!” she turned to the others, who were still yawning waking up properly. “See? Told you she’d come,” she added with pride.

They didn’t waste any time and they went straight to show Vander, who was already sipping on his morning coffee waiting for them to eat breakfast. He chuckled when Luna bounded over to show him her prize.

“Well, look at that,” he said, inspecting the charm with mock seriousness. “Guess that Tooth Fairy knows her stuff.”

Luna grinned up at him, her gap-toothed smile brighter than ever.

From the doorway, Claggor watched the scene quietly, feeling a swell of joy. Vi caught his eye and smirked. Mylo just whispered, “Softie.” Claggor ignored them.

Vander looked over at him then, nodding silently with a small knowing smile. Claggor smiled back. Seeing Luna so happy made it all worth it.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hey Steph! How are you doing? Not a customary ask, I really do want to know<33

Also could you provide me with some soft Johnlock smut? Like... very emotional, not too graphic, or it could be moderately graphic if it's still emotional but like... not too hard-core, very vanilla, just them desiring and pining and loving and worshipping each other because they can't even believe they get to have this and the moment is sacred and divine, yada yada yada you know the vibe.

I'm guessing you already probably have related list somewhere so you could just link it as well. Best wishes hun.

Hi Nonny!!

Doing alright, could be better but I'm trying my best!

Hmmmmm I can't think of anything EXACTLY, but I will use your ask as an excuse to publish another list!!! YAY!! Hopefully these please you! And as per usual, if anyone has something to suggest, please do!

EMOTIONAL LOVE MAKING Pt 3

See also:

Emotional Love Making || [MOBILE POST]

Emotional Love Making Pt. 2

holding steady by darcylindbergh (E, 12,724 w., 4 Ch. || Post S4, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Growing Old, Gone Fishing, Mood without Plot, Soft Sherlock, Caring Sherlock, POV John Third Person, Anxious Sherlock, First Kiss / Time, Touching, Feeling Old, Sherlock Worship, Crying Sherlock, Cuddles, Comforting, Introspection, Retirement, Hand Holding, Forehead Kisses, Caring John, Bed Sharing, Emotional Love Making) – Sitting on a thick wool blanket at the end of a rickety dock side-by-side, legs dangling over the edge, a styrofoam container of wet, dark dirt between them, they’re fishing. John knows what this is about. This is about finally figuring it out.

Both Sides Now by Silvergirl (M, 14,724 w., 5 Ch. || Post-TEH / Reunion Fix-It, Bed Sharing, First Kiss / Time, Undercover John, Couple for a Case, Assassin Mary, Big Brother Mycroft, Norfolk Coast, Angry John, First Kiss, Worried Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Hand Holding, Bed Sharing, Alternating POV, Infidelity, Meddling Mycroft, Emotional Love Making, Matchmaker Mycroft) – Sherlock, undercover on the Norfolk coast, texts that he needs help; John is still seething after Sherlock’s gambit in the train car, and he refuses. When Sherlock goes missing, Mycroft sends John in to pose as Sherlock’s bit on the side.

Sunday Evening 6 p.m. by Silvergirl (E, 30,712 w., 6 Ch. || Post-TRF / TEH Divergence, Grief / Mourning / Stages of Grief, Mutual Pining, Dreams, Reunion, Love Confessions, First Kiss / Time, Alternating First Person POV, Smart John, BAMF Boys, Emotional Love Making, Song Fic, Referenced Suicide, First Kiss / Time, Touching, Sleepy Sherlock, Blow Job, Villain Mary) – Six months after Sherlock jumped, he learns that John is dedicating songs to him on a requests-only radio programme. Is John just working through grief? Or is he—communicating? Fixes the hell out of S3 by pre-empting it altogether. Remember, as TAB told us, John is Pretty Damn Smart.

Spare Parts by Raina_at (E, 63,497 w., 10 Ch. || 24th Century / Futurism AU || Post TRF, Pre-TRF Relationship, Case Fic, Mutual Pining, Estrangement, Reconciliation, Science Fiction, Reunion, Nightmares, Angry John, Cybernetic John, Emotional Discussions / Heart to Heart, POV John, Scars, Past Drug Use, Forehead Touching, Emotional Lovemaking, Kissing, Apologies, Kidnapping, Rescue Mission, BAMF John, Bed Sharing, Top Sherlock) – Two years ago, Sherlock Holmes jumped off the roof of New London Hospital. Two months ago, he walked into John's clinic as if no time had passed at all. John hasn't seen him since. But then Sherlock knocks on John's door with a case he can't say no to, and while figuring out why the biggest manufacturer or synthetic limbs in the System is going after veterans, they also need to find out whether there's a way to fix what's broken between them. Part 1 of Realigning Gravity

Swallow the Night by ArwaMachine (E, 87,873 w., 15 Ch. || TSo3/Stag Night Fix It, TAB/S4 Divergence, Toplock, Mutual Pining, PWP, Drunk / Public Sex, Anal Fingering/Sex, Alcohol-Induced Amnesia, Everyone Knows Except Them, Emotional Love Confession, Demisexual Sherlock, Internalized Homophobia [John], Parentlock with Rosie, First Kiss, Drug Relapse, Infidelity, Texting, Masturbation, Oblivious John, Emotional Love Making, Angst with Happy Ending, Dreams and Nightmares) – “Do you know how long,” John panted, his cheek scraping against the wall, looking back at Sherlock through half-closed eyes, “I’ve wanted this?” Sherlock pressed himself against John’s back, biting at John’s ear. “Not nearly as long as I have,” he whispered.

Bakers with Benefits by Raina_at (E, 88,130 w., 14 Ch. || Great British Bake Off AU || Strangers to Lovers, Switchlock, Friends with Benefits, Mentions of Alcoholism / Past Drug Use, Banter, Flirting, Fluff, Light Angst, Semi-Public Sex, Past Sherlock/Victor, Mutual Pining, POV Sherlock, Obsessive Sherlock, John’s Bum) – Sherlock Holmes has a successful YouTube baking channel, but what he really wants is his own bakery. When an old friend sends him a call for the very first Great British Bake Off, he seizes the opportunity to finally win a sponsor for his bakery. Here's the plan: Win Bake Off, get the bakery, don't fall in love with the handsome Army doctor at the neighbouring station. Easy.

Drawn to Stars by Silvergirl (E, 109,272 w., 60 Ch. || S4 Compliant to TLD / TFP Doesn’t Exist, Sherlock’s Italian Adventure, Sherlock/OC and Johnlock, Jealous John, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, First Kiss/Time, Idiots in Love, 3 Part Story, Slow Burn, Inexperienced Sherlock, Bottom Sherlock, Introspection, Alternating First and Third Person POV, Separation and Reconciliation, Emotional Love Making, Love Confessions via Letters, Angst with Happy Ending) – After the Culverton Smith case Sherlock is clean, working, and looking for a romantic partner—since John has told him that’s what he needs. Shame John didn’t mention he was interested in that role himself, before Sherlock went off to Rome with a gorgeous Italian copper to try to fall in love and become a complete human being.  Part 1 of the Drawn to Stars series

The Lost Special: Family Matters (As Do Relationships) by ShirleyCarlton (M, 144,688 w., 40 Ch. || S4 Fix It Fic / Meta Fic, Unreliable Narrator, John’s Mind Bungalow, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending, Demisexual Sherlock, Holmes Family, John Whump, Gay Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Drug Addiction, Parenting, TFP is a Nightmare, Virgin Sherlock, Slow Burn, Minor Character Death, Switchlock, John’s Past, Sherlock’s Past, Eurus, Love Confessions) –Sherrinford is not really the name of some high security prison. That was just a figment of John’s frantic coma dream. And Eurus is not actually Sherlock’s sister. That’s just something random she said to John before shooting him. Sherlock and John were never actually estranged. That was just their act to cover up what really happened to Mary – or Rosamund Moran, as her real name has turned out to be. Sherlock does have a secret sibling, though, and his name is Sherrinford. After finally eliminating Moran – though in a rather dramatically different way than they had envisioned – and exposing the truth about Eurus, John encourages Sherlock to delve into his past and to find out whether the reasons to keep Sherrinford away from Sherlock were the right ones, and to discover what really happened in 1981. Along the way, Sherlock and John gradually, finally, stop keeping each other at a distance, and eventually become a proper family of their own.

Sherlock Holmes Live by emilycare (E, 488,496 w., 73 Ch. || Theatre AU || Immersive Theatre, Romance, Slow Burn, Fake / Pretend Relationship, Fluff, Bisexual John, Demisexual Gay Sherlock, Alternating POV, Falling in Love, Eventual Case Fic, Soft Sherlock, Panic Attacks, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with Happy Ending, Pining John) –  Down on his luck John Watson answers an advert for a paid role in an experimental play. Enter William Scott with a most unusual proposition: help him test run a two person immersive experience, oh and by the way there is sex and romance involved.

[seraphdreams]

seraph since y’all talking about cocks dfafsjldjdkd I just remembered somebody said baji had a hefty cock……..what do you think

first, i need a quick second to breathe OMG HEFTY CAWK!??????? okay, so i personally think that baji is thick and has a good length but i don’t think he’s extremely thick.. more like a bit above average but either way he works it so well n his tip is pretty and like a bronze mauve color . . . he leaks a good amount but he leaks the most when you tease him n give him tiny kisses on his shaft — he may have a vein or two running up the sides but we’ll leave that up to your interpretation.

he’s big and hard to take sometimes . . . he knows he’s big but he isn’t cocky about it so he’s real surprised when you whine that you can’t take it — just means he has to finger you a bit more to get you real prepped.