#mercy goes nuts

[affableramen]

no nut november day 1. how to make them come for the really horny darlings who read my smol insignificant blog :)

crack, smut, established relationships mature themes, minors dni

Wriothesley:

he loves when you choke him really well. he goes crazy once your hands start squeezing his neck

grabbing or scratching his butt. Wriothesley loves when you touch his rounded ass, and if you do he will definitely lose it

Tartaglia:

when you moan loudly, tartaglia loses his mind. he loves when you vocalise your sensations and satisfaction

praising him. tartaglia is not very experienced in bed activities, so he’d be really grateful if you kept praising him while having sex cause it makes him feel encouraged to proceed.

Neuvillette:

being on your knees for him (he does not expect that from anyone because he is such a humble individual, and it turns him on almost instantly)

when you take charge and offer him to have sex by your initiative. do not get me wrong, neuvillette is anything but submissive man, however even he gets tired of being constantly the controlling one. he wants you to be bold and shameless too

Pantalone:

when you play with, pull or grip his hair, it makes pantalone go insane. he is very sensitive to your touch in general, and he especially loves it when you try to tease him by playing with his wavy locks. he will be turned on immensely

when you touch his nipples (his erogenous zone. rub them nice and well, he will cum hard, mumbling “have mercy on me” to you)

Ayato:

dirty talking to him (praising his cock mostly) he loves his sex a bit dirty and overstimulating

when you slightly dominate him. this man is fed and sick of people constantly servicing him and seeing his s/o showing responsibility and taking a bold action like riding him will make him nut wildly

Capitano:

squeezing him inside. his manhood is thick, and the tip is fat enough to make him feel things when you suddenly tense up. capitano will give in to his passion, you will hear loud impatient grunting escaping his mouth that you never knew you needed

when you call him by his real name. in most circumstances capitano hates it when someone mentions his true old name, but when you do it during intimate moments he simply goes nuts for you. the way his name falls from your lips when he thrusts into you fast and hard enough just gets him going

Alhaitham:

he adores when you scratch his back. you always fear hurting him, but alhaitham wears your marks proudly and insists on you to not hold your passion in. he needs more of those blooming red marks of lust on his body

when you assist his thrusts by forcing your hips closer to him. he enjoys when you participate in love making equally to him, and will definitely cum unexpectedly generously if you continue

Dottore:

when you play by his rules. dottore is a very old and assertive man who’s used to things happen his way. at first he will kindly ask you to follow his lead but later on he will be incredibly blunt and dominant with you

when you use his vibrator on himself. not to mention him liking impressing you with new toys, when you grab one and press it against his skin, he will squirt his release earlier and thicker than expected

Dainsleif:

when you moan or whisper sweet nothings into his ear. this makes him particularly horny, especially given how much your voice turns him on in a private setting

when you try to unnoticeably run your hands over his hips. there is something about your claws grazing over his strong legs that makes him go completely frenzied for you

Baizhu:

when you bite his ears and neck. baizhu has those very sensitive and he will come almost instantly if you tease the delicious earlobes and neck of his.

when you wear sexy outfits. he likes to take you when you’re wearing those naughty, revealing but incredibly gorgeous outfits. he practically loses control of his arousal and can come even prematurely simply because he is staring at your beautiful body

[lxvvie]

Simon Riley is only a good 5.4 inches when flaccid that when you finally consummated your relationship with him, you couldn't help yourself but let out a big sigh of relief, that your assumption that this larger-than-life man will probably have a third limb between his legs was thrown out to the wind.

But of course you were wrong. So very wrong because what this motherfucker doesn't tell you is that he's a grower, a mutant. One second he's average and the next you are praying to all saints that would grant you mercy to spare you as you gag around the weapon he calls his cock (a whopping 7-incher! spoiler: he'll grow another inch and some cm because he is such a horndog for you).

can u tell my brain is rotting 🪰

Yes, I can, nonnie. Yes, I can.

The first time you saw him, you were so amazed that you cockblocked yourself.

I maintain that Simon is hairy, and most of it is concentrated below the belt, so when you finally see him in all his glory, it's like, "Oh, wow."

Hair everywhere. On his thighs and between his legs. On his ass. Hair the color of sand. And balls. Hairy balls. Heavy hairy nuts. Hefty, furry bollocks that you can't help but hold in the palm of your hand and try to bounce to Simon's... confusion? Amusement? Fuck if he knows. And then you went "D'aww ❤️" when you saw him flaccid and he doesn't know if he should be turned on that you find his dick adorable or... turned on that you find his dick adorable.

But then he gets hard. And what used to be Little Lt. Riley is now resting on your stomach and holy fucking shit, he's a grower.

Simon senses your trepidation. "Luv?"

"You didn't tell me you had a third leg!" And Simon wants to crack a joke and almost does until you begin to play with his cock. You lift it up by the head, let it drop, it goes plop, rinse, and repeat. He didn't think he was that big but thanks for the compliment. He thinks.

But you're still so surprised by Big Dick Riley that sexytimes doesn't even happen anymore because you're too busy playing with and studying Simon's third leg.

And Simon's ass is so crazy in love and lust that he lets you lmao.

[bamfkeeper]

You were taken and Kurt does everything he can to to get you back.

I wanted to write something like this since the post where he sees you get hurt and goes nuts. This is sorta like that but more extreme. A little darker than what I've written before. Please skip this one if the warnings make you uncomfortable. There might be a part two that features more recovery, maybe. Idk yet we will see.

Warnings: Gender neutral mutant!reader, kidnapping, descriptions of injury, creepy soldiers, violence, mutant prejudice (the term 'mutie' is used), mentions/descriptions of physical abuse via soldiers to reader, good ending I promise, unedited (at this point please just expect it lmao I never edit my writing bc I'm lazy).

WC: 3.4k

It happened so fast, a blur of motion and confusion. You barely had time to react before you were snatched from the comforting surroundings of your bedroom and forcefully shoved into a heavily armored vehicle. The interior was cramped, filled to the brim with men in imposing uniforms, their expressions stern and unyielding. You looked up at all of them, your heart pounding in your chest.

Your powers were gone, they had put that damn collar on you, the one designed to nullify your abilities. In that moment, you felt completely and utterly helpless, stripped of your defenses and at the mercy of your captors. They knew it too.

"Poor thing. It doesn't know what to do, does it?" one of them snickered at you, his voice dripping with mockery and malice, making you shiver with a mix of disgust and fear. The man's voice was so vile it made you want to vomit, and the way he looked at you made you feel profoundly uncomfortable. You were helpless, bound on the cold, hard ground of the van, as all of these soldiers kept their disgusting, predatory gazes glued on you, watching you squirm in agony and distress on the floor.

The air was thick with the stench of sweat and metal, amplifying your sense of dread and making your situation feel even more hopeless. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, each beat echoing in your ears as you desperately wished for some form of escape, but there was none. The soldiers' laughter and jeers filled the back of the van, and you felt even more distressed.

"You're a cute mutie, you know that? Most of 'em you can tell are filthy things, but you...you're one of the attractive ones, aren't you?" one soldier spoke. His words were condescending and cruel despite what he said. The tone of his voice carried a sharp edge, filled with disdain and mockery. He looked you up and down with a sneer, observing you with distain and annoyance.

His comrades stood by, chuckling and nodding in agreement, their eyes filled with the same mixture of contempt and amusement. His expression growing more malicious with each passing second, his boot lifted and kicked you slightly. "Are you going to speak, or are you mute, just like a dumb animal?" he asked sharply.

You took a sharp inhale, your chest rising and falling quickly as you tried to steady your nerves. The air felt thick, almost suffocating, as you made a conscious effort to avoid interacting with them at all. The last thing you wanted was to provoke them and risk any form of retaliation.

Your throat was dry, and you could feel your heart pounding in your ears as you swallowed thickly. "N-no..." you managed to let out in a quiet, shaky whisper, barely audible but enough to convey your reluctance and fear.

A sharp sting to your cheek as one of them swung their baton across your face, the impact reverberating through your skull. The blow was so hard it jerked your head to the side with brutal force, and your temple slammed painfully into the cold, unforgiving floor of the van. You could feel the rough texture of the metal against your skin, the scent of dirty leather and iron filled your nostrils, adding to the disorienting pain.

He scoffed, the sound filled with disdain, his eyes holding nothing but cruel amusement and a twisted sense of superiority. "Pathetic freak," he spat, the words dripping with contempt and malice.

The ride was unbearably long and dreary, stretching on for what felt like an eternity. You laid on the cold, hard floor of the van silently, trying to block out the incessant comments and remarks they made about you and your appearance. Their voices dripped with eager malice as they spoke about the brazen and disgusting things they wanted to do to you, each word sending a shiver down your spine and making you want to curl up into a tight ball and hide from the world.

After what seemed like endless hours of discomfort, the van finally slowed to a stop. You were roughly dragged out of it, your legs refusing to cooperate after being forced to lay in such an uncomfortable position for so long. The sun had set the world into a foggy darkness, the only lights illuminating the area were from the large bunker that was build into the wall of a large mountain, guarded with armored vehicles and more men in uniforms.

You struggled to regain your bearings as they pulled you forward, your body aching and your mind reeling from the ordeal. They forcefully walked you inside the huge doors that were drawn open, jerking you around with a roughness that made it hard to keep your composure. Their hands grasped you firmly, their hands groping your body as you struggled against their grip, trying desperately to maintain a calm façade.

Your brave face was beginning to falter, and it became increasingly evident that your terror was rapidly growing. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't hide the fact that fear was taking over, creeping into every corner of your mind.

They walked you to a wall of cells, which stretched endlessly in both directions, each one containing a mutant. Some cells already held mutants who were caged and looked absolutely horrible, as if they had been there for a long time. The conditions of the cells varied greatly; some were sterile and clean, while others were more run-down and dilapidated, as if the guards had no fear that the mutant inside would ever escape.

The air was thick with the smell of decay and neglect. Most of the mutants didn't move or look up; they were either lying down or sitting in a posture of utter defeat. Their eyes were vacant, their spirits broken, and it seemed as though hope had long since abandoned them. The overall atmosphere was one of despair and abandonment, a stark reminder of the cruelty inflicted upon them.

"What is this place?" you asked, attempting to sound firm and confident. However, your voice betrayed you, emerging as meek and afraid instead. The man holding you chuckled in amusement at your fear as he opened the heavy, creaking door to your chosen cell.

"Your new home, mutant. Get comfortable," he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. With a rough shove, he threw you onto the cold, hard ground. The impact knocked the wind out of you as you landed with a thud. The man then unsheathed a gleaming blade, its edge catching the dim light.

He began to cut through the coarse ropes that bound your body, each slice of the blade careless. He didn’t care if he nicked you, and he did a few times. You flinched as the blade cut your skin, the sharp jerks and sawing through the ropes stabbed into you as you let out sharp hisses and pained gasps.

The man continued as if he weren't hurting you, and he scoffed with each noise you made. "If you sat still this wouldn't have happened," he grabbed one of your bleeding arms and he held it up.

"What do you want from me?" Your voice whined out, desperate for answers. None of their uniforms gave their organization away, and you had no idea what they wanted with you. The room was dimly lit, casting eerie shadows on the walls, which only added to the sense of dread you felt. The man just stood up, shrugging nonchalantly as if this entire situation was a routine matter for him.

"Nothing important. Whatever the boss wants," he replied, his voice dripping with apathy. "We do anything to your kind, and no one will come for you. We won't be charged with any crimes, you aren't people. You're nothing to us, and soon we will exterminate your species and we will be the supreme race on the planet again."

His words cut through the air like a knife, making it hard to breathe. You could see the cold determination in his eyes, a reflection of a deeply ingrained hatred. It was clear that they had been planning this for a long time, and you were just another pawn in their grand scheme. The thought of being part of such a ruthless plan made your stomach churn, but there was nothing you could do but listen and hope for a chance to escape.

The days melded together in an indistinguishable blur, and your concept of time dissipated. Every single day, you were visited by the men, who would unceremoniously drag you into a sterile lab filled with cold, clinical instruments.

There, a man wearing white would subject you to various invasive procedures, poking and prodding you with sharp tools that seemed designed to maximize your agony. They took many things from you—blood, tissue samples, and even bone marrow—leaving you feeling increasingly depleted and always somewhat wounded and weak.

Your time in this nightmarish place was exactly what mutantkind was afraid of, what you were afraid of, filled with relentless suffering, and they showed no sign of compassion or concern for the excruciating pain they inflicted upon you.

You were beaten regularly, just like the rest of the mutants being held captive in the facility. Every day, they came to your cell with their batons, mercilessly laying into you until your skin changed colors from the bruises. They were relentless, you were kicked and hit repeatedly, dragged by your hair across the cold, hard floors, thrown against the walls, and tossed around like a ragdoll.

You were barely fed, only given tasteless slop that had the consistency of old paste and looked anywhere from white to grey mush. This so-called "food" was just enough to keep you from starving, but not enough to ever feel full or satisfied. The meals were infrequent and meager, purposefully designed to keep you in a state of constant hunger and weakness.

They wanted to ensure that your body remained perpetually frail, as if the collar around your neck didn't already make you harmless enough for them. This deliberate deprivation was a method of control, a way to break down your spirit and ensure that you remained too weak to resist or fight back.

You were so tired.

The torment seemed endless. You swore that if they didn't need to take samples from your body nearly every day for their experiments, they would have taken pleasure in killing you outright. The relentless abuse was a constant reminder of your helplessness, and the fact that you couldn't fight back killed you inside.

Collared, drugged, and experimented on like some kind of helpless animal, it seemed like there was no end to the torment. They groped and touched you in ways you didn't want, and it was clear they had no regard for your consent or well-being. The very sight of your discomfort brought them pleasure, and they made sure you knew it every step of the way. Their methods were devised and precise; deeply psychological torment designed to break your spirit and make you feel utterly powerless.

As much as you hated it, it worked.

Their methods proved to be highly effective, gradually wearing you down over time. You could feel yourself slowly succumbing to their demands, submitting to what they wanted from you. Perhaps it was a defense mechanism that your brain instinctively resorted to in order to cope with the relentless torture and abuse. After enduring for such a long period, you found that you had no fight left within you, completely drained of the will to resist.

Red alarms blared loudly, their piercing sound cutting through the silence and yanking you from a rare slumber. Startled, you blinked awake, though your vision was slightly corrupted by the bruises and swollen skin, especially around your dominant eye, which throbbed painfully.

Groggily, your head rose from the cold, hard floor, confusion flooding your mind as you tried to process your surroundings. The distant sounds of fighting drifted to your ears from the direction of your cell, adding to the disorientation and making you wonder what the hell was happening beyond the confines of your small, dimly-lit prison.

You felt your body flinch violently as something large and heavy slammed into the room where the cells were located. The sudden noise echoed through the small, confined space, sending a chill down your spine. Instinctively, you crawled into the nearest corner and curled up there, trying to make yourself as small and inconspicuous as possible.

You had learned from experience that the precious visits from the men were less painful if you were already huddled against the wall, minimizing the areas they could hit with their fists or batons. The cold, hard surface of the wall offered a strange sense of comfort, even as fear and uncertainty gnawed at you.

The the heavy, metallic sound of your cell door creaking open, and instinctively, your entire body tensed up, bracing for yet another brutal attack from the armed men who derived joy from taunting and tormenting you. You prepared yourself for the rough hands and the mocking jeers that usually followed. But this time, instead of the expected harsh touches and cruel laughter, you were met with something entirely different—a voice you hadn't expected to hear again.

"Liebe..." the voice whispered weakly, the word hanging in the air like a fragile thread of hope. Puzzled and intrigued, you slowly pulled your head out from its tucked, defensive position and glanced toward the source of the unexpected whisper. The sight that met your eyes made you freeze.

Kurt stood in shock, his eyes glued to your fragile, timid form curled on the floor. The scene overwhelmed him, causing his breath to hitch in his throat. He slowly knelt down, every movement deliberate as if sudden actions might shatter the fragile peace. His hands, steady yet trembling with restrained emotion, gently set his swords on the floor with a quiet clink that echoed in the silence. "Liebe...y/n..." he rasped quietly, his voice a soft whisper, trying his best to sound calm and composed despite the complete internal storm of rage and anguish brewing within him.

His heart ached with as he reached out, his fingers hovering just above your form, not wanting to startle you further. You stared with uncertainty, your body naturally flinching away, so used to a heavy hand and harsh touches that left you in anguish. For some reason, your brain couldn't differentiate between your lover and the men who had been torturing you.

"I-It's me, Kurt..." he said with a pained strain, his voice cracking as if it hurt to speak, "It's okay...I'm here now." He muttered, his hand gently touching your bruised body, his fingers trembling slightly as if afraid to cause you more pain. You made a quiet whine, a soft sound that conveyed both your relief and your lingering fear. Looking at him and realizing that he had come to you, that he was truly here, you felt a wave of emotion wash over you.

He was here, and you were safe.

The room around you seemed to blur as the significance of his presence settled in, the promise of protection and care easing the tension consuming you. A cry escaped your throat and you fell into him, his arms instantly wrapped around your body, his tail following suit. "Shh, sh...Es ist okay, ich bin jetzt hier." he whispered, trying his best to soothe you while your cheeks dampened with tears.

He held you tightly and let you cry, feeling the tremors of your sobs against his chest. He could hear the terror and desperation in your muffled wails, each one a heartbreaking testament to your pain. Your arms and hands gripped him, but your hold was weak, your strength sapped by the inhumane treatment you endured. You were in dire need of medical attention, evident from your pale complexion and labored breathing. Despite this, he didn't want to let go yet; he wanted to keep you in his arms, so afraid to let go and lose you again.

"You're safe now, liebling," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "Oh... I was so scared... so terribly scared I might not reach you in time." His heart ached with the memory of the fear and helplessness he had felt, and he vowed never to let you out of his sight again.

"Let's go...hold on..." he said, gripping you tightly as his tail moved and wrapped securely around his swords. With a swift motion, he teleported you to the jet. The floor beneath you was hard and unyielding, but the environment around you was far more welcoming and comforting than the cold, harsh cell that had been stained with your own blood.

He leaned back to grab something, his arms unwrapping from your body, but your grip grew stronger on him. "No...no, don't go," you were desperate for him, so terrified of his absence, your mind was in pieces, the aftermath of the torture you went through on full display as you became more and more attached to his presence. Needing him like he were the only thing keeping you from drowning in the thrashing waters that plagued your thoughts.

"I'm not going anywhere, schatz... I am just getting a blanket for you," Kurt soothed reassuringly. His tail, nimble and gentle, reached out to grab the blanket so his arms could remain wrapped securely around you, providing a sense of comfort and stability that you desperately needed. He carefully grabbed the soft blanket and draped it over you, making sure you were warm, and continued to hold you close against his body in a protective embrace.

The presence of the other X-Men in the jet went by unnoticed by you, They started up the jet and began the flight back towards the mansion where you could be properly treated. Right now, your only focus was on Kurt, his presence and touch being the only things grounding you in that moment of anxiety.

As you finally began to give in to the much-needed sleep your body was desperate for, your eyes caught a glimpse of the swords Kurt had carried with him into the facility. Their brilliant, silver shine was now dulled with the stains of crimson, splattered and smeared across the once pristine blades, telling a silent tale of what transpired before he found you. You blinked, trying to focus more on them, but his tail pushed them out of view, obscuring the unsettling sight.

Kurt didn't want you to witness the sheer carnage he had wrought, as he was completely blinded by a bitter and relentless rage that consumed him entirely. In his fury, he slaughtered so many men that he lost count, not even realizing the extent of his actions. All he could think about was wanting you back in his arms, where you would be safe and protected from the horrors that had befallen you. His blades were stained with the hateful blood of those men who had caused you so much harm, and he felt a twisted sense of satisfaction, even though deep down he knew it was wrong.

But he didn't care about the morality of his actions, not now at least. Seeing you so badly hurt had ignited a fire within him, a burning guilt that was only somewhat lifted by the vengeance he exacted. His mind was clouded, but in the chaos, all he wanted was get you home safe where you could be treated. None of the other X-Men dared say a word to him about what happened, by the time they arrived to help Kurt had already went through the men with ease, his blind rage driving him to kill to get to you.

He carefully adjusted his hold, making sure that you could lay your head more comfortably against him. He wanted to ensure that you couldn't see the gleaming blades. His expression was a complex mixture of trouble and deep worry, reflecting the weight of the situation and his concern for your well-being. Leaning closer, he whispered softly, "Rest, liebe... we will get you fixed up soon. Just hold on a little longer..."

You couldn't argue with him now. Your body was in need of rest and you finally felt safe enough to fall asleep. It was such a relief to sleep without worrying about someone coming in and hurting you. You closed your eyes as he held you tight, whispering sweet nothings to you as you slowly allowed your body to fall into a deep slumber. All you knew now was that you had a long recovery ahead of you, and he would be by your side the entire time.

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[leovenuslatina]

𝓓𝓞 𝓜𝓔 ୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡ PT.3

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♡ THIS READING IS 18+ MDNI !!!!! ♡

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this reading is about your FS fave position in the bedroom 😉

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this is the last in the series 😩 thank you so so much for all your support and after this there will be an ASK GAME YAYYYY !!

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₊˚⊹ ᰔ౨ৎ₊this is just a reminder that tarot isn’t permanent or set in stone YOU decide how your life goes no one or nothing else now take a deep breath and choose the pile that calls to you ₊˚⊹ ᰔ౨ৎ₊˚⊹

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pile one - the emperor & 7 of wands

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pile one i think the two of you would be the type to change positions like every five seconds. like he doesn’t have just one position they may be super strong or maybe you’re just very petite and small he likes proving how strong he is by tossing you around. i think your FS will have lots of fun exploring different kinks and fetishes and want to try a whole lot of different fun things in your bedroom. Your FS is a very dominant person they may even like being called daddy and so i’m seeing they love being the top in the bedroom even if he’s not always actually on top. Your FS also really really like when you give him neck. He loves looking down on you and the praises that leave his mouth are just endless. Your FS will not hold back in the bedroom he’ll ravish you. overall your FS favorite position is anything that proves their strength by lifting you up and throwing you around.

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extra messages- authority, masculine, rational, stable, stable, move forward, coping, courage, long term success, strong, overcoming obstacles

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pile two - king of swords & 6 of wands

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your FS favorite position in the bedroom is anyone that lets them see you on his eggplant 🍆 weather doggy or reverse cowgirl 🤠 he loves watching himself slip and slide out of you it’s addictive to him like the worst drug ever. like pile 1 your FS IS VERY dominant and like pinning you down ~with consent only of course~ Your FS is oh so happy to split you in half on him it’s his my favorite thing to do. He’s the type of man that gets pleasure from seeing the pleasure he gives you. because of him and his love for you. He’s also the type to teach you and guide you he’ll show you exactly how and what makes you feel good and comfortable. Another one is his favorite positions is him sitting down and you bouncing around in his lap he goes absolutely nuts for that. i think it’s just the act of being in full control or you (only in a sexy way) and your body being at his mercy for him.

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extra messages- mature man. assertive, authoritarian, leadership, legal, completion, good news, success, winning, motivatio

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pile three - 8 of wands & The Hierophant

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Pile 3 your FS favorite position is anything where they’re on top of you maybe even caging your body underneath them. They like folding your body like some fucking laundry he’s obsessed with giving the most beautiful experience he can manage. Your FS is also into very intense and fast paced love making sessions he’s in there like a damn jack hammer with exceptional stamina. Speaking of stamina they’re also the type to love going all night long over and over again so definitely get used to that lol. It’s important to your Fs to hear you: your moans your whimpers and groans.

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extra messages~fast action, flight, motion, end of delay, approval, conformity, good advice, consent, marriage/union

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[userlando]

Oh that made me think of lando and bestie play fighting and he puts his hand around her throat as a joke and then she just thrusts into him and it’s a moment ?? You know… I’m thinking too much brainrot toniight

I hope you don’t mind that I wrote a little something on this because whewwww the way it made me feel 😭

lando norris/female!reader (937 words)

Lando is bored. He’s got your feet in his lap, you’re wiggling your toes and the movement of them under your socks is more entertaining than the movie you’d chosen to watch. It wasn’t that he didn’t like romcoms, he just needed to do something else or he would literally die of boredom.

But still, the wistful sigh that escapes your lips makes him look up and you’re not even looking at him; Eyes trained on the television screen as Sally and Harry interact.

“What?” Lando asks because clearly you’re thinking about something and he’s dying to know what.

You gesture vaguely at the screen without tearing your eyes away, like he’s supposed to know what you’re sighing and fawning over. Lando pinches your big toe and you wiggle them out of his grasp in annoyance.

“He’s so fit.” You say simply and Lando glanced at the Harry character.

He’s sporting a funny looking beard now and there’s clearly been a time jump in the movie that Lando wasn’t paying attention to. He eyes the man dubiously before arching his brows at you.

“This guy?” His voice goes up an octave. “He looks like a nut.”

That makes you look at him, rolling your eyes in fond exasperation and something expands in Lando’s chest when he realises that he finally has your attention. If only for a brief moment. He thinks that it should probably concern him how needy he is to get your attention, but he can’t bring himself to care much.

“He does not!” Your voice goes high too, in indignation and it makes him stifle a smile. “You’re just jealous because he can grow a beard and you can’t.”

Now it’s Lando’s turn to look offended, smacking an open palm against his chest as if your words physically wounded him and it makes you smile despite yourself. You point your foot and jab your toe into his stomach softly.

“How fucking dare you.” He says with no real heat behind it, biting back a smile when you giggle. “My beard is scrumptious.”

“Scrum—“ You guffaw and throw your head back. “You call that a beard.”

“Oh, you better take that back.”

He sits up straighter now, gleeful that you’re not hushing him for speaking over the movie you’d quite literally seen a million times before. You retract your legs from his lap when you realise that he’s flexing his fingers dramatically, and you know what’s coming before he even makes a move.

“No— Oof.” The breath punches out of your lungs in a squeal when he jumps, landing painfully on you and it feels like he’s reached into your throat and pulled out your lungs when he starts tickling you.

The squeals of laughter triggers his giggling, and you know that you must look like a pair of maniacs as you squirm around on his bed with unintelligible words being screamed out between breathless laughter.

“Mercy! Mercy!” You yell, doing your utmost to kick him off but he only fights harder.

He’s clearly fully intent on making you pass out from the lack of oxygen and just when you’re about to buck him off with all your might, he stops.

There’s a moment where you pant, grinning at each other and he looks like an idiot as he looms above you; Hair in disarray and cheeks flushed. But you figure that you’re looking very much like him and the thought of it makes you giggle.

“Do you take it back?” He asks and it takes a second for you to understand what he’s talking about, shaking your head.

“Never.” You reply, as if he hadn’t just tickled you within an inch of your life.

You squirm when he tickles your sides, way more gentle than before and there’s uncontrollable laughter bubbling up your throat when he reaches a hand out to circle it around your neck. He digs his fingers in a little and you swear that the room spins for a moment as he stares down at you.

“Say that I have a better beard.” There’s a threat in his tone that makes you giggle nervously, placing your hands on his forearm in an attempt to keep him from reaching down to tickle your sides. “Say it.”

“I’m not a liar.” You grin up at him when he narrows his eyes playfully, the blues disappearing into slits and it looks so funny that you squirm to stop yourself from laughing.

He puts a little pressure around your throat and the feeling that zips down your spine shocks you, so much so that you buck your hips up in a poor attempt to get him off of you. But it only makes him press right against you and the unexpected hardness you feel makes you both pause.

“Are you…?” You trail off, looking between his eyes as his cheeks slowly turn pink. “Are you hard?”

“No?” He says a little too quickly and you purse your lips to keep the smile from your face. “Piss off.”

He’s quick to scramble off of you, sitting down next to you with a bounce on the mattress and you stare up at the ceiling in silence. Your heart is hammering a little too hard and you chance a glance at Lando to find him already looking at you. He averts his eyes and you smile.

“For the record…” You clear your throat when he inconspicuously grabs the nearest pillow and places it strategically in his lap. “You do have a nice beard.”

“Knew it.” He muttered, but there’s a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.

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I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun writing a drabble. it’s been a while but we back baby!!

[ponderingmoonlight]

Gojo Satoru Masterlist

Multi-Chapter Stories

How you ended up as Gojo's fiancé in a fantasy tale masterlist Your life takes a tragic turn as you perish in a car crash, only to awaken in a whimsical world of fantasy with none other than Jujustu Kaisen characters as its main protagonists. But as if that wasn't enough, you're about to marry the prince version of Gojo Satoru. How will you navigate through this world of history and fantasy? Does your life take the same sudden twist of fate as that of your favorite characters?

Opposites Attract Being the daughter of the Zenin clan made it your mission to defeat him. Him, Satoru Gojo, the honored one. Him, who makes your life a living hell. Him, who begins to get so much more than your curse...

One Shots

Touch her and you'll burn Your boyfriend Gojo goes berserk after finding out that Toji kidnapped you.

You saved me After Suguru tried to kill his former girlfriend, Satoru is there to cure your depression.

She is my weakness While you are on the brink of death through Suguru's hands, Satoru realizes just how much you really mean to him.

A word of power When his wife is sent to missions over and over until it visibly gets to her, Gojo decides to do something against it.

Lies in the dark You boyfriend Gojo cheated on you with another woman, leaving you heartbroken. Did he, though?

Keep doing it Satoru loves coming to your office everyday to finally win your heart. But it seems like you're more subborn than he thinks.

Having to share a bed with Satoru Gojo at a love hotel ... no words needed.

Golden girl Satoru Gojo really hates everything about you, especially the fact that you are stronger than him. Is it even possible to get along with you, let alone like you? (Spoiler: yes)

The heart wants what it wants 18+ The farewell of your boyfriend Suguru left a wound so deep that it seems like no one is able to fix it. Is the Satoru Gojo, who's secretly in love with you, able to pick your pieces back together?

Promises you can't keep When Sukuna realizes that you did not only break your oath to wait until he returns back to you but married Gojo Satoru after 1000 years of him waiting for you, he goes insane.

Don't touch her Gojo going berserk when you get injured by a curse

Gojo eavesdropping on his wife when she's talking about him While you kept your relationship with Satoru private, you always admire him when you meet at work. However, when your students ask you about your type in men, you can't help but describe the love of your life who hears every single word

Gojo recklessly flirting with Choso's little sister at Shibuya After being set in Shibuya to distract and exhaust none other than Satoru Gojo, Choso's little sister soon learns that the rumors about his charm are true.

Gojo teasing the heck out of you after realizing you get flustered by his eyes After working with smooth operator Gojo Satoru for years, he slowly but surely began to realize what your true weakness is: his bright blue orbs. And he wouldn't be Satoru Gojo if he wouldn't use that against you...

Gojo's and (y/n)'s son wanting to marry (y/n) no words needed

Gojo going nuts when his students don't believe him that you are his wife When Satoru wears his wedding ring for the first time in front of his students, Nobara can't help but wonder who he's married to. But when Gojo confesses it's you, his students just don't believe him.

Gojo getting flustered by his sweaty wife and smacked at their training session Your beloved husband never fails to beat you without mercy when training together. But this time, something seems to catch his eye - your chance to finally hit him with your best shot.

Megumi accidentaly calling Gojo's wife "mum" no words needed

Gojo calling (y/n) a burden to keep her safe Despite the fact that Satoru Gojo was the one who lifted you up and gave you the confidence to go on your very first solo-mission, it was also him who shattered your confidence in order to keep you safe.

Gojo's wife showing her maniac side when it comes to protecting her precious students (Part 1) Despite Gojo's wife spoke vehemently against sending the first and second years on a way too difficult mission, the elders decided against her suggestion. Her calm and collected self changes drastically when she makes them regret their decicion...

Gojo's wife going berserk in order to protect her students (Part 2) Like your bad feeling already suggested, especially Toge's and Yuji's lives hang on a threat when their mission doesn't go as planned. Good for them that Gojo's wife and their teacher rushes to their side and shows everyone just how much she cares about them.

Gojo's girlfriend being there for Shoko when no one else is Shibuya brings even a strong and collected woman like Shoko down to her knees. Especially when you, the only person who seems to truly care about her, ask her about her well-being when your boyfriend just got sealed....

Gojo dressing up as Santa for his girlfriend, Megumi and Tsumiki Satoru Gojo expected a lot of things, but not his girlfriend and two rescued kids making fun of him after he put on a Santa costume only for them.

Gojo being your enemy (or lover?) Your family told you over and over, pounded it into your head since childhood: Satoru Gojo is your enemy, you are simply not allowed to feel anything but hatred towards the Gojo clan. But why do you find yourself lost in his arms each and every night, begging him to love you right?

Gojo buying (y/n) souvenirs after every mission and finding out she kept EVERYTHING Since your joyful smile is so addictive, Satoru can't help but buy you a souvenir every time he goes on a mission. After a few months, he realizes by accident that you do, in fact, keep everything he gifts you...

Geto's little sister finding out her husband got sealed by her big brother You thought you lost him forever, your big brother. Until Shibuya brings you back to reality, until your beloved husband gets sealed by none other than your dead big brother. Until you show your enemy what you're made off...

Gojo's wife supposedly getting executed by kicking ass instead When Sibuya is finally over, you find yourself facing none other than the elders who want to execute you. Little do they know you are no one to be messed with, that even without your husband by your side, you are a true threat if you want to...

Satoru Gojo purposely keeping the scar you gave him When his skin gets busted by your sheer excitement, it doesn't feel right to Satoru to use his reversed technique and simply heal.

Gojo's and (y/n)'s daughter buying a prom dress for her mum because she never had one When you told your little one about the fact that you never got to wear a prom dress, it was clear for your husband and daughter they needed to change that for your birthday.

(y/n) comforting her husband after he was forced to kill his best friend The man who seems goofy all day, who never takes anything serious breaks down in his wife's arms after he killed his best friend.

Satoru Gojo trying to make bun with his daughter's kinky hair It always looked so easy to him, the way you put your thick hair into the most breathtaking hairstyles. But when his daughter asked him to do a sleek bun on her, he was confronted with the stinging fact how difficult styling kinky hair can be. But that doesn't stop the dad of the year from learning... (POC reader!)

Reader going from being Gojo's lover to being his worst enemy You were always the perfect girlfriend for Satoru Gojo: innocent, quiet and weak. Until something inside you snapped. Until you decided you don't want to be weak anymore. Until you realized that Satoru Gojo isn't your lover, but your enemy...

Gojo's daughter insisting on him brushing her hair because he's so gentle You are pretty suprised when your daughter insists on your husband brushing her hair depite the fact that this is normally your job. Until you find out why...

Reader finishing Gojo's missions for him when he's sick and he finds out When your husband falls sick, you don't think twice about completing all of his tasks in order for him to not be stressed - even if it means multiple sleepless nights for youself. Little did you know that your husband will find out about it and thank you in his own way…

Realizing your true feelings for Gojo when he stands up for you You told yourself countless times that you aren't able to like Gojo Satoru, that he is nothing but a jerk. Until he stands up for you, until he shows you what he really thinks of you...

I Love You When I Drink Champagne In the late hours, with champagne in hand, Gojo’s teasing fades into something deeper. Beneath city lights and whispered confessions, you begin to wonder if his midnight promises mean more than he’ll ever admit in daylight.

[errythinisblue]

Ruben dias nfsw alphabet

Omg I'm so so sorry you had to wait this long for your request! Hopefully you can forgive me, I really do hope you will like this! 🖤

Rúben Dias NSFW Alphabet 🖤

gif credits to @pensat-i-fet

Warnings: sexual themes, smut below the cut.

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

Two words to describe Rúben: sweet and caring. He is very affectionate during aftercare. He makes sure you’re okay, especially if he’s been a little rough with you. He's very attentive with you.

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

Rúben isn't exactly "humble" when it comes to his physical appearance. He works so hard to always be in the best shape he can, to make his body the machine it is, so it's not a surprise that he likes the results that his body shows. But if there's a part of his body that he prefers, it has to be his torso, and that's because he knows the effect it has on you. Being the tease he is, he takes every chance he gets to walk around the house wearing nothing but some shorts or some sweatpants (that of course are hanging too low on his hips for your own sanity). He absolutely enjoys your reaction upon seeing his exposed skin, especially when he notices the way your look makes its way from his broad shoulders down to his v-lines, your eyes getting bigger and bigger as they take him in... still not as big as his ego gets though.

He adores every inch of your body, and that’s not a secret. But there’s something about your hands that drives him insane. When he’s feeling more cuddly, he loves to lay down with his head in your lap while you run your fingers through his hair… but God help us when he’s horny: he craves the touch of your hand on him, as it drives him wild to see your fingers wrapped around his dick. Not to mention that he loves when you run your nails down his back as he pounds into you; that literally sends shivers down his spine.

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

There’s not an inch of your skin where Rúben wouldn’t cum on (or better where he didn’t cum on). There’s a few options though that he enjoys the most: on your lips or inside you. When he’s feeling more dominant he likes to finish on your lips, as there’s nothing that spurs him on more than seeing you on your knees with your mouth wide open just waiting for him to cum. He loves the feeling he gets when he cums inside of you as well though: he doesn’t really know if it has something to do with the intimacy of the moment, or the primal instinct of getting you pregnant with his baby.

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

Looks can be deceiving I’d say. Rúben seems to be a control freak (and he actually is most of the time), but he’s willing to let you have control in bed. More than willing actually as he secretly adores when you take the lead. It drives him nuts seeing you do as you wish with his body; the sounds he makes when you’re on top of him, speeding up the pace as you ride him while he can’t do anything else but look at you, are enough to let you see right through him and through his “façade” though (let’s hope his teammates won’t discover this, or else he’s never going to hear the end of it!)

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

He had his fair share of women, that’s nothing new. Of course he’s experienced, he knows how to work your body, and how to turn it into putty in his hands.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves when you're on top of him, riding him; that gives him the chance to see you getting lost in pleasure at your own pace. But if there’s something he likes even more is to have you at his mercy, right below him, as he pushes himself inside of you while he looks you directly in the eyes.

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

Rúben is usually very composed, he never lets anyone see right through him; yet, in your most intimate moments he lets his guard down with you. If something has been bothering him, he might be a little bit more on the "serious" side: he would feel the need to keep you close, to touch you as if by touching you he could ground himself (after all, physical touch has always been his love language). But of course his mood changes the more things heat up: he might want to be in control at first, pushing into you with slow, deep thrusts while he concentrates on the feeling of your body reacting to his... then as his thoughts get clearer and his mood gets lighter, he would get more playful, he would shower you with kisses and laugh breathlessly as he enjoys you squirming under him as he tickles you with his beard.

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

He’s well trimmed; he loves to look nice and neat, always checking if his hair and beard are alright (and it’s really no different “down south” 🤭).

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

Rúben loves the intimacy of your shared moments between the sheets. For him it's not just sex, of course, you're his safe haven, the only one he can let his guard down with; he's really grateful to you for that, and he always makes sure to show you how much he loves you. He knows what you like, what you want from him, and since you're always tending to his needs, so is he: he likes to worship your body, to take his time so he can caress every single inch of your soft skin, knowing full well that the feel of his hands on you gets you going; his low, raspy voice would whisper in your ear, sweet words mixed with dirty ones; his lips would be on your neck and chest in a matter of seconds, and he would set the pace depending on what you want, on what you plead him for. Because what his "good girl" asks, she gets.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Rúben doesn't usually have to. He definitely prefers the full act, that goes without saying; but if he's away for a game and he's in the mood for some "fun" he wouldn't hesitate to call you or FaceTime you: the longing he feels for you mixed to the sound of your voice, your sighing, the sight of you losing yourself in pleasure as you touch yourself while he does the same, all of this can have him cum in a minute. And if you can't pick up your phone, then you would tease him endlessly with dirty texts or pictures that leave little to nothing to imagination... knowing damn well that he would use them, and that he would make you pay for it one he gets back home.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Rúben likes to have sex, of course, and to try new things with you (if he has your consent, surely). When it comes to kinks, he has definitely a breeding kink; this isn't new to you, he always loved to cum inside you. But while you went on with your experiments you discovered another few kinks of his: like the good control freak he is, he's into orgasm control, especially edging. He loves to bring you close to the edge and to stop when you're on the brink of it, there's nothing that can make him feel as powerful as watching you beg for your release (he likes when you're the one edging him as well, he would be a liar if he told you otherwise). He's into blindfold sex too: if he can't see you, or you can't see him, all of your other senses will be enhanced, making your rendez-vous even more interesting.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

At home. Anywhere at home. There's not a single room where he wouldn't have you (or better, where he didn't have you). Rúben loves having you all for himself, he loves the privacy of your home, and the safety it provides him.

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

It's you. You're his motivation. Your smell, your looks, your taste, the sounds you make...everything that has to do with you spurs him on.

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

Anything that would make you feel uncomfortable is a big NO for him.

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

Rúben's tongue is skilled af. He knows that, he can see how good he is on your face when he's going down on you: you moaning his name, the accelerated breathing, your chest rising and falling quickly, the way your fingers run through his hair... all these things turn him on more than seeing you on your knees for him. So he's definitely a giver. (That doesn't mean he would turn you down if you offered him a bj though.)

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

We all know THE sex playlist. He likes to use it to set the mood, and let's say it might happen that the playlist sets the pace too. Usually though, Rúben likes a slow, sensual pace, that gives him the chance to push himself deep into you, to feel every inch of you wrap around him in the most intimate way, while you both lose yourselves in each other's hold.

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

Rúben generally prefers the full act to quickies. He loves to spend as much time as he can worshiping your body and making you feel good. But there’s something about the “urgency” of a quickie that he can’t get enough of: for example, if he’s been away for a game and the need for you has made him go crazy, he doesn’t even let you say a word that he’s already on you (and in you).

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

He's definitely up for trying new things, and for taking some risks as well. It happened more than once while you were out for dinner with some of his friends: his hand would sneak under the table and grab your upper thigh, he moved his fingers so damn close to your core you felt yourself clenching around nothing from the anticipation of his touch... a touch that never happened though. (The look you gave him, once you saw him smirking at you, told him the only thing he was seriously risking was losing his head, and not the one on his shoulders)

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

Rúben's body is trained to endure physical exertion, so he can go for at least a few rounds. During sex he focuses on you, he's too busy trying to make you cum as many times as your body can take to think about his own orgasm. He's more than satisfied to cum with you when you're both unable to take any more of each other's teasing, so he can definitely last for long if he decides to. (But if it's you who's in control of the situation, it could happen that he doesn't last just as long...)

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

He isn't a big fan of sex toys. But he doesn't deny that he might want to try them with you sooner or later.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Rúben can play so dirty if he wants to. He takes every chance he can get to tease you: from walking around the house almost completely naked, to brushing his body against yours when he's passing you by, or moaning out loud while he tastes the food he's cooking while you're standing in the kitchen with him... he knows he's ridiculous when he does so, but he likes to play this game with you, because he knows once he's done with you, you're going to tease him back, and he loves it.

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

He is loud, so loud. Rúben knows how much you love his vocal side, so he's not keeping his raspy voice, his grunts, his moans and his sighs from escaping his throat... in the end he knows he will enjoy the "effect" those sounds have on you, so why should he stay silent??

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

The first time Rúben tried blindfold sex with you happened after you went out clubbing. All the dancing, and drinking and your body rubbing on his put his self control in trouble; when he couldn't resist you anymore, he took you home. Needless to say, he was on you as soon as you walked inside your house. His needy kisses quickly turned into a make out session, and as soon as he ordered you to jump in his arms you obliged, wrapping your legs around his waist, not bothering if your black tights would get ruined by his jeans. He took you to your bedroom and undressed you in a haze, but when he started to undress himself you stopped him. "I wanna try something new babe..." you told him. "What is it?" he asked. "Do you trust me?" you whispered in his ear, he hummed in agreement, "Then close your eyes." you ordered him. He did as he was told, and you started to kiss down his neck, opening the buttons of his black shirt too slowly for Rúben's liking. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see your tights on the bed and smirked, "Can you sit on the bed for me baby?" you asked Rúben, he did and you kneeled behind him; you took your tights and after you warned him to keep his eyes shut, you softly put them over his eyelids. "Is this okay Rúben?" you asked him, before tying the blindfold. "Fuck..." he growled, you could see him gulping while he searched for your hands behind his head, "Tie it baby, it's okay." His voice was low, he did like it. Once you tied the blindfold, you removed the shirt from his torso and Rúben chuckled "I can hear you breathing faster baby, see something you like?" he teased. "I see so many things that I like..." you breathed against his lower stomach, right above the waistband of his jeans, and he shivered while goosebumps appeared on his taut skin. You quickly undid the buttons of his jeans, and helped Rúben slide his clothes down his long legs, kneeling in front of him. He stood there fully naked now, his dick was already hard and it made your mouth water. You slowly ran your nails up his calves to his thighs, making him growl; as your nails got higher and higher, you started to leave open mouthed kisses on his lower stomach, right above his dick. "Jesus Christ I love your idea babe..." he rasped, as your ministrations were getting to him. "You haven't seen anything yet...and you're not going to until I'm done with you." you breathed against his cock before taking him in your mouth.

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

He’s over the average, but he’s not too big or huge for that matter. He’s just right. And, the most important thing is that Rúben knows what to do with it.

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

He’s usually very collected and concentrated on whatever he’s doing, but not when you’re around. He’s unable to keep his hands off of you, and his concentration is quick in flying out of the window... as his mind immediately goes blank and the only thing he can see is you. So his sex drive is high, of course, whenever you're around.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He's not quick in falling asleep, as he loves to cuddle with you once you've both caught your breath. He loves to feel your naked body against his, your legs entwined with his while your arm circles his lean waist. When he senses you're close to falling asleep, he lets you relax in his embrace; he always wants to be the big spoon, so he can wrap his arms around you and shower you with kisses: kisses on your cheeks, kisses behind your ear, on your still naked shoulder... and he doesn’t stop until he feels you've fallen asleep.

[sluttywonwoo]

OBVIOUSLY WE WANT AN ATEEZ CUMMING TOO SOON HEADCANON PLS I BEG

seonghwa: his entire body is extremely sensitive and because of that you can’t help but tease him. play with his nipples for a little too long or press your tongue to the underside of his cock and he’s suddenly cumming, hips bucking helplessly as he makes a mess of himself (and sometimes you). he’d be so embarrassed. he wouldn’t even want to look at you but you’d force him to

hongjoong: it only happens when he’s really pent up, either with emotions or if it’s been a while. but being ‘pent up’ means more stamina than usual, either in the form of energy or the amount of cum. he can go multiple rounds back to back like that, and will only stop when you beg him for mercy.

yunho: something about you on top of him makes him trigger happy… but he’s shameless about it tbh. he’s just like “yeah, what, it happens sometimes. not my fault you’re so hot”.

yeosang: he usually warns you when he’s getting close but sometimes he’s so caught up in the moment that he forgets to tell you to slow down or stop. his orgasms usually trigger your own so he has nothing to be embarrassed about… but he always is. he gets sooo whiny and flustered as he apologizes and hides his face from you that it turns you on all over again.

san: he gets so in his feelings about how in love he is with you… thinking about how perfect you are for him and how lucky he is to have you is like a tripwire for him. he can’t hold back anything— professions of love, cum, sometimes tears… it’s all very intense and you both need time to recover after but when that post-nut clarity hits him he’s all shy and embarrassed and wants to make it up to you

mingi: back shots, man. mingi feels so feral when he’s fucking you from behind, hands holding your waist so tight he’ll leave bruises in the shape of his fingertips, he just can’t control himself sometimes. but when it happens he’ll immediately get on his knees and start eating you out from the back until your legs are shaking and his mouth is full of both of your cum.

wooyoung: it happens more often than he’d like. he’s just Really into you. and sometimes that means cumming at the drop of a hat. once it happened when you took your top off— he ruined the inside of his pants after seeing your tits for a few seconds. his reaction never gets old. he goes from the brattiest bbg ever to the shyest as soon as he’s cumming all over himself. he whimpers through it, begging you to hold his hand and squeezing so hard you lose circulation but you don’t mind.

jongho: it simply Doesn’t happen to him. if he feels himself getting too close he’ll pull out and count to ten. sometimes you purposely try to get him to break but it never works in your favor. he always catches on to your tricks and you’re the one who ends up cumming without warning (or permission)

[eldritch-spouse]

So if Sybastian turns into a piece of furniture or something and he gets sat on by his unsuspecting prey how long does/can he hold out just letting them get comfortable and be unsuspecting before he revels himself? Like does he change little by little until they notice or jump out all at once (or does it depend on him thinking with his dick instead of his head)

Very little time.

See, Sybastian is a pretty fine hunter, most of the time. The fact that he managed to grow to the size that he has in spite of being once imprisoned and malnourished is enough of a tell that Syb is resilient and resourceful. He's not perfect, hardly any mimic is, some details may escape him, or the coloration of something will feel off, but he's good enogh to fool enough people and net himself consistent meals.

Introducing you into the equation is where his performance starts going downhill. See, you excite Sybastian. He goes nuts just thinking about you being careless enough to sit anywhere that seems convenient and comfortable enough. He loves feeling you on him when he displays different shapes, loves "trapping" you, "catching" you, hunting you.

So, as soon as you sit on what looks like a pretty decent purple couch, you'll immediately feel some sort of ripple. That's Sybastian shivering from delight. From then on, it only gets worse, as he'll manifest his tongue to lick you, his teeth might pop out of odd places and his eyes will appear somewhere. It's only a matter of time until his hands join and the mimic manually keeps you seated, at his mercy.

That's not to say he won't sometimes just turn into something comfortable because he wants to cuddle his squishy little human, that can and will happen.

[emilvr]

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° boyfriend spencer !

oh lord have mercy this man is sooooo ( ∩ˇωˇ∩)♡all my boyfie spencer thoughts in one place.. <3 this man deserves a happy ending and if cm won’t give it to him i certainly will!! click the link 4 a surprise … & also send me ur spencer reid thoughts before i collapse!!

warnings: just swearing/slight suggestive tones (like smooches..) and gender neutral reader i think !!

spencer, at least— according to derek, is a tough nut to crack. he doesn’t trust easily at all, and the fruits of your labour may not actually show until years down the line. but if there’s one thing about him you could never doubt, is his loyalty to not just you, but his entire team. especially when he tells you, “i’ll do anything you need me to. always.” and the earnest tone he whispers it in, his brown eyes flickering up to meet your [e/c] ones. the soft, glowing warmth of the love of a thousand lifetimes burns bright in his irises and you will find that you simply don’t care how long you have to wait for him to allow you to hold his heart in your hands.

he may not say i love you in the traditional sense; but it is as clear as the turning shades of the leaves in autumn. it’s clear in how he wants to know everything about you: the things you deem mundane and unimportant, the things that make you embarrassed and the things that make you avoid his eyes as you grin childishly. it’s clear in the way he remembers everything, which isn’t all that surprising given:

“did you know i actually have an eidetic memory and an iq of—“

“187. yes i know, spence. what a smart cookie!”

(in response, he flushes always when you coo the words ‘smart cookie’, although in the same breath he will stare at your face and whisper ‘angel’ in your ear like you’ve been sent down from the heavens just for him.)

he treats you like you’re made of delicate rose petals, and a touch that is too forceful will cause you to wither away. his lips graze your cheek gently in a kiss, his fingertips softly pet the top of your head and slowly follow the curve of your cheeks to the slope of your nose. and when you giggle and go “that tickles,” he’ll only grin in response and nestle his nose into the crown of your head and hum knowingly.

although, most infuriatingly, he will not make the first move. now, doesn’t mean he won’t drive you absolutely insane with soft smiles and eyes full of love and want. he puts all of shakespeare’s sonnets to shame, truly. he keeps it up until you break and march over to his apartment with wobbling lips and twinkling irises (and emily’s encouraging “go get ur mans!!!! GET HIM!!!!” text on your phone. her, jj and penelope are the worst enablers ever.) and even then, he stands still (like the whole world has come to a standstill, really) and waits for you to utter the words. he waits, quietly and patiently. his attention is on you.

“it’s okay. you can say it.”

“you’re torturing me here.”

“am i?”

“‘am i?’ i will pretend you never said that, smarty pants. you infuriate me.”

“ooh, big words.”

“hey! i can talk fancy too!”

“mhm, i’m sure you can angel.”

“not fair. i love you, by the way. more like adore you. or any other word you can think of.”

“i can think of a few.”

in the before, he may tease you when you put a hand on his shoulder or trace the outline of his knuckles; but don’t let the teasing trick you. spencer is atrocious. a mess, even— without you. when you get pulled into a case three days before him, he spends the three days with absolutely zero sleep. and when jj and emily (knowingly, grand masterminds!) ask him if he’s doing okay, he just barely grumbles out a: “i can’t sleep without them anymore. feels cold. not right.” jj awe’s at him and clutches her hands close to her chest, whilst emily barks out a laugh and goes “oooh he wants them baaaaad!”

the grumpiest thirty-something year old man you know, by the way. smug as shit, too. lays with you in bed, head on your stomach as you call him pretty.

“but am i the prettiest?”

“oh, absolutely, my love. there is not a man in the land prettier than thou!”

“ … -__- can you ever give me a normal reply.”

“hehe.. absolutely not.”

henry knows all about you. against his will. someone save this boy he knows your birth date and time of birth down to the hour. knows your big three against his will. (despite the fact that spencer says astrology “isn’t scientifically accurate” … my when i’m in a big ass loser contest and my opponent is in-love spencer walter reid….) spencer puts henry to bed and starts rambling:

“the other day, [y/n] and i were in the kitchen and it suddenly hits me how effortlessly beautiful they are, i mean seriously, i feel sick th—“

“uncle spence. please. i want to go to sleep. i’m gonna call mama.”

“not your mom. please.”

(he tells jj and will when they get back from their date. you wake up to 23 text messages from jj saying “marry this nerd please henry can’t do this anymore!!!”)

also may i propose: classical music lover spencer, rock music lover emily, pop music lover jj and [y/n]. spencer absolutely gives you shit for your music taste and jj threatens him by saying she’ll marry you before he does. he goes pale at the thought. goes even paler when jj starts calling you “her darling baby” … your whole relationship is tug of war between jj, emily and spencer. spencer won’t try tug of war with derek like ok whatever you say handsome!!!

also, there have been many times spencer has woken up in the morning and reached his hand out to stroke your cheek and give you a kiss, when halfway he opens one eye and sees either jj or emily sleeping behind you. he’s the third wheel. in his own relationship.

and it’s all great until you give emily or jj too much attention and he starts sulking at home like… bitch you are in your thirties. and then you have to kiss all over his face and jokingly (or not???) call him your ‘pookie’… he sticks his tongue out and goes ‘bleurgh!!!!!” but we all know he loves it. silly scorpio man is fooling no one.

also read: candid photos of him where he always looks good ??? and when you mutter “you make me sick.” he takes it seriously and you spend the next week buying him his favourite donuts and kissing him until his cheeks go pink. most dramatic man ever!!! now does he pretend to be upset so you kiss him all the time… who knows.

he also places his forehead on yours when he gets overwhelmed and can’t calm down. and starts giggling when you go “helllooooooo!!” but in like, the way where your voice hits several octaves. a very, very giggly boy around you. and he also always has cold hands, and goes “oh no sweetie looks like i have to hold your hands!” (emily makes a gagging sound)

but truly, he is the softest man /ever/. when you two lay in bed at night and he leans down to kiss you, he goes so slowly that his eyelashes brush against yours and your chest starts to throb with how fast your heart is beating. he leans forward slowly and the kiss he presses to your lips is so soft that you squeeze your eyes closed because looking at him sends you into cardiac arrest. doesn’t kiss you much in public, but the way he looks at you makes up for it. eyes crinkled in the corner, brown irises reflecting your beauty as if you’ve been blessed by aphrodite herself. his chest lifts and trembles slightly, index finger twitching with the need to hold yours <3 (emily catches him in the act and she grins, then goes ‘booooo’ and cackles how he’s ‘whipped’ — which makes derek’s head snap up.)

also he absolutely calls you bunny and pretty like no one say a word to me… bunny is the cutest term of endearment ever im gonna throw up and throw myself down the damn stairs!!!

&&— marriage is absolutely in the cards for you two. he looks down at you, chin tilted, and he can’t imagine a future where he doesn’t watch you style your hair every morning or watch you grumble over a stain that won’t come out of one of his cardigans. (“spence, baby, you got anymore sweaters that need washed? i’m putting a woollens wash on!” and he blushed a soft fuchsia and has to resist the urge to cradle your face in his palms.)

although he has faced many tragedies and painful memories in his life, you’re his solace. the pain of his father leaving, his mother’s illness, prison, his drug addiction— you provide him with the normalcy and soft, angelic happiness that makes him smile until his cheeks hurt.

spencer (look at the absolute beauty i pulled by being an autistic nerd) walter reid <3

[kairiscorner]

yk what, im tired of seeing reader being the one protected, so what about this: reader that sees o'hara severely injured on a mission they are together, and going nuts on the one that hurt him? like even Miguel is surprised cause he never saw reader as mad and bloodlust-y as now, but when its over, the reader goes over him and treats him gently, kinda panicking over the fact that hes hurt.

i feel like Miguelito has such a heavy weight on his back about protecting everything around him and keeping the universe under control, he deserves someone to protect him and have his back 🥺🥺

OH MY GOD you have enlightened me. i fucking need this too now. i hope you like this <:))

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

let me save you. — miguel o'hara x reader

summary: carrying the whole multiverse on his back, having everyone fall back on him... but who's got his back when he's got everyone else's? pairing: miguel o'hara x gn!spider person!reader genre: fluff, comfort, and some angst word count: 1,244

content warnings! depictions of gore, blood, bleeding and wounds. please do not read any further if you are uncomfortable with these topics ^^

heaving, erratic breathing was heard coming out from you as you tried to process that miguel had been slammed into the ground by the anomaly. he had been slammed into the ground, and he's not getting up. his suit's glitching out, slightly dissipating as he coughs up some blood–lyla shows up to try and salvage his suit, get him back in action, but he's not getting up.

miguel always got back up every time he was forced to the ground by the enemy; he never let defeat get to him. it always used to be you who would get slammed into the ground, through some wall, or flung across a whole block–and miguel always saved you, he never... needed saving. never, that was, until tonight–as the anomaly continued to wreak more havoc, thinking they gained the upper hand, they felt a blunt object strike them in the back.

you threw a whole car at them after webbing it up and chucking it at tem in pure, unadulterated rage. you were... so pissed off–you had a fire burning in your eyes and a throbbing in your chest, it was such a heavy, painful throbbing that you couldn't shake off. some part of you told yourself that, until this anomaly is beaten and unconscious–until it was struggling to breathe, bloodied and unable to stand like how they made miguel... how they made miguel hanging on to his consciousness–and probably, his life right now–after they ruthlessly threw him to the ground with a loud bang following the impact.

your eyes were bloodshot from the tears you weren't aware you were shedding, the salty taste of them enveloping your tongue as you decided to end this, once and for all, for miguel... for the man you loved and couldn't bear saying goodbye to. you tried taking down the villain a peg, going after their legs and beating them down the minute they were on their knees and wounded. they cried out in pain as you delivered non-stop punches, kicks, and other blows to their body–inflicting all your rage upon them through marks and wounds on their face that could never, ever amount to the pain and anger you felt when you witnessed miguel get thrown down by the villain, to the point that he's hanging on to life right now and probably fading in and out of consciousness.

you couldn't even hear the sound of you huffing and puffing, even growling and screaming in rage as the sounds of you completely obliterating the anomaly's face in distracted you as you kept thinking, 'when can you just stand down and get knocked out?' the anomaly began to glitch, worsening the pain they experienced from your endless barrage of blows upon them. this evoked no mercy out of you as all you could think was, 'you get what you deserve, you monster, you freak!'

a weak voice rang out from your watch and pleaded–not commanded, but pleaded–you to end this madness. "please... we need that... villain... alive. people... people here are gonna die..." the strained voice begged of you as they coughed on the other end; it was miguel's voice, his tired, pained voice begging you with all the strength he had left to plead with you not to murder the anomaly. he coughed again and wheezed, shuddering as he exhaled, feeling so, so cold. "please... you can't... can't have your way with them... it's not... worth it..." he whispered as his strength was fading away from his voice, from his body as the call ended, and you could only beg for his voice to come back on the call, to hear him, hope he was okay.

you bit your lower lip as you tried to fight the urge to sniffle and weep, your tears beating your mind's demands as tears escaped your eyes. you didn't have time to wipe them away, miguel was fighting his own battle with death looming over his head the longer his injuries go untended. you throw a final punch to the villain, one with all your raw emotions packed in that punch–and you webbed that villain up, calling for back up to come and pick them up. as you had hoped, they were now unconscious, but nowhere near as close to death as miguel was. you rushed over to miguel as soon as a support team was coming over to clean the mess up and send the anomaly home, but you couldn't focus on anything or anyone else right now but him–miguel.

you ran over to him and skidded to his side, scraping your knees in the process, but disregarding the pain as you gently took his hand in yours, watching him breathe heavily. "miguel? mig? mig, baby, look at me..." you whispered to him as you placed your other hand on his cheek, feelings his shallow breathing as his tired, half-lidded eyes stare into your own tear-stained and puffy ones. you remove your mask and let the tears fall, placing both hands on his face and trying to match his breathing, you hoped against a hope that the support team would get here soon and help you cart miguel away to get some treatment for his wounds and have him recover quickly.

miguel ran a hand through your hair all weakly and sighed. "you... were phenomenal..." he murmured as he dropped his hand to the side out of exhaustion. "i've never... never thought i'd be the one... needing saving." he said with a low, forced chuckle, which fizzled out as it became a wheezing cough. you placed your hand on his chest and shushed him, calming him down. "mig..." you muttered his name as you laid your head on his chest, hearing his faint heartbeat grow steady, and in relief, you kissed the spot on his chest where his heart was slowly beating, hoping it'd beat a little faster, keep helping him live. "i can't lose you... i'll never, ever give up on you..." you promised him as miguel placed his hand on your head and began to lightly tear up himself. "and neither... neither will i." he swore as you sobbed a little louder into his chest, finally letting the fact you could've lost him if you didn't call for help any sooner finally sinking in.

you couldn't afford to lose him, you could never afford to kiss him goodbye, or to have him leave you without another word or touch from him. you can never stand the thought of being alone, much less without his stern, serious ass bothering you over something trivial or consistently reminding you to take care of yourself, to keep yourself on your toes, to be... nicer to yourself–because you're the only person he's truly come to care about; and that's him for you, too. he completes you, and you complete him–to lose one another... would be like the death of you both. from here on out, you both have made oaths to one another that you swear on your hearts: to protect and defend each other, and to hang on for the other as long as you can, not to waste a single breath, and to breathe it... knowing the other will do any and everything to keep you alive, to be with you longer than infinity spans, and to be yours until the multiverse gives out and collapses in on itself... to be each other's and in each other's arms until the end of everything.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @fictarian @yuridopted0 @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @fable-library @ophanimgold

[eruhamster]

Honestly for all the memes about Miquella being evil and Mohg being vindicated, considering the way only one of Miquella's followers truly aligns himself against Miquella with the idea that he's just manipulative(against the evil blood lord???), and how the Hornsent all seem to truly believe in him, and the actual good he's done throughout the Lands Between... I do think Leda has a point when she claims that you were only sent by the Erdtree. The grace very specifically leads you to Miquella in a way it does not lead you to kill the other demigods like Malenia.

Miquella, in other words, seems to be an actual threat to the Erdtree and the Greater Will. It wants you to kill him. Specifically him. I think Miquella legitimately was going to become a god, was going to follow through with his promises. He could force people to love him, but he had the true intention to become not Elden Lord, but a real god, so he can do the things he couldn't as a Demigod- bring his brother back, cure his sister, give those that Marika wronged justice - Bury the original sin, and embrace the whole of it.

He strikes me as a great unifier. He wasn't acting selfishly, and in fact was acting so selflessly that St Trina begs you to kill him rather than let him suffer as a god; she wants you to grant him mercy in death.

It gives me a bad taste that he had to die. He may end up failing, he might go nuts(given how Fromsoft usually goes) but he clearly wasn't evil, and his plan probably would have been far better than even the best Elden Ring ending where a Tarnished simply lets the status quo continue. And I think the fact that the grace leads you to him to get you to kill him REALLY suggests that he was a true threat, in a way that even Ranni was not, to the Greater Will.

I mean. Look who he picked as consort. The kindest man he knew. The man who was able to keep the stars out even when he'd completely lost his mind. There is not a single suggestion that he was only faking all that kindness he provided to every person Marika had wronged or that fought valiantly and justicely. Not a hint of malice in any quote from him. The only people who dislike him are themselves evil. I really do not think he is the villain. It's the opposite. You are. You doomed everyone he promised peace.

[sachurrogojo]

Waking Up Next To Overwatch Characters / Morning Sex

(Reader x Various | 18+ | Part 1)

Characters included:

Lifeweaver

Widowmaker

Cassidy

Tracer

Hanzo

Mercy

Category/Genre/Theme:

Fluff, confort, NSFW

Warnings:

Sexual content (18+)

Wordcount:

- N/A -

Authors Note:

David don't you dare fucking read this I swear to god!!!

Lifeweaver

- Very cuddly

- Likes to hold you close while the morning rays stream across the bed, warming you both.

- Is either up early to watch the sunrise with you, or lays in until the early afternoon with you. No in-between.

- Would rather make breakfast with you than for you.

- Plays with your hair while you lay together.

- Would softly and slowly kiss your neck, just below your ear and ask if you were in 'the mood'. (He loves morning sex)

- Would slowly fuck you from behind.

- Would gently huff against your ear, letting you hear all the noises he was making.

- "You take me so well~ Ahh~ I fit so perfectly inside you. Like we were meant to be~ ".

- "I can't bring myself to mark that pretty neck of yours. I guess I'll just leave my mark inside you instead~".

- Would then insist that you two shower together to clean up after cuddling for a minimum of half an hour after.

Widowmaker

- Sleeps in later when she can.

- Only wakes up for you.

- She enjoys when you pull her close and kiss her cheek.

- Has breakfast ordered for the both of you and its always gourmet.

- You'd both have breakfast then take a shower together.

- She's amazing with her hands.

- Would have you pressed against the glass door of the shower while she makes you whimper.

- "That's it. Don't hold back. Let me hear you~".

- "Look at the mess you've made, all over my fingers... I should have you lick it up~".

- Once you're done, she would help you wash your hair and whisper sweet, loving words to you.

Cassidy

- You both sleep in whenever you can.

- Cole likes to wake you up by peppering the side of your face with kisses.

- Gets morning wood and is ready to go from the second he wakes up.

- Has too much energy for just having woke up.

- Hold you by the hips while he rails you as if it's his reason to wake up every morning.

- Likes to get hot, sweaty and messy.

- "Look how well you're taking me, Princess~"

- "Look me in the eyes while I make you cum~"

- He'd spend his post nut bliss drawing small circles on your back, showing you with loving praise and gushes about how much he loves you.

- Would then insist to make you both breakfast while you recover from your morning together.

Tracer

- She is definitely an early bird.

- Likes to watch the sun rise with you when she can.

- She cuddles with you before placing a sweet kiss to your cheek and going out for a morning jog.

- Brings breakfast or coffee home from her jog if you don't feel like making breakfast.

- She'll come home and insist that you join her in the shower where you'll initially decline just to tease her.

- Once you're both under the hot cascading water, you use your expert tongue to make her cry out your name over and over as she tugs at your hair.

- "I can't cum again~ I- Ahh~"

- "Let me repay the favour, Love~ We'll move this to the bedroom and I'll make you see stars~"

- After, the two of you lay in bed and she massages your back while kissing over your shoulders.

- She will then take a shower without you otherwise you'll both just repeat the process.

Hanzo

- He is incredibly grumpy in the morning.

- You often place soft kisses to his cheek and neck to wake him up, to which he grumbles and reluctantly opens his eyes.

- Will playfully scold you for waking him before gently kissing your lips.

- This usually turns into a makeout session, which then most of the time leads to sex.

- Hanzo is slow but passionate.

- Will litter your neck with bite marks and bruises while holding you in positions you didn't think you could be in.

- "Your moans turn me on so much~ Fuck~".

- "You're so needy for my cock, you're practically sucking me in~".

- Goes to clean himself up while you recover.

- You'll then have breakfast together as if he wasn't just buried in your guts an hour ago.

Mercy

- Actually wakes up at a sensible time. Not too early and not too late.

- wakes you up with a kiss... which turns into a makeout session... which usually ends up with her slow fucking you.

- She's not very vocal during sex.

- All that can be heard are soft moans that tumble from her lips and the panting of her breath.

- Once you're both done, she'll make you both a cup of coffee.

- The two of you then cuddle in bed for a while.

- She will then say she has work to complete and protest that she has to get up, but will stay in bed with you for another hour.

- Finally you settle on a bath together. To start your day and get you both out of the bath.

- While you both lay in the bath, she'll draw gentle circles on your skin.

- "I'm so lucky to have you in my life".

[jwirecs]

RECOMMENDED BTS FICS OF NOVEMBER 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my bts recs of november! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Bad Boy || @i-am-baechu🔞💕💔✅💯💯💯

↳ Yoongi has been best friends with Namjoon since he was seven. He knew his little sister was always off limits but Yoongi never followed the rules. (we love it when siblings are supportive of them crushes. we gotta give respect to yoongi for not pursuing his crush to not risk his friendship with namjoon. but also props to namjoon for not getting pissed off when they finally got together though.)

Partner Privileges || @7ndipity💕✅💯

↳ (imma need me a man to give me partner privileges like this yoongi right here. like my man yoongi is a whole ass softie. i love it.)

Sharp Teeth || @dearly-somber💕💔🔄💯💯💯

↳ Jungkook—a love struck puppy pining for Y/N’s affection. Y/N—an obvious, hard-headed tsundere too thick to realize a shifter likes her. What could go wrong? (i have a HUUUUUUUUGE soft spot for fantasy fics (mainly werewolf fics and stuff, and i solely blame my 13 year old self watching twilight LOL). like if you are writing a werewofl/hybrid/shifter fic just know that is going to be automatically be in my reading list. when i came across this one, oh lord have mercy. read all of them in one sitting PLUS its still ongoing to. imma have a field day with this one i know it.)

Finding Your Boyfriend Sleeping In Your Hyperfeminine Pink Room || @rrjkive💕✅

↳ (theres no summary, but we just gotta love soft jungkook you know. like with the live of him just sleeping on live is freaking adorable and you can literally picture this big ass man with THAT HELLO KITTY THATS IN HIS LIVING ROOM and the man is just hugging that sht to death while sleeping.)

Five More Minutes || @7ndipity💕✅

↳ Anon Req: "Having to stand up in the morning with yoongi but not wanting to. cuddling and trying to stay in bed as long as possible instead" (i love soft yoongi, in this world, alternative world, ANY WORLD LIKE SOFT YOONGI IS SUPERIOR.)

Was It Better? || @gyukookswhore🔞✅

↳ Jungkook has been acting weird lately in bed, but your not complaining about it or are you ? (you know how it was literally no nut november for fics, well, lets just say that half of these fics on this list is literally smut. that says a lot. aka i clearly did not get the memo since i read mostly smut LOL. but this fic, is so detailed that i could read it again ngl.)

Wonderstruck || @jinkookspencil💕✅

↳ jungkook convinced his fearful girlfriend to try out a rollercoaster at the funfair… (honestly the ask that was sent to op was perfect. like stop this sht is fcking cute. got me giggling in bed kicking my feet and sht.)

Animal Farm || @joonberriess🔞✅

↳ (there was no summary, but holy jesus, this was literally a wild ride. like without reading the tags and tw, but the title alone, i thought this was going to be a lil cute fic about farming you know. BUT NO THIS WAS NOT ABOUT FARMING WHAT SO EVER BUT THIS WAS A WILD WILD RIDE. i say give it a read if you are like me who forgets to read the tags and tw (which is prob not a good thing) but its a suprise everytime i read something.)

Biker!Kook || @lustfuldevils💕✅💯

↳ (there was no summary exactly, but lets just say that im a sucker for biker!kook + reader. whether the reader is like innocent type or just a regular...person??? like personality wise you know. i dont know if that made any sense, but you know what im talking about..hopefully)

Every Little Thing || @7ndipity💔✅💯

↳ When you overhear Yoongi talking about how clingy you’ve been lately, you decide to take a step back from your friendship to give him space. But your sudden absence goes far from unnoticed by him. (i like to torture myself by reading angst that makes me feel sad and sht. honeslty love this one + im pretty sure theres like 3-4 fics from this op on this list. hi just wanted to say that i love your writing.)

Forest Bride || @flowerwrites06🔞💕💔✅💯💯💯

↳ The business transaction of a marriage between two previous warring clans takes an unexpected turn. (i love how yoongi automatically became protective over oc while she was slightly closed off due to their past experience. like all hail yoongi.)

Lost & Found || @theharrowing💕💔✅

↳ Taehyung just wants to be left alone. Too bad you need a place to stay. (i honestly love fics where its told from the members pov. like it gives us a chance to read about what they would do and say (even if its fiction you know) like it gives us a different pov then other fics where its mainly through a third-person pov or like the readers pov. love this)

My Alpha || @btsbrat🔞✅💯

↳ you discover that the soon to be alpha, Jungkook, is your destined mate. However, your story takes an unexpected turn when Jungkook rejects the mate bond. (i honestly thought that this fic wouldve been longer, you know just to prolong the rejection and what jk would do, but this pace is also good too. i hope that op makes a longer version where it involves like the in between you know! not that op has to make a longer ver, i also love this ver too!)

Of Storms and Vampires || @wishesunderthestars💕💔🔄💯

↳ During the worst storm you have witnessed in your life, a bat crashes on your window. When you bring it inside your cottage to take care of it, you realize it isn't simply a bat but a baby vampire. Your past has come back to haunt you because Jungkook's sire is no one else but Min Yoongi, who you had left behind when you disappeared five years ago. (this is still currently ongoing but i havent read many vampire!bts fics BUT lets just say, bats be cute and sht but deadly. cant wait to read the future chapters. also this is first chapter isnt rushed or anything so it def caught my reading eye for sure. went at a nice pace, not too fast, not too slow which i love)

Do check out all of the other BTS Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

[prttykittes]

:3 anon back

i just saw the chainsaw man stuff and i had to add my personal thing rq

denji loves when he either calls you mutt or you call him mutt. he doesn’t care.

best pet name of 2023 goes to! ‘Mutt’

like ‘mutt’ can be used in any way like. 🥹 You said you wanted to write incest so i kind of got you!

No char you can pick whoever or just the idea works!

Dad/father figure loves how you look in your cute outfits you wear to school, he even bought you this choker that has “daddy” on the inside of it! little did you know a leash can be attached to it T^T. So one day he makes you wear his favorite outfit and then shows you the leash he can attach to your choker has you put it on. now that he has you at his mercy he can do whatever he wants to you now! He makes you get on your knees and suck his fat cock as he lets your head and calls you his ‘needy mutt’. he makes you ride him as he tugs your leash calling you his personal fleshlight (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀). threatening you that if you tell mommy that he’ll make sure you won’t walk the next day. And if he’s feeling mean he’ll make you hump your favorite teddy till you make a mess all over it. He makes you wear a vibrator in your cute hole whenever mommy isn’t home so he can keep you nice and wet for his cock. He buys you all this cute stuff and spoils you though. So getting fucked by his fat cock once in a while is just the price to pay to look cute! 💕

omg i really indulged myself😭 sorry! (i felt possessed writing this)

Woah!! :3 anon, I love ur ideas from ur silly brain!!! I love denji so much, but I feel like going with Aki with this because I love Aki so much, his silly small ponytail!! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

ෆ DAD!Aki X GN!Reader [you/your]

— Synopsis:: You're daddy's mutt and fuck toy, your daddy loves to toy with your sweet hole!!.

CW. Incest, child/parent, humping, voyeurism, vibrators/toys, degradation (mutt)

A/N :: uwu — written by a minor

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You came back from school, opening the door up. He was standing there and his arms opened. You smiled and ran to hug him, your face in his chest, he loved the cute outfits you would wear!! He kisses your forehead and leads to the couch, you smile and sit down. His hand is on your thigh and he shows you a choker. It has the word daddy on it!! "Is it for me, daddy!" You clapped your hands, it was for you like he was going to spend money on that woman. You smile and you kiss him as a thank for the gift. He slips his tongue in your mouth, both of yours tongues twirling around each other. He hears you moan in the kiss, his hand attempts to go lower but the sound of keys jingling is heard. He pulls away, a string of saliva connecting you two. You get up and go to your room, she walks in and goes over to Aki, she kisses him. It feels gross and feels like he is cheating on you!! \`~`/ One day, daddy came up and asked you to try on his favorite clothing. You put it on fast, you do a twirl and he kisses your hand before he shows you the leash. "What is that for?" You asked, staring at the leash he holds. "It's for your choker, here.." he attaches it on your choker, he holds it up and gently tugs on it. "Get on your knees, baby" he says, you blush and go on your knees, he pulls down his pants and underwear. He is so hard right now, you look at it and he tugs on the leash. Making your face hit his dick, you can feel it twitching against your face. "Suck" he commands you with one word, you wrap his dick with your warmth wet mouth. You use your hands to stroke the rest, he grunts and pulls on it to make your head go deeper down. He can feels vibrations on his dick, your moaning. He can see a bulge on your throat, he can never be amazed of the sight, his fat dick in your mouth making a bulge.. he tugs on it more as he can feel himself about to nut, he holds the back of your head as he fucks your mouth. He tightly grips your hair and he cums, his sticky white seed filling up your mouth. He pulls out his dick and some of his white cream lands on your face. You open your mouth show you swallowed everything.

He sits down and leans against the wall, he pats his lap. You get up and hover your hole above his fat cock. He tugs the leash down as you body falls on his dick, you can never get used of the size, he can see a bulge on your stomach. You ride him faster, lifting yourself up and down. "Needy mutt", he mutters, you go faster. You whine when his dick hits spots deep in your hole, you bite your lip and continue to bounce. He continues to pull on your leash, he puts his fingers into your mouth, you suck on it while you still ride him. "My fleshlight~!" He says, you main around his fingers when you feel him filling you up, your sex cums as well. You weakly lift yourself up and some of seed drips out of you. "Make sure, not to tell mommy. Or~ we will never see each other again!" He says, kissing your chest, you nod frantically. There next day, he makes you hump your sweet teddy bear, your sex rubbing against the buttons and the fur. You hump, moaning and drooling. He helps you out, moving your body hard against the teddy bear. He tells you to keep going until you make a mess over your sweet bear<3 he rubs his hand against your back and your butt, he smiles while you begin to weakly hump. He can tell your coming to the end, your whole body trembles and you let out a weak moan. He lifts your body up and gently puts you in the side, he can see your cum all over the teddy bear, he picks some up and licks it off his finger, he moans at the taste of you. Your still coming down your high so he might as well put his fat dick inside of your hole!!! He also puts vibrations and toys inside of your hole, when your mommy don't or home or when she is home~ He wants you to be a mess and wet for him, he can see you humping the couch softly to push the vibrator more into you, your so needy<3 He buys you cute stuff, cute clothing!!he loves to spoil you so much!! In return you have to let him fuck you with his fat dick, honesty what a good deal <3

[low-budget-korra]

My comments on Arcane s01

-Vi is the sister I wish I had, fr. And as an lesbian older sister myself, it wasn't hard for me to connect with her from the very first episode.And now that I've watched the show, I don't understand how some people blame her for wherever she did to Jinx. Yeah, Jinx was just a kid but guess what, so was Vi. Jinx lost everything? So has Vi.

"but Violet abandoned Powder" No! She was protecting her lil sister. And she just saw her sister murder their entire family, how y'all think she feels? And she was about to save Powder before she was kidnapped.

And the fact that she manages to be so soft and good besides everything she went through... Vi is THE exception.

-Powder/Jinx was just a kid and all but damn. Vi forgives it all she has done, and in the one time Vi needs her forgiveness, she's so quick to hate her for good. Did she really realize what she had done?

Well, now I see why some people compared her to Azula. The difference is that Azula never had anything like Vander or Vi, Jinx had that and still went nuts. And also, Azula never goes for the murder, not really when it was expected (like when she was betrayed by Mai and Ty Lee). While Jinx would give 2 shits about kill people for funzies.

Yes, I feel sympathy for her, just as much as I feel anger towards her. She is a complex character that's for sure. And mentally ill

And my hate for her is mostly for the way she treats Vi honestly

Anyway, there's this joke on Brazilian fandom that Jinx is homophobic and that's why she can't stand Caitlyn and can't stand seeing her with Vi, and I think it's honestly hilarious

-CaitVi is a wonderful ship. Nothing against the explicit and big gestures such as kissing and all but damn, I missed the subtlety. The minor and meaningful touches, the gazes...it reminded me so much of Korrasami

-I loved Jayce and Caitlyn's relationship. When united, gays and lesbians are strong.

And I still don't get why people keep pretending Caitlyn actions on s2(as far as I saw in the trailers) aren't justified. Her mom was murdered by the people she tried to help, if it was me, I would also raise hell upon them. Anyway, let's talk about s1 Caitlyn and she is just so adorable.

She really wanted to make a difference, to help. She got out of her bubble and got a taste of the real world, and I bet it hurt. She just wanted to help and to do what's right but she paid the high price and has all the right to me mad at s2

And from the way she flinched at Jinx during the "dinner" scene, at bet the hours she spent under Jinx mercy weren't nice

-Im sorry, I didn't care much about the hextec plot. I know it's important and it's what makes the character on the road but their inner struggles and their subplots are far better to watch.

The only interesting part of them was Jayce cuz he is such an interesting character. For the way I've seen people talk about them, I thought he was gonna be the worst but no. You can see he struggles with some decisions. He ain't bad, he just does bad decisions

-Ekko is such a G man. If something happens to him in s2, I will riot. I like how he is the exact opposite of Jinx.

Ekko also lost everything and everyone, but instead of Jinx, he turned his pain into something good, into helping others the way Vander and Benzo helped him and the other kids.

I wasn't expecting him to be friends with Heimerdinger but I love that for him

-Lets talk about something serious, Jinx was right in her anger towards the upper class but blowing things up was not the answer. Vander knew and saw things how it was, making deals is better than having innocent blood in the streets.In fact, I saw a lot of simplified comments about the politics and social aspects of Arcane and now that I've watched the show I see how damn immature and naive a lot of them are.

Do not get me wrong, we should rebel every time we need and violence is a part of that. No revolution happened without it. But we should be wise about the battles we pick.

Let's look at Caitlyn for example, she is born rich and a good person. It's naive to expect someone born with everything and disconnected with the lower class problems and needs, to all of sudden be an ally to social causes. Born rich and privileged doesn't necessarily mean you are born a bad person, just as much as born poor doesn't automatically make you a good person.

Now, do you think Caitlyn deserved to lose her mother like that? Do you think she deserves what Jinx did to her just because she was from Piltover? That's when you lose potential allies and gain strong enemiesIt's not that simple. Social problems such as class differences, poverty, violence...it's not something that you can fix that easily. Oh man, I wish it was but it ain't.

With all that said, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko, Vander...none of them are evil and most of their actions (if not all of them) have a solid reason behind it, but this doesn't mean they were the best thing to do.

-Fuck you Silco. He is what happens when you put a "wherever it cost" mentality, cuz sometimes the cost is high. Too high. Also, he doesn't want justice or revenge, he wants power

-The animation and sound design is a masterpiece too. And the fight choreography? Damn shit was fire