#luscious soft fluffy hair

[heartthroblopez]

Need a man with big beautiful brown eyes and luscious soft fluffy hair

[holybibly]

𝔚𝔢'𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔭𝔲𝔯𝔯|𝔐𝔄𝔗ℨ 𝔵 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯(𝔗𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢𝔯)

♡ 𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: Wolf hybrids MATZ x bunny reader ♡ 𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: They say sex with a wolf is like a flirt with death, but what about heat? Or where your two devilishly luxurious alphas help you warm up before your heat fully kicks in. ♡ 𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢 / 𝔄𝔲 / 𝔗𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔢: Shameless Smut, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Hybrids!Au, Established Relationship, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Pretty Flushed!AU ♡ ℜ𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤: 18+ / 21+ / MDNI ♡ 𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: ? ♡ 𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: Mommy/Alpha! Seonghwa, Daddy/Alpha! Hongjoong, Omega/Bunny! Reader, unprotected sex, threesome, daddy kink, mommy kink, dacryphilia, pussy drunk, lots of sperm, lot of mucus, stuffed with sperm, wet and dirty, scent kink, collars, fingering, degrading, оral knotting, stomach bulge, vaginal knotting, pet names, size kink, spanking, hair pulling, lots of squirting, creampie, humiliation, fur kink, bites kink, objectification, breeding kink, pussy slapping, dirty talk, face fucking, overstimulation, oral, double penetration, manhandling, choking, multiple orgasms, rough sex, rough oral, power play, praise kink, anal play, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and more. 𝔄/𝔑: Before reading, I suggest you check out previous works in this universe.

"Please, please, please... Alpha!" You moan shrilly, your long velour ears flapping and your puffy cotton tail flicking up. You wriggle and shiver as if you have a fever, and the tingling, dragging, golden, molasses-like lust that is filling your veins right now has you whimpering and begging to be touched and fucked properly.

"Are you already begging us, my lovely sugar bunny? Do you have the right to do that, eh? Seonghwa slowly licks the top row of his sharp fangs and tilts his godlike face so close to you that you can feel his hot, wet breath on your lips. His perfectly sculpted, luscious lips make contact with yours with every word he utters, though you understand little of what he says. Your head is completely blank; all you can feel is the hot pleasure spilling under your skin and the thick, sickeningly sweet scent of pheromones mixing with the natural scents of Seonghwa and Hongjoong. "You're just our lovely, pretty sex toy, aren't you, fluffy?" He purrs velvety against your lips; his deep, utterly sinful voice, filled with mocking condescension, flows over your skin like melted honey. You sob in frustration, but reach for him anyway, desperately tangling your fingers in the impossibly soft fur of his luxurious coat. Then you stick out your tiny tongue and lick those gorgeous, tantalising lips, making him laugh darkly. "You insatiable little bunny, are you just begging to be eaten by big bad wolves or... are you just desperate to be fucked properly, huh?" He doesn't wait for you to answer, licks your mouth once, leaving a glistening trail of saliva on your lips, and slides it down your tender, vulnerable throat and lower, over your heavy, milky tits and soft belly. His hot breath streams over your flushed skin, and you arch up on the bed, trying to get more of his touch. 

"Alpha...more, please, I need more...' Your pathetic whimper excites Seonghwa even more, and a new wave of heavier, sweeter pheromones fills the bedroom, and you begin to dissolve even more into the thick, seductive haze, sinking deeper and deeper into the natural pleasure space that is inherent in all bunnies. All of your rational thought has ceased to exist, and all you can think about is how badly you want to get on top of the Alpha's thick knot and ride him for hours on end until your pussy is saturated and filled to the brim with cum. "Please touch me more! Touch me more! I need it so badly, Mommy...' 

Your little heel kicking the air as one of Seonghwa's clawed hands reaches up and roughly cups one of your swollen, milk-filled tits, beginning to knead it in his palm as his long, rough tongue lazily glides over your tender belly skin. His sharp nails gently scratch your aching, swollen nipple before wrapping two fingers around it and twisting it. 

You squeal loudly as a sharp, raw sensation of pleasure rushes through you, and Seonghwa takes advantage of it, sliding his long, slender fingers so deep into your pussy that the soft pads of his fingers touch a small bundle of super-sensitive nerves, shutting you off completely. 

"Oh God, Alpha!" Your loud scream fills the room, along with the sugary scent of ripe peaches and cream, and you feel the viscous sweet slime spurting from your pussy, coating Seonghwa's fingers in a glistening glaze. 

All of a sudden you feel a hot, soft mouth encircling your sensitive clit, sharp fangs scratching at it for a moment before a slippery, rough tongue begins to massage it aggressively. Greedy lips clinging even tighter to your swollen bud, sucking it deeper into the wolf's mouth to suckle your pussy with a deep animal hunger. You tremble all over. Crystal clear tears begin to gather at the corners of your eyes from the intensity of the sensations, and you squeal loudly, unable to contain yourself. A new wave of lust washes over your body, leaving you feverish and helpless, hungry for more and more. 

I-I... so much... so much...'

You feel rather than hear Seonghwa's velvety purr as he painfully slowly withdraws his fingers from you, allowing the demonically handsome Alpha to slip his tongue into your slime oozing hole. 

Seonghwa deep moans and leaves kisses on your wet, flushed skin as he watches Hongjoong lapping at your beautiful cunt, his fingers still pulling and twisting at your nipple, stimulating the production of milk, and you sob between intermittent sighs, completely softened by the intense pleasure. He returns his fingers to your cunt, running them over your silky petal-like folds, only to open them to the insatiable mouth of the other Alpha, causing more and more of your sweet nectar to ooze out of you, coating his fingers and dripping directly onto Hongjoong's tongue.

"That's it, fluffy. Make Daddy happy; come on his face; let him taste you." Seonghwa lifts his gaze to your face wet with tears and grins with a lecherous grin. "Your heat is getting close, bunny; I can smell it in your scent, and Hongjoong can feel it as well, right, Joong?" The dark-haired Alpha growls in confirmation, burying his face even deeper between your legs, and you squeal, kicking the air around with your little heel in vain. 

"I can't wait for it to hit you with full force. We'll make you purr, princess."

[suguru-getos]

୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 26﹕✦﹕┈・୧

-> Event Masterlist

Yandere Itachi Uchiha x F!Reader -> Breeding

Warnings: Dub!con, yandere themes, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of baby trapping, Stockholm syndrome, manipulative Itachi, pregnancy of breeding!kink. Itachi is still soft because yeah >\\< and fluffy if you squint

It's the ridiculously delectable way, her doe-eyed self cowers down beneath him whenever she loomed in his presence. He adores her, watching her fidget every time Itachi says something, every time he glances at her unmomentarily. She is akin to a deer, and Itachi- a lion, a ruthless, sadistic lion wanting nothing more but to tame his prey, but no- he doesn't just want to prey on her, he wants to love her. He wants her to love him, to subdue everything she can for him.

It's the way he always excuses his behavior with the sentence that chains her neck, boiling down her very core. "It's all to protect you, to keep you safe." When he addresses her as an 'Angel' she loses a little faith in god, because no angel's wings should be pinned down as hers, the way Itachi does it.

No, he does not hurt her, but he does make sure she doesn't hurt herself, sometimes confinement and solitude is the most amicable way to stem down the essence of a punishment and a lesson. Treason, if you will.

He still feels insanity grip the very nerves of his self when she approaches him, slouching as if she'd break if she stood tall. He would break her for standing tall & sniveling at him to let her go. "Hmm, maybe bestowing you with some responsibility will help, you've become quite air-headed, dear Y/N."

Oh, it desolates his perfect, controlled mind when he imagines her tiny self inflated with his seed, having trouble pacing around, needing Itachi with every little beck and call, the vulnerability which will come with her last semester, how she will struggle to hold her urine when the little Uchiha would kick and eagerly wait to see Mother and Father... how adoring.

It starts slow, after months of living together with Itachi, she knows how to read him, how Itachi's eyes glint towards the impending, she wouldn't be unjust, Itachi treats her kindly when he demands something, especially when it needs his fragile, male ego stroked and petted.

So she complies, as he spreads her apart naked, pupils visibly dilated as his gaze turns tender, more subtle. As if she'd break under him, a vile part of him wants to break her instantly. Itachi is a paradox, after all. "It's okay, my angelic little thing." You're doing so well for me. His luscious, long hair tickles her tender breasts as Itachi leans in, kissing her neck, scraping at the sensitive, irritated skin & deviously marking her up. "Oh no, don't cry, I'm going to be gentler." He dotes on her being a sensitive crybaby, can't handle his length, can't handle him.

Oh but the little being Itachi owns, is ferocious on her own, knowing most ardently she has him in her grip, "Wa-ant to go out after this." She manages to barely choke out when Itachi's member ravishes her cunt, thrusting, rutting his hips inside, churning them up to his shape. Itachi couldn't say no to that face, the future mother of his kids. "Anything... Angel."

"Will you let me fill you up?" Itachi asks though she doesn't have any choice but to, Itachi is a master, a sorcerer of illusions and to earn her goodness, to pretend she owns the decision of freedom, ever so fleeting choices that are nothing but a mirage; Itachi loves that.

She nods, biting her lip like an anxious child, the background thoughts all super setting the imagery of her being pregnant, she's too far gone now though. Stockholm Syndrome hugs her every night along with the slender arms of her lover. She wants to please him, simultaneously hating herself for the same as she nods, feeling the thrusts slow down, sloppy and then the warmth of his seed deep inside her gummy walls.

"Nothing, Angel, without you... I'm nothing."

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can i request a jing yuan with s/o who loves burying their face in his floofy hair? Like after a long day at the Seat of Divine foresight, they just go ‘oomph’ on his hair. Floof boy jy. <333

Idk if this is what you had in mind but I hope it was okay nonetheless.

Jing Yuan had developed an sixth sense when it came to you but more specifically when you had a exhaustion day at work.

He knew exactly what would help to put you at ease after days like these and that was to burrow your face into his fluffy hair. Jing yuan didn’t mind this one bit because if the only way that you could destress from hard days was to be face first in his hair, then he more then willing to let you burrow your face into his luscious long head of hair.

if anything he found this new habit of yours adorable and served as another example as to why he loved you. That and the fact that it was near impossible to say no to you when you’ve had such a hard day.

So when he felt you slump against his back and burrow your face into the back of his head, cushioned by his fluffy/pillowy hair, the smile that crept upon his face was almost immediate as he chuckles deeply.

‘I see you’ve had another hard day at work?’ He asks regardless of the fact that he knew you and your habits like the back of his hand.

‘Like you wouldn’t believe.’ Came your muffled voice as you tightened your hold on his waist, keeping him where you wanted him -not as though he’d ever move from his spot- as you nuzzled your face deeper into his hair, muttering under your breath, ‘so soft and silky.’

‘Care to enlighten me on your busy day?’ Jing Yuan asks.

You grunted. ‘Not really, can I just…stay like this? Just for a little while?’ You really didn’t want to recall things that happen at work when in the calming presence of your dearly beloved, you’d much rather sit in comfortable silence as you attempt to rid of the entire day from your mind, until all you could think about was Jing Yuan.

Jing Yuan’s smile softened ‘Of course, and when you awake I’ll be here as I’ve always have been.’ He reminds you as he felt you put all of your weight against him as you gradually drifted off to sleep.

‘Thank you.’ You murmured, getting yourself comfortable before falling asleep, uncaring of the fact that your face was buried deep within Jing Yaun’s hair, as it was something you’ve done countless times before; after all Jing Yuan’s hair was soft enough and fluffy enough to act as an makeshift pillow where you could easily rest your head against without much worry for a aching neck.

Jing Yuan didn’t mind, he never did, he would sit in his current position on the floor forever if that what you wanted, as your comfort was something Jing Yuan took pride in above all else. So he only wished you a sweet and peaceful rest as he listened to your even breathing before finding himself drifting off soon after.

[sunflowersteves]

i'm not cute || m.o.

pairing || miguel o'hara x fem!reader

summary || Miguel always loved when you played with his hair.

author's notes || this is my first miguel fic and im v excited!! there will be much more to come <3 also, my spanish is v v v limited and i tried following what ppl were saying in the miguel tag but please let me know if I need to fix anything!!

warnings || none, fluff, it's tooth-rotting

“Did you just braid my hair?”

You paused—froze even. Your hands stilled in between his luscious, soft hair, and it took every ounce inside of you to not continue to feel through each strand of his. 

“Uh, no?” It was bashful. 

You inwardly winced at the extremely unconvincing tone of your voice. You couldn’t see, but his lips curled into the smallest of smiles. His spidey-DNA, as you liked to call it, sensed the heat that radiated off of your body. 

After an unsuccessful mission, Miguel came home in a state of ire. His eyebrows were furrowed, anger rolling off of his body in waves as his chest heaved up and down. But as soon as your hand placed itself across the plains of his chest and soothed the fabric of his suit, everything started to dissipate. 

The anger, the grief, the guilt—everything. 

You gently pulled his wrist, and he blindly followed you into the living room of your makeshift apartment he built in Nueva York. You sat right above him on the couch, brush in your hand as you stroked through each strand of hair. His frame practically barrelled over you, despite him sitting on the ground with his back to the legs of the couch.

 In return, he wanted to desperately turn around and press light kisses into your skin, but he refrained. He knew that all you wanted to do was comfort his tense muscles. 

“That didn’t sound very convincing.”

You bite your lip, sheepishly, as you ignored his comment and started to braid another part of his hair. You very carefully twisted the fluffy soft hair between one another and grinned at the What he didn’t have to know wouldn’t hurt him, right? Well, apparently, you were wrong because once you tugged on his hair, yet again, and he practically jumps. 

“¡Ay!” He yelps and turns his head to look at you, “¿Qué mierda haces?” 

Your eyes widened, “Miggy! Oh—I’m so sorry!” You go to reach for his head again in an attempt to soothe the pain that you caused, but he caught your wrist. 

If you weren’t too concerned about tugging on his hair, you would have noticed the slight change in his lips that turned into a sly smirk. “Cariño,” He warned. His voice was gravelly and rough—the sound sending shivers down your spine. “¿Qué voy a hacer contigo?” 

In one motion, he’s hovering over you. “Hmm?”

Your mouth opens in surprise—the spark in your heartbeat not going unnoticed by the man before you. “I–I just, Miguel—” You were starting to get nervous under his gaze—just like you always do.

Pure adoration flashed between his ruby eyes, and his finger gently rubbed against the side of your cheek. It was so gentle and affectionate that it almost created tears against your waterline. He loved when you got nervous and playful—it always struck against his chest and seized him whole. He wanted to see the effect that he had on you in every waking moment, it seemed. 

He smiled. “You’re cute.”

You gasped, attempting to turn the tables around and flip him over. “I am not cute!” Alas, you were unsuccessful. 

He laughed. It was hearty and pretty against your ears. “You’re right. You’re the cutest.”

You grumbled under your breath, and it took every ounce of control not to kiss the puffing of your cheeks. “Whatever, you’re the cutest. Not me.” 

Miguel smiled—teeth showing and entirely genuine as he took in your playful expression and fingers that twisted the short hair against the base of his neck. 

“I’ll eventually make you admit it, mi alma. Don't you worry."

~~

¿Qué mierda haces? - What the fuck are you doing?

Cariño - Honey

¿Qué voy a hacer contigo? - What am i going to do with you?

Mi alma - my soul

[peachdues]

Kyojuro Rengoku enjoys being called ‘Daddy’ in bed, but he enjoys calling you ‘Mommy,’ even more.

He whimpers it every time you’re like this — perched upon his aching, thick cock like a throne, dropping and rolling your hips with a messy precision, a wet schlicking sound the only noise apart from the steady moans falling from your flame-haired lover’s mouth like a song.

“Mommy,” he whines, swallowing hard because his mouth will not stop watering at the sight of your luscious breasts bouncing as you writhe atop him, your thighs burning to push his cock deeper and deeper into your clenched core, your walls throbbing, begging to be filled by his cum, so hot and viscous.

You grin sympathetically at your red-faced, fucked-out lover. “What is it, baby?” You coo, fingers raking down the sinewy mass of his pectorals, grazing over his peaked nipples making him hiss.

“Pl-please, let me — fuck,” Kyojuro tries, but your hips swivel and the walls of your cunt flutter in that way that makes him go cross-eyed, and it’s all he can do not to let drool drip from his mouth.

You lift yourself up off him until his cock nearly slips out, the engorged, leaking head just barely nestled inside your entrance.

Kyojuro groans — loudly, in complaint, and tries to buck up to sheathe himself back inside your walls, but you raise yourself higher, taunting him. His eyebrows knit together and the muscles in his biceps bulge as he strains against the black, fluffy handcuffs locking his wrists against the slats of your bed frame.

He opens his eyes and meets your amused gaze, and it makes you giddy to see that your sweet, passionate boyfriend looks close to crying.

You slowly lower yourself on his cock, but you’re careful to take no more than a single inch of him back into your welcoming heat.

You fight the urge to join his moans as he pulses within you. “Tell me what you want, sweet boy.”

A bead of sweat rolls down Kyojuro’s temple. “Your breasts,” he manages through clenched teeth. “Please — let me suck on them —,”

You impale yourself fully upon his stiffened length in satisfaction, savoring the loud, lascivious moan that rips from his throat as you resume your pace — brutal and hard, the way you know will have him painting the inside of your walls with his salty white in a matter of minutes.

You fall forward, dangling your full breasts tantalizingly in front of his face as you work his cock. “Go ahead, baby,” you say sweetly, and Kyojuro strains up from the bed, eagerly wrapping his lips around your nipple and pulling your soft flesh into his mouth.

You hum and mewl as you grind into him, gasping slightly as Kyojuro nips at you the way he knows you love, your cunt beginning to tighten around him as your end draws near.

Kyojuro suckles at you, moaning as he sloppily drags his mouth back and forth between your breasts, trying to shower them with equal attention.

You want to cum so desperately, but you will not — not until he’s filled you, not until he’s made a proper mess of your cunt. And so, as he mouths at your tits and as his hips began to buck up into you, sloppy and without rhythm, you wrap a hand lightly around his throat and squeeze.

“Be a good boy, Kyojuro, and cum for Mommy, okay?”

credit to my love @benkeibear for the banner!!

[philistiniphagottini]

may i request boothill with 13? 🤍 love your works btw! <3 and a happy nutvember to you too ^_^

Thank you Anon for the kind words <3 Happy nutvember lmao. Hope you enjoy~

Boothill + Eating Out

Nutvember

cw. smut, oral sex (fem receiving), eating out, wet & messy, female reader, chubby reader, minors DO NOT interact

A blistering moan bubbled up the back of your throat, the debauched sound muffled into the fluffy confines of your pillow as you hugged it tighter to your body, burying your face deeper into the soft material as you twisted between the sheets. A pleasant tingle raced along the curve of your spine, the heat pooling in the pit of your stomach as your blood simmered hotly in your veins. Your soused lashes fluttered over your burning cheeks, ears burning at the slick sound of Boothill’s lips smacking together as he buried his face deeper between the meat of your thick thighs. The hum that stirred in his chest danced along the soft insides of your plush thighs, beads of slick dripping from your creamy folds as Boothill’s devilish tongue teased your sopping hole with a rough flicker. 

"Hmm, you taste mighty fudging good" Boothill purred, the mechanical whir in his voice making your toes curl into the soles of your feet. 

His large hands gripped the scruff of your arse, spreading your cheeks wider until he got an unadulterated view of both of your holes fluttering and clenching around nothing. A soft whistle breezed past his lips as he appreciated the sight of your chubby, drenched pussy, all flushed and swollen from his attentiveness as he licked his lips in anticipation. Pearls of your arousal stained his metal fingers as he hooked his thumbs on your fat lips, your sex opening up like a delicate flower in bloom as another rush of slick stained your trembling legs. Your mewls of bliss were swallowed into the pillow. 

"Well, howdy darling, you’re dripping for little ol’ me. Forkin’ hell, you’re gonna make me blush with the mess you’re making."

Your hips jolted forward when you felt the sharp points of his teeth sink into the skin of your supple rump, the aching nub of your clit dragging against the sweat soaked sheets and sending a spark of flaring friction to swirl deep down into your core. The tips of your fingers tingled with numbness as you clawed at the pillow held tight in your grasp, the hair on the nape of your neck prickling with drops of sweat as your drooling pussy hungrily swallowed around nothing.  

"Boothill" you whined with a drunk slur. "Please."

You weren’t sure what exactly you wanted. You just wanted him to do something, whether that was to plunge his tongue between your dripping folds or to press his fingers deep into your fluttering hole until you could feel him curling in the pit of your soft belly. Boothill grabbed the scruff of your backside harder, metal fingers leaving behind indents in your plump skin as the soft pudge spilled between the splayed digits. A warm chuckle breezed past his lips, the warm air puffing against the heat of your fat cunt as his tongue clicked behind his sharp teeth. 

"Don’t worry baby girl. Ol’, reliable Boothill has got ya. Just wanna savour my meal is all pretty girl."

You choked on a hiccup of pleasure as his tongue swiped along the dripping seam of your pussy, spreading apart the bedewed folds as your arousal webbed on his spit-soaked lips. He moaned hotly into the silky folds of your pussy, tongue gathering up a creamy mixture of your essence and his saliva before he swallowed. The sweet nectar tickled along his tongue and soothed his parched throat, the retinas of his eyes flaring as your intoxicating scent stuffed his nostrils. Wisps of his long hair tickled your searing skin as he suckled on your fat, luscious lips, teeth pinching the delicate skin until it was abused and swollen; flushed and begging for more.

The hot knot in the pit of your stomach twisted tighter, your hips rocking into the mattress as you desperately tried to slam your hips back and pierce yourself on Boothill’s elusive tongue. The material of your pillow somehow ended up between your teeth as you drooled all over the fabric, your jaw tight as your voice echoed around the walls of your stuffy bedroom. Your heart pulsed in your ears as stars swirled behind your closed eyelids, head spinning in a tizzy as your tongue lodged itself in the pocket of your cheeks. Your fat tits squished against the clammy sheets and your pebbling nipples dragged across the silky touch as the heat inside of you continued to climb at a rapid rate. Boothill groaned as he continued to taste your arousal like it was a sweet nectar, tongue twirling around your sopping entrance until you soaked the sheets beneath you in a rush of slick. 

He smiled against your chubby folds as the hot knot inside of you unfurled, filling your veins with boiling bliss as you sobbed and moaned his name like it was the only word you remember. You shrieked loudly when his tongue slipped into your pulsing core, a thick rush of cream coming to meet the cushion of his tongue as he slipped inside your soused walls. The rapturous heat twisted once again, your stomach doing flips as Boothill buried his face between the cleft of your arse cheeks. You felt his sharp teeth pricking at your chubby folds as he stuffed as much of your gorgeous pussy in his mouth as he could manage, sucking at your messy folds as another rush threatened to ensnare you in its web.   

Air felt like lead in your lungs as you desperately tried to gulp it down, shocks of electricity wracking the notches of your spine as your overstimulated cunt squirted once more, fireworks bursting in your soft stomach as the bright colours bled into the darkness behind your closed eyes. You arched your back as you pushed your plump hips into the touch of Boothill’s hands, metal fingers kneading your soft skin like a cat pining for your attention. You spent the next few blissful moments trying to recover, head still stuck up in the clouds of nirvana while Boothill dragged out the last dregs of your pleasure still lingering in your system. Once you found the strength to move, you tried to pull away, only to have Boothill draw your fat cunt back into the flaming heat of his mouth. You weren’t sure if the sound you made was even human. 

"Where are you going, little darling?" Boothill asked when he popped off your cunt with a loud, wet smack. "I’m just getting started."

[tasteracha]

gates of hell

word count: 2.2k

warnings: afab!reader, soft dom!minho, demon!minho, edging, minor degradation, minor manhandling, reader is called good girl, teasing, smut - MINORS DNI

synopsis: minho is the demon that welcomes you into hell

so, this is your third week in hell.

you remember your first day; it’s wasn’t the barren wasteland you would have expected. it wasn’t even that dark - you’d spent hours in clubs, sweaty faces illuminated by strobing lights, darker than this.

it looked like something out of a fairy tale, tall cliffs shrouded in fluffy clouds, sun rays shining down on luscious red trees, and set of black shining stairs leading up to a tall grey castle completing the picture. you honestly would have mistaken this for heaven if it weren’t for the demon standing next to you, your single person welcoming party. 

not that you were complaining; he was single-handedly the most beautiful thing you’ve ever laid eyes on. dark blue tinted hair swooped down over his forehead, just touching the long eyelashes around his round black eyes, high cheekbones and a sharp chin. a pouty mouth, lips full, pulled into a smirk stopped you from saying anything. he looked cocky enough, there’s no need to add more fire to the flames. 

you didn’t realize that you’d been staring for too long until a pair of black wings materialized behind him, feathers fluffing a bit, and you stepped back in shock. you don’t know why you were shocked, you knew he was a demon, his eyes were completely black. that didn’t stop you from taking another step back when he spread his wings out. 

“shall we?” he said, voice impossibly soft as he steps towards you, negating the space you had just made between you. these are the only words he’d spoken to you since he met you at the gates, when he muttered ‘welcome to hell’ before leading you to the base of the stairs. he didn’t wait for you to answer before swiping you into his arms in an impossible display of strength. the ground left your feet again when he took off into the air, black wings stretched out behind him as you gained altitude. you wrapped your arms tight around his neck, pressing your face into his chest as you try not to scream. 

when he landed, you scrambled away from him as quickly as you could, glaring daggers at him as you got your heart rate under control. 

“what, did you want to walk all the way up those?” he quirked a brow at you, nodding towards the hundreds of stairs he just flew you over. 

“some warning would have been nice,” you grumbled, knowing he was right but not wanting to give him the satisfaction. of course you got stuck with a demon guide you can’t stand, even after knowing him for only five minutes. 

“well!” he clapped his hands, completely ignoring your indignation as he lead you inside the tall doors. it’s barren inside, a single glowing door in the middle of swirling pools of black water. he stopped at it, reaching for the doorknob. “you have your own room, of course. this door will take you to it, it recognizes you when you touch it.”

he opened the door and - it’s your bedroom. cleaner than it’s been in months, posters still on the walls and plushies lining the floor by your closet. 

“you’re free to do what you want here.” he placed a hand on your shoulder when you take no move to walk into the room with him. “like an extended hotel stay. there’s a pool on the third floor.”

“is there wi-fi here?” you say, trailing a hand over your desk and stopping at your laptop. he stepped towards the door, ignoring your question. 

that was the last you had heard from him since you got here. you woke up the next morning to a sticky note with a password written on it, but the two of you hadn’t exchanged words since. you’ve seen him lurking around the castle as you explore, hiding behind pillars and corners with his dark eyes trailed on you, but he never approaches you. you’re curious about him, and even after you’ve gotten all of your questions answered by other residents you’ve met (no, you don’t age here; no, you can’t get pregnant; yes, you can still feel pain; yes, can still eat) you find yourself with an endless list of others about him. 

even as you try and keep him off of your mind, the days bleeding into on another with you spending your time discovering your new home, you can’t. his face is burned into your mind, you see him in your dreams, behind your eyelids when you close them, in your mind when you touch yourself in the deepest hours of the night. so you look for him. you creep around the corners he’s been inhabiting, behind the walls you’ve sensed him looking at you from, but he’s never there. you see him sometimes, but by the time you blink he’s gone. he’s avoiding you, now?

or, you thought he was, until he shows up at your door one night, just as you were in the middle of one of the shows you’ve started with your newfound endless time here. he pushes past you and shuts the door behind him when you fail to greet him, mouth slack at his unexpected appearance.

“have you ever fucked a demon?” he says abruptly, hand trailing down your back but looking straight in front of him with a blank face like he didn’t ask you one of the lewdest questions you’ve ever heard. weeks of dancing around each other, him staring at you like he wanted to eat you, and this is what he starts with?

“well, considering i didn’t know you existed until a few weeks ago, no.” you snark back, shivering when his nails dig into the back of your shirt. 

“do you want to?” he looks at you, black eyes wide. “i’ve never fucked a human.”

and who were you to say no to that? he was there and insanely hot, and there were surely worse ways to spend your time in hell. you nod. 

the next thing you feel is the whoosh of wind against your ears as he flings you onto the bed, immediately crawling on top of you. 

his clawed hand rips open the front of your shirt, and he drowns your protests with a searing kiss, making every one of your nerve endings light up. you didn’t know if it was that you were in hell or that it was him, but his touch felt more intense than anything you’ve felt before. 

he swallows your gasp as he rakes his nails down your stomach, leaving goosebumps in their wake. your kiss is broken when he grabs your hips and hikes you up further on the bed so he can straddle you; the sight of him leaning over you with his dark wings furled against his back makes him look more like an angel than a demon. 

“don’t need these right now,” he makes a show of holding his hand up in front of you, making you watch as he retracts the claws until he’s left with human fingernails, painted black. his hands, impossibly soft, discard the tattered remains of your shirt and pop open the button of your jeans. he pulls them down with your panties in one smooth move, leaving you completely bare and exposed in front of him. you can’t bring yourself to be shy: you’re already dead, what’s the worst that could happen?

he moves to mouth at your throat hungrily, teeth nipping into your skin as he moves lower and lower. you’re squirming under him, your fingers tangled into his hair to pull him closer or pull him away, you don’t even know. 

“are you always this sensitive?” he asks, blowing on your nipple and making you shiver. “makes me want to take my time with you. find out exactly where i can touch to drive you crazy.”

you don’t answer. you can’t. your thoughts are so scrambled already, it’s a wonder you can even remember your own name - he’s already driven you mad and he hasn’t even done anything. 

a gasp is ripped from your throat when his fingers dip into your folds, exploring gently in clever circles. when you look down at him he’s wearing that smirk and you drag him up by his hair to kiss him. his fingers continue to work, not deterred by the way you’ve started humping into him. 

“desperate little thing, aren’t you?” he mumbles into your lips, making you bite at his with a spark of anger. he speeds up in retaliation, dipping his fingers into you finally, digging in just right until you can feel the tightness about to snap and - he stops. you let out a dry sob as your body deflates into your mattress, panting and entirely unsatisfied. 

“i know you’ve never fucked a human, but you do know how this works right?” you complain once you get your breath back. 

“hmm,” he pulls back, trailing his slick hand against your lips, chuckling when you open your mouth to suck on his fingertips. it’s the dirtiest thing you’ve ever done, you’re pretty sure. “i know exactly what i’m doing.” 

you’re suddenly aware of how he’s fully clothed, and you fumble at his clothes with shaking hands. in a blink of an eye, his black shirt and trousers are gone, leaving sculpted muscles and thick thighs in your sight. one of his hands pin your wrists above your head, the other reading down to guide his cock to your entrance. he rubs the tip through your folds, teasing. 

“please,” you whine, arching your back when he catches on your clit, sensitive and tingling. 

“there you are,” he coos, pressing into you slowly. “i knew you would beg so prettily. and all it took was a little bit of teasing?” 

you want to be angry, his words should make you angry, but with him fully sheathed inside of you all you can do is nod and hope the tears pooling up in your eyes won’t drip out. he starts out at a brutal pace, pushing little ah-ah-ah’s of you in punched breaths. 

“minho, darling,” his voice croons into your ear as he rocks into you in his steady rhythm. 

“hmm?” you breathe out in between gasps - he’s filling you so well, like he was made just for you, made to fit the contours of your body, made to lie beside you. 

“the name you can scream out,” he supplies with a sharp thrust that hits you just right, sending sparks shooting up your spine. “or, you can just call me sir, if you like that.”

“fuck you,” you seethe, holding back a pathetic whine when he stops completely. a hand winds itself around your throat, squeezing the sides gently, not enough to restrict your breathing but the thought that he could without batting an eye makes your heart beat faster. 

“is that any way to speak to your demon, honey?” his voice is as syrupy as the name he calls you. you wish for a moment that you could see his eyes past the black galaxies you’re looking into. “you were being such a good girl a few moments ago.”

“mine…?” you trail off as he picks his pace back up, not giving you a second to readjust.  

“been waiting for you,” he grunts out, leaning down into you to lick and nip at the shell of your ear. “made for you.” 

it’s the first break in his facade, the guttural emotion with which he said those words makes your body burn with desire. he releases your wrists when you tug, letting you wrap your arms around him, your blunt nails scratching down his back. when they reach the place where his wings meet his back he shudders, a full body thing and the new power you hold in your hands sends your mind reeling.

you feel your high building up again, and you scream his name when he hides his face in your neck as his thrusts become uneven. his breath is ragged, coming out in hot pants against you, and he bites down as he releases inside of you. his wings unfurl, spreading out behind him in a display of dark power. the sight of them mixed with the sharp pain from his teeth pushes you over the edge and you come around him, feeling him shudder against you as you milk him dry. 

he slumps against you, wings surrounding you and shrouding the two of you in safe darkness as he keeps his weight on his elbows to keep from crushing you. he tilts his face towards yours to give you a soft kiss, a contrast to every way he’s touched you so far. your brain is still fuzzy from your orgasm, stronger than any you’ve experienced before. he nuzzles his face into your neck sweetly, whispering apologies to you when you wince as he pulls out of you. you hum in response, closing your eyes.

"did i fuck the life back into you?" he teases, soothing the biting remark with another kiss to your jaw.

"shut up," you shoot back, no heat in your words. "you're the one who said you were made for me."

“i’ve waited years to do that,” he says, curling up into your side. “waited years for you.”

“you’re my demon soulmate?” you breath out, giggling at the absurdity of it. there's no way its true, right?

“yes.” he says, completely serious. it sobers you, and you tilt his head towards you to see him. brown human eyes stare back at you, emotions freely reflecting back at you. 

[queenie-avenue]

Kissed by Aphrodite.

💌 ⤻ft. THE CEO, THE CHEERLEADER, THE BASEBALL PLAYER, THE ACADEMIC RIVAL

—> how they look in the mirror.

⤻ no content warnings, basically. just how the yanderes look and their favourite feature of themself

notes: i felt a bit lazy this time and decided to make a small post, sorry yall.

🦋 ⤻ archives.

💌 ⤻ THE CEO, ADRIAN HOUDE.

Many articles have regarded him as the top bachelor, not just because of his money, but because of his looks. A handsome actor or celebrity is easy to come by, but a handsome CEO? It's a bit hard. Just look at all the rest of the CEOs alongside Adrian, who have bald heads.

Unlike them, Adrian has a full head of luscious blonde hair inherited from his grandmother. You know those hairstyles on 1950s men in those posters? Adrian's hairstyle is similar to that, if not just a slight bit more tousled.

His eyes are icy blue. With warmth only present in them when you're around. His eyes are hooded and sharp.

He's clean shaven with no stubble at all, and he wears a bit of makeup to hide the blemishes on his skin. Nothing is more attractive than a man who knows how to look presentable. He likes to wear a chapstick with just a hint of tint, just to make himself pop a bit more. He has a rather pale complexion. His jawline is sharp and strong, and his nose is straight with the base slightly upturned. His lips are slightly downturned, but his eyes are always smiling.

When it comes to smell, he probably wears a very stereotypical cologne of Tom Ford. However, there's always a hint of mint of him.

💌 ⤻ THE CHEERLEADER, KATIE WILLIAMS

Katie is the stereotypical pretty cheerleader, but it's not her looks that draws people in the most — though it certainly helps — is probably her ability to charm and manipulate anyone into doing her bidding.

Katie has really dark skin, and she wears it proudly. Her foundation and concealer is always dewy and bright as opposed to matte.

She loves makeup, looks like the 'cold girl' makeup, paired with some bold eyeshadow. Her eyes are double-lidded and are of a rounder shape with false lashes always on them. Sometimes, it's like she never takes them off. Some of her roommates in her sorority like to make funny rumours about it to tease her.

Her lips are plump, and, like a 2000s girlie, she loves wearing shiny lip gloss and lipstick. She doesn't overline her lips, though. They're big enough.

Her hair is naturally curly and she takes good care of it, like any other part of her appearance. She likes to wear her curly hair in space buns with little pom poms in her scrunchies. She really loves selling that cheerleader look as much as possible.

Her perfume is from Bath and body works, and she likes to experiment with it. She finishes most of her products every two months and will show up to class with a new perfume. Some of the girls in the school like to mirror her perfume too when she gets a new one. She's that popular!

💌 ⤻ THE BASEBALL PLAYER, JESPER HARGREAVES

Jesper is a brunette, and his hair is always tousled and fluffy. Even when it's wet, it has that bit of volume in it. He styles it everyday with a bit of gel but it always gets messy during practice. If you both are close enough in your relationship, he likes when you style it for him.

His skin is slightly tan from hours of playing in the sun but he makes sure to wear sunscreen, especially after finding out from videos that not wearing sunscreen can cause skin damage. He cringes everytime he remembers how he rejected sunscreen, deciding he was too 'macho' for it.

He has rather soft features for a guy. If he had a skinnier body, people would no doubt mistake him for a girl. He has soft rounded eyes with double eyelids, a cute button nose and heart-shaped lips and bushy eyebrows.

When it comes to scent, he's pretty basic about it. Just deodorant is fine with him. He's particular about sunscreen, but when it comes to shampoo and all, he's the type to use a 3-in-1.

💌 ⤻ THE ACADEMIC RIVAL, SEO MIN-JUN

Min-jun looks like your stereotypical Korean boy. Sure, he's basic, but he knows how to style well so he goes from average to god-like. He has permed his hair and gotten it a bit more fluffy and curly, the bangs swooped to the side to compliment his face shape.

His skin is pale and soft from all the skin care products and sunscreen he uses. He has a bit of a bigger nose and mono-lidded eyes — he's a bit insecure about these traits, give him compliments about it to make him feel better — but very pretty lips and a somewhat sharp jaw.

He has black eyes and black hair, but when he's alone, he likes to wear some contacts to play around with it. He does wear contacts on a daily basis though, but they don't add any colour, it's mainly to help with his eyesight because glasses give him a migraine and he can't find any shape that compliments his face well enough. Can you tell he's vain?

For scent, he probably wears a custom perfume made by some shop.

[heartthroblopez]

That smile ❣️

[ghoultrifle]

mushy may day eight !!!!

prompt: sex turning into making love

characters: mountain/rain

word count: 950

summary: just the sappiest t4t mountrain sex ever

cws: sex, sex toys

notes: i am really proud of this and would appreciate kind comments/reblogs :3

below the cut or on ao3 :))

The strap hangs heavy in its harness on Rain’s hips, leaving slight red marks; highlights on his blue, dusky skin. Mountain’s on his back and Rain’s kneeling in between his legs, both ghouls raking their eyes over each other, taking in their beauty. Mountain, a sage forest filled with moles and scars; the rich, luscious trees that stand within. Rain leans over, drawing a line with his index finger, making its way from the tip of his sturdy antlers, right down through every mark that makes him, landing on his bush. His hips involuntarily kick at the touch, eager for more, his eyes shining as Rain looks down at him, a silent please. Rain trails his finger further, teasing the very end of his clit and watching as it twitches under his touch.

“So pretty for me, woodland, I could devour you,” Rain admires.

Mountain groans, “I could say the same for you, my love.” As he says it his gaze travels across the contours of Rain’s body, noting the way his inky hair contrasts the hue of the skin surrounding it. And how his shoulders frame the rest of his body perfectly, from his chest to his ass. Looking into Rain’s eyes he sees them dilate as they make eye contact once again. Mountain wells up ever so slightly, he’s loved, he feels special, he’s Rain’s person.

The finger circling Mountain’s dick leisurely moves further down, still tracing the earth ghoul, committing him to memory. “Fuck, you’re soaked, Mount,” he says, still surprising him every time that he’s wanted and appreciated. The ghoul beneath him can only hum in agreement, lost in his own mind as he revels in Rain’s touch. The water ghoul hovers, asking silent permission to continue. Mountain grants it as he closes his eyes, throwing his head back gently and baring his throat. They both moan quietly as Rain’s cool finger enters Mountain’s cunt. He takes his time exploring, as if he’s finding out what makes the other tick for the first time. It’s intimate, both ghouls lending a vulnerability that makes every sensation more powerful than the last.

“Ready,” Mountain squeaks. “Want to feel you.”

“Want you too, baby. Gonna treat you so well.”

“You always do, Rain.”

They don’t need to confess their love through prolonged monologues, just a few words is all they need to feel as close as their first time. With both ghouls more than ready, Rain carefully lubes up every inch of the strap, ensuring his love will be as comfortable as possible. He teases the earth ghoul, languidly stroking his cock in his efforts. Once he deems it wet enough, he positions himself properly, bending Mountain’s legs and leaning forward to kiss him as he slides in steadily.

The room goes silent for a moment as they adjust to the new position before Mountain returns a chaste kiss that inevitably devolves into a disgustingly sweet embrace of each other’s bodies. Rain nuzzles his head in the crook of Mountain’s shoulder as he thrusts gently into him, taking his time to do so. Mountain near-melts at the sensation of the water ghoul’s fluffy hair against his neck and turns his head to affectionately nibble on his ear. Soft moans and the tender contact of Rain’s hips with Mountain’s fill the room. The occasional whispered praise breaks through too.

“Fuck, I love you,” Mountain breathes. It’s followed by the stuttering of Rain’s hips as he falters and blushes, like he’s just been told it for the first time. Once he regains his rhythm he angles the thrusts right against Mountain’s g-spot, returning his love.

“I love you too, wildflower,” Rain replies. “Always going to love you.”

The water ghoul continues his motions as he moves to place his mouth on Mountain’s neck, sucking sweetly to leave the marks of his love. To add to the rich tapestry of Mountain’s body with a reminder of his affection, albeit a temporary one. “Hnnng- fuck Rain,” he groans, tilting his head back further to give him access.

The new angle allows the strap to be ground against Rain’s twitching t-dick with every little movement he makes for his love. The sensations are immense, furthered by the intimate setting in which his innermost feelings for Mountain are divulged freely. His pace picks up almost imperceptibly as he chases the pleasure, wanting both to savour it and experience it all at once.

His mind is made up for him as Mountain’s breaths begin to become heavier and more frequent. Engulfing the strap, Rain can see Mountain’s cunt clenching around him, leaking pre and looking ever so pretty, his pubic hair covered in a sheen. “Close, Rain. Come with me?” He asks, doe-eyes batting. It sparks Rain to nod as he turns on the small bullet vibrator secured in the harness, keeping his renewed pace as the pleasure becomes too much for both of them. 

They find themselves staring deeply into each other’s eyes as Rain reaches his climax, hips thrusting erratically as he rides out his orgasm. He winces in pleasure only able to repeat Mountain’s name in a soft moan, “Mmph Mountain, my love- fuck- Mountain baby.” 

The sight, along with Rain’s movements sends Mountain over the edge just seconds later. His cunt spasms around the strap, Mountain’s arms grasping for purchase on Rain’s shoulders as the water ghoul brings his hand down once again to toy with Mountain’s clit, only stopping when overstimulation sets in and he begins to writhe.

Still buried inside, Rain flops down onto Mountain’s chest, panting. With his ear placed against the earth ghoul’s heart, he confesses once more, in time with the beats, “I love you.”

[soft-mafia]

Modern AU Buggy headcanons/ideas(?)

warnings: SFW, mentions of drug use

a/n: I’m surprised I haven’t seen a lot modern x reader AUs with Buggy, so I decided to jot down some ideas I had!! This is also just an excuse for me to imagine Jeff Ward bc the brainrot is consuming me he’s so hot.

• Off the bat the first thing people notice about him is his nose; it’s not a ridiculously large, red clown nose, but the tip of his nose is abnormally rounded; after a few seconds of looking at it, it goes relatively unnoticeable once you get used to it but he is still VERY insecure about it.

• “Buggy” is probably a nickname he got from either playing on a football team as a kid, or a username for some video game. His real name is something he’s embarrassed about like Benjamin or something.

• I imagine that instead of pirates and pirate crews, these people are bikers with biker gangs. Idk it sounds hot to me.

• Sorry not sorry but I can’t see a modern Buggy who isn’t a stoner.

• I don’t see Buggy having a clown persona in a modern AU since he doesn’t have the nose for him to wanna cope with it, BUT he seems like a guy who can do some pretty rad sketches and he often just draws creepy clowns.

• Still has his luscious long blue hair of course, I imagine he uses box dye and usually keeps it in a pony tail or a man bun. It’s super soft and fluffy bc men just have a natural talent of having healthy hair without doing anything to take care of it for some reason.

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober (2024) Day 31 - Honeymoon

Kink: Honeymoon

Pairing: GN!Reader x M!Selkie

Other Kinks: Sickly Sweet Fluffy Smut, Domesticity

Word Count: 1596

Kinktober Masterlist

There’s a storm outside.

The perfect kind of storm; Not serious enough to warrant serious preparation, but just intense enough to justify a night in. The kind of heavy rain you could fall asleep too, or curl up with hot chocolate and a nice book. 

The night feels extra dark in the downpour, thick pelts of water snuffing out any possible light from past your porch. It would be eerie if you weren’t safe in your cabin, wrapped in the arms of your husband.

Husband. Ugh, just saying it makes your heart flutter. You don’t think you’ll ever get over how nice it sounds coming out of your mouth.

“This is nice.”

“Hmm-hmm.” Your hum, muffled in Angus’ chest. You lay on top of him, face-half turned to look out the window, half nuzzled into his bare skin. He runs hot, perfect for days like this, like a giant teddy bear. Teddy Seal? “It’s supposed to rain all night. Clear up in the morning.”

“Air will be nice and fresh.”

“Exactly.” Your eyes fall closed, thankful for the peace of this night. The wedding had been amazing, but hectic; Saying “Thank You” a million times over, making time for every extended cousin and family friend who made the effort to come, all while trying to look your best. Angus had been an absolute doll, supportive and a pillar while you were both tossed around like driftwood in the sea. You had passed out on the car ride to this secluded cabin, not wanting to spend the night too tired to enjoy it.

A hand brushes across your cheek, your eyes drifting up to Angus’. He looks so handsome, even after 4 hours in the car, it’s unfair. White hair perfectly tousled, gray and black freckles highlighting his defined cheekbones and the soft curve of his jaw. His lashes are thick and luscious, an envy of any one who sees them.

“You look so cute right now.”

That makes you laugh, turning up to look directly at him.

“You say that all the time.” You gesture to your pajamas, your hair still stinking of the car. Not your best look.

“And I mean it every time.” He boops your nose, then boops your lips. You pretend to bite his fingers, he laughs.

It was in a moment like this that made you realize he was the one. That he could be the person you grew old with, sit on a porch with, lie in bed until you’re gone with. Angus and you could do anything, anywhere, and it would be special.

His lips linger on your lips, tracing around them. Feels the chapstick you applied earlier, draws his thumb across your bottom one. You feel locked in his dark eyes, pools like arctic water, that you could fall in a happily wade for hours, despite the chill.

When you lean up and kiss him, it’s slow. The kind of soft peck of a first date, just holding your lips to his. You don’t even intend for it to go anywhere, but with you and Angus, it’s inevitable it does.

His hand moves to rub at your lower back, pushing up the hem. A shiver runs down your spine, has you gripping at his t-shirt, knotting your fingers. It reveals only a sliver of his clavicle, but it's enough to have you kissing him again, your tongue prodding at his mouth. The other hand now lays on your ass, a strong grip groping at the plaid fabric of your pajama pants.

Now you sit up. The peck has devolved into a full on makeout session, panting and breathing in between each lip lock. Your legs straddle his wide waist, grinding down harder with each passionate kiss. Fingers splayed across your bare back, hand traveling further up and under your shirt, the nerves of your spine feeling electric.

Cuddling with Angus is always hot, but now your bodies feel like lava. The clothes have become too much, Angus quick to shuck off your shirt once you raise your arms. The two seconds you're not kissing is too long, immediately latching back onto each other. You can feel his firm bicep as he sits up straighter now, the hand on your back pushing you, your bare chest to his clothed one. 

Something presses right between your legs, another shiver running down your back as Angus’ bulge pulses from beneath his sweats. You’re able to shove a hand in between your two writhing bodies to grab it, palm up the shaft and hear a growl come from Angus’ chest.

“Fuck.” He mutters, humping his hips up into your palm. Even through the fabric you can tell it's burning hot, the shape of it burned into your memory. You pull away from Angus' mouth so you can look down at it, admire how hot and bothered you’ve got your husband.

Husband.

Fuck, that nearly sends you over the edge.

You grab at Angus sweats and yank them down, his fat cock thwapping against his navel. You remember how baffled you had been when you first saw it, that beautiful moonlight tryst on the beach. Luckily you had the forethought to bring lube, but nevertheless, Angus was huge. It had taken hours of gentle pleasure before he seated himself fully inside you, and it had been worth every minute, the slow fucking wrapped in his seal skin one of your cherished memories.

Nowadays, you both are a little more prepared. Your body knows what to expect, your tummy clenching at the sight of it, and the bottle of lube never too far. You're too far gone for patience and preparation; You need your husband, and you need him now.

Angus hisses between his teeth when your cold, lubed up hand grabs him at the base. His brow furrows in the cutest way when you slide it up, watch the veins throb and the shiny tracks the lube makes on the inches. You squeeze tight when you reach the head, hand clenching into a fist, eyeing up the way his throat bobs, holding back a moan.

A thumb brushes against your waist.

“That feels good.” Angus whispers, transfixed by your tiny hand on his cock, as if he hasn’t seen it a million times before. His hips hum up again, firm balls slapping against the bottom of your wrist.

That's enough teasing.

You shuffle up Angus’ body, surprising him with another brief and fiery kiss, no doubt bruising his lips. Your hand grips on his jaw, just something to ground yourself as his head lines up with your aching hole. You can feel his breath catch against your lips when you arch your back and push against it.

Part of the routine is knowing you have to go slow, no matter how desperately you just want to take him all at once. But the burn as you go down, the way your eyes lock as you slowly sink down Angus cock, is worth it. 

Your faces are only inches away, lips barely separated, still connected by a string of saliva. Your thumb presses at his bottom lip, Angus eagerly opening his mouth to suck on it. The feeling goes straight to your core, an uncontrollable moan coming as you finally seat him inside you.

The next movements are desperate. You roll your hips, he cants his upward. Sparks shoot from behind your eyelids, another growl rumbling from Angus’ chest. Next thing you know your face is shoved into his pecs, grinding down so his head presses against the special spot against you. You move like an animal, no care for your lessening breath or your heart pounding in your ears. Angus knots his fingers in the baby hairs of the back of your skull and begins fucking upwards into you, the slapping of skin melding with the pattering rain fall. Your nails dig into his abs, mouth hung open and panting with each hit of his hips.

“Right there.” You drool, the fire in your belly already too hot, your toes starting to curl. You can feel Angus’ tummy flexing with every thrust, strong muscled hidden under a layer of blubber. You sometimes forget just how strong Angus is, how he could lift you and bounce you up and down like you were a sex toy. On another night, you would gladly enjoy it, but tonight was something different. Something raw, real, and sweet like cane sugar. 

“I’m gonna cum.” Angus pants, the fingers tugging on your baby hairs, nerves dialed up to eleven. 

“Me too.” You nuzzle your face deeper into his chest, press down against his thrusting pelvis, forcing his cock against the deepest part of you. Oxygen struggles to make it down to your lungs, your breaths too short and too frantic. Your brain is preoccupied with chasing down your orgasm, controlling your body and melding Angus against your skin.

“Fu-uck.” Angus pants, his thrusts getting sloppy. “Fuck!”

“A-aah!”

Your back arches, Angus’ head thrown back as he bursts and fills you to the brim, pushed over by your spasming hole. Lightning strikes outside, a thunderous boom following only seconds after. But you’re too locked in each other to care.

You lie there, panting, sweat pooling in between your stomachs. Cum drizzles out from beneath your thighs and onto the couch. You’ll definitely need to clean that tomorrow.

Angus nose presses into the top of your head, taking a deep whiff. He’s all wrapped up in you, and you’re all wrapped up in him.

A perfect start to a perfect marriage.

[i-write-boop-spoops]

Rainy evenings - Guzma x reader

short, but cute guzma fic (approx 400 words)! thanks for the request anon! no warnings, just fluff! gn! reader!

prooofreading? in this economy? i think NOT!

Enjoy!

It’s raining outside.

Soft, gentle pattering on the roof. The breeze too, is tender and quiet. Raindrops dawdle down the window glass and catch in the light of the nearby streetlamp. The night sky is heavy with dark cloud, yellow light leaks in through the open curtains. Aside from the odd rattling or snicker that is common in the Shady House, it is oddly serene.

It’s moments like this that make it hard to imagine Guzma as the big bad boss. With his face buried so thoroughly in your chest and his large arms wrapped so tightly, but lovingly, around your waist, seemingly fast asleep, he resembles more of a needy stufful than anything remotely tough or intimidating.

Your fingers absentmindedly play with his fluffy white hair; recently washed that evening, it is still a touch damp and smells strongly of mint. Coupled with the duvet, his body radiates a luscious warmth, one that even on a miserable night like this, makes you feel like you’ve just stepped into a perfectly heated bath. His weight atop you, is just an added bonus.

Really you don’t know why you’re still awake. You have seldom been as utterly at peace as you are now, listening to the rain while snuggling with the love of your life. You’re happy though, to witness him like this. You can’t see his face, but you know his expression is undoubtedly precious.

Still, you should probably get some shut-eye. You have a somewhat early start, meeting an old friend for brunch. You sigh and remove your hand from his hair, intent on hunkering down for the night,

He stirs, his hand slithers out from bemeath you and grabs your wrist, placing your hand back on his head. He doesn’t utter a thing, nor does he lift his head up from your chest, instead he just returns to embracing you.

You stifle a chuckle; the sound no doubt reverberating in your chest. It’s honestly one of the most adorable things you’ve ever seen him do – and yet, it was so undeniably him at the same time. You lean in and place a kiss on his forehead, his locks tickling your nose, you feel him nuzzle your chest and hug you tighter in response.

You run your finger through his hair again, slowly, carefully, lulling him, and yourself, into that cosy, dreamy, liminal space between wakefulness and sleep. Your eyes fall closed and as you listen to the rain, while your beloved rests peacefully on your chest.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Family RoR x child reader who is learning some words like airplane but the reader says air pain. From the tik tok. Like it’s funny and this idea came to my head. How would the rest of the family react to child reader mispronouncing the names ? I think is very funny to think about it. Thanks

-It was a joyful day in your family, when you said your first word, ‘Fluff’ as that’s what you called anything that was soft and fluffy, like stuffed animals, blankets, those with luscious hair like Buddha, and anything cute.

-However, that led to rules that certain words were not to be said around you, as you were learning by repeating things, and Adam and Odin both threatened everyone if they taught you a bad word, whoever taught it to you was going to be buried in the backyard.

-You had been gifted picture books with all sorts of things from animals to places to inanimate objects that had a picture of the item then the word and everyone’s been taking turns reading to you, saying the word so you could repeat it and learn.

-Some words you had no issues with, thanks to Buddha and Loki who taught you ‘snacks’ and Jack taught you how to say ‘tea’ and ‘book’ properly, running up to him as he’s drinking tea, holding a book, “Papa- book!” which would always make him smile and he would read to you.

-You were sitting in Ares’ lap with Hermes sitting beside him, a look of concentration but also mild frustration on your face as Hermes was trying not to laugh, “Air plane.” You tried to mimic him, “Air pain!” he chuckled softly as Ares ruffled your hair gently, “You got one word- good job, but ‘plane’.”

-He sounded it out so you could hear the word and you repeated it a few times, getting mad that it didn’t sound the same before you finally got it.

-The two beamed at you and praised you, making you giggle as Ares cuddled you close before Ares grabbed a book about animals so you could practice.

-You pointed out the different animals, “Ef-efa- efalant! Tiger! Horsy! Ducky! Papa Hercy!” you were adorable, still having trouble pronouncing elephant, but what amused them was when you pointed at the lion, calling it ‘Papa Hercules’.

-A little while later you were going to spend time with Loki and Odin, you were standing by Loki in the kitchen as he got you a bowl of Cheerios to munch on.

-He handed it to you, and you beamed, “Fank you!” he grinned and the two of you headed to Odin who smiled, seeing you approach as they were going to read to you.

-You tripped and fell, spilling your cereal everywhere, but you weren’t hurt, popping back up, “Fuck!” the two men turned white, looking horrified as many who were also nearby looked at you in horror.

-Odin kneeled next to you while Loki was picking up your cereal, “Y/N who taught you that?”

-You beamed, not realizing that it was a ‘no-no word’ as you spoke, “Papa Polo! He drop his fancy juice and said it. We say when we drop stuff, right?”

-Loki was doing his best not to laugh, his hands over his mouth, trying to stifle his anger before Odin ruffled your hair gently, “Y/N- that is a no-no word, but you’re not going to get in trouble because you didn’t know.” You looked a bit worried about saying a no-no word but you calmed when he told you that you’re weren’t going to get into trouble.

-Loki could sense the impending storm and he wanted to be witness to the ass beating that was soon to commence.

-Nikola came over and smiled, “Want to come and get ice cream with me?” your excited, sparkling eyes were the only answer he needed as he picked you up as Loki grinned, “Odin and I will read to you when you get back! Bye-bye!” you waved at him and your other family members, not realizing that they were about to hunt down and bury Apollo in the backyard, since you were going for ice cream!

[beyblader-observations]

After some thought I realized that, despite loving the style of G Revolution and the way Kai is drawn with his long luscious lashes and soft-looking fluffy hair, I actually like his season one outfit the best at the moment! It really shows off his muscles and it’s more fun to draw him in the form fitting shirt than with the jacket with all its straight lines that detract from his curves. In conclusion, G Rev Kai’s face and hair (or maybe G Rev’s art style in general) with season 1 Kai’s outfit would be great. :D