#mesh body addicts

[ladythylia]

1587 Stop asking why I’m a Bitch. I don’t ask why you’re so stupid.

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[jeongin-lvr]

Soobin whos big cock stretches you out every night because he’s so addicted to your pussy. like, genuinely can’t get enough. he’ll switch between fucking you in a mating press to eating his own cum out of your lovely, fluttering hole. all the while you mewl his name sleepily because you’ve cum more times than you can count; he doesn’t care, though. he’s enraptured by your pussy. he takes his frustrations out on your holes, he pours all his love out while fucking you, he spells his name on your clit just because he wants to taste you one last time before heading to bed. by the end of the night you’re sore, aching thighs wrapped around his as he kisses you to make it better... though, that might get him hard again

THUS END ME

I fucking love big cock Soobin 😖 it’s way too real tbh listened to sad girl by lana while making this felt whore-ish cw. heavyyyy overstim, soobin is described as bigger than reader.

You’re panting, losing focus on the man above you because he just won’t stop— won’t stop filling you up again and again. And it’s not like you even had the energy to fight back. You’re aching, leaking, sweaty, dewy-eyed. He’s relentless, making you take every stinging inch. You know it’s cliche, a whole trope, but you can feel him in your stomach. In fact, Soobin had the flattened palm of his hand pressed hard against the big tummy bulge you had. You quite literally could feel him all the way in there, thick, long cock rubbing quickly against your inner walls. The wet squelch of your full and spent hole filling the air rapidly, coinciding with your heated moans and whines.

Your hands clawed at his chest, back arching even further than it already was, begging to be brought back down to reality. You felt floaty, head full of air. “S-Soobin— Soob… too much, t-too muchhh—“

Soobin groaned, pressing your thighs up until your knees were right beside your head, shaking legs from repeated orgasm after orgasm. Every single climax ripped from your body in pure ecstasy. Filling your mind with only mumbles of words and the need for more, more, more. Even when your body was so tired, aching for less, begging for a relief, all you needed was more of him. Soobin then planted his hand right beside your head, bigger body contorting and meshing into yours, keeping you under his weight from moving at all. Any squirming you did was ignored, his hips only increasing in speed with wet, nasty slaps of skin.

“No, no, no… fuck, baby,” Soobin’s breath caught in his throat as he spoke, a choked out whine escaping as his fluffy, black hair fell in front of his eyes, then back as he tilted his head backward. His eyebrows were scrunched together, touching as his pouty lips parted, “Need you to take it… y-you gotta take it—“ He was panting like a dog, hovering over you with shaky arms. If anything, he was just as much a wreck as you were at this point. His big hand scooped up the side of your face, cooing at you as wet sounds emitted from your bodies, lips a breath away, “For me, baby, do it f-for me.”

His thumb ran over your skin, sending heat up your cheeks and a stray tear to slip out of your eye, graciously dewing his skin.

“Love your lil’ pussy, honey,” Soobin scrunched his face for the umpteenth time, “Know you can take it… s’tight.”

You mewled, though nodding. You take everything he gives you, even if it was overwhelming. If anything, that’s the best part, isn’t it? That big cock of his felt so fucking good, nearly intoxicating. You both went through this ordeal practically every night and it was pure heaven.

His thumb caressed your cheek, using that same tear you’d so graciously gifted him as a form of lube as his thumb crawled down to your swollen, fat clit. You jerked as he thumbed the lil love bud, a sputtering moan falling from your lips. Soobin’s thrusts were sloppy, each little sound he made reminding you of how good he was feeling, how not only you were feeling pleasure. Not that it wasn’t obvious with the way he spoke to you and handled you. So delicate, gentle, yet at the same time dominate and strong.

“My baby, my cute fucking girl…” Soobin moaned again, you can tell by the breathlessness of his voice that he was close again. Your pussy ached from being so full, his tip drilling endlessly against your womb, deeply pressing into that soft lil gummy spot. It had your eyes rolling into the back of your head, biting your lip to hide the stupidly loud sounds you wanted to let out, “Love you on my big cock, baby, look so p-pretty,” Confession spilled from open lips, slack jaw only widening as he tipped closer to a finish, “My baby loves when I breed her cunt, hm? One more, I promise…”

[sanemistar]

⋅˚₊‧ ᡣ𐭩 jjk men and where they like to kiss you the most

𝜗𝜚 starring the following pairings [separate]: gojo, geto, choso and nanami x fem!reader ﾉ 𝜗𝜚 genre: tooth rooting, sickeningly sweet fluff, a teeny bit suggestive on gojo and geto’s parts if you squint 𝜗𝜚 back: jjk m.list

★ — satoru g.

he loves kissing every inch of your body, that’s for sure. but your lips have a special place in his heart. they’re dangerously tempting and simply divine, the way your plump lips mesh together in perfect harmony as you share a series of prolonged, intimate kisses that ends with both of you getting swollen lips sends shivers down his spine, and leaves him utterly breathless. even a small peck is more than enough to drive him crazy. you best believe that he will take every chance given to him to devour those sweet, glossy lips of yours.

★ — suguru g.

something about peppering your neck with kisses just tickles something in the back of his brain, and excites him. especially when he’s holding you tightly in his embrace, both of you enjoying the intimacy of the moment as he murmurs sweet ‘i love yous’ into your ears. the feeling of your delicate skin against his lips as he softly nibbles on the crook of your neck while decorating it with little love bites, is a feeling he can never get enough of, it’s so heavenly and insanely addictive. he would literally do it all day if he could.

★ — choso k.

he absolutely loves kissing your cheeks the most. it’s become a natural thing for him to grab your face as he cups those squishy cheeks of yours in the palms of his big hands as he smooches you tenderly. pampering you with innocent, loving kisses, he enjoys taking his sweet time giving each cheek the love it deserves. he’s simply smitten with how the skin of your cheeks feel under his lips, it sends him to heaven and back.

★ — kento n.

this man is in love with the idea of kissing your forehead specially, to him it’s far more intimate and precious than any other form of kissing. he pours all his love for you into his kisses, which are always so prolonged and slow as he whispers to you the sweetest of love words. he never misses any chance to press an affectionate, loving kiss on your forehead. it’s already become a habit to him, a habit he can never stop because he never gets sick of it.

𝜗𝜚 taglist: @sylusdoll @ayrastv @hanaeriin @spkyssn

[cryptotheism]

Tell us about the wellness to fash pipeline tho

Here's a recent piece from the guardian on wellness communities and Qanon, so don't take my word for it.

"Wellness" is not just alternative medicine, it is essentially a theory of the body which posits if something makes you feel better, you are better in some meaningful way. I would argue it one of the most commonly held nonreligious magical beliefs in the modern world.

Wellness as a concept has its genesis in the 1950s with "workplace wellness" programs, a sort of budget alternative to offering employee healthcare benefits. This was an era soaked in itinerant business preachers offering classes on things like "hypnosis at a management level" and "yoga to improve leadership abilities". I am exaggerating for effect, but not by much.

The capitalist medical system regularly abandons people. We've all heard stories of profit driven pharmaceudical companies holding the ill hostage for extreme markup on life-saving medicines. People have real, legitimate, reasons to mistrust medical professionals.

Let's say you have chronic pain, and everything your doctor offers you is either ineffective, expensive, or addictive. You are desperate for literally any release, so you start looking into other solutions. You will find an OCEAN of snake-oil salesmen willing to sell you "the secrets doctors don't want you to know."

What is frustrating, is that pain is actually partially psychological. Some wellness techniques may have an actual, medical, benefit on some patients. The worst thing a conspiracy theorist can have is a point. So now you actually do kinda feel better, and you have a sense of loyalty to the grifter selling you 300$ Sumerian Cock Oil Pills. These people are the core of the wellness industry. They are the examples that everyone else points to and says "Well it worked for them!"

Reactionary thought blooms in environments like this. If the medical industry can't be trusted, what else can't be trusted? At any given time, you are two clicks away from "vaccines cause autism." Three clicks away from "Cavemen were 15 feet tall because they only ate meat." And four clicks away from "The medical industry is controlled by The Jews to drain our wallets and keep us sick." Echoes of Nazi attitudes towards German-Jewish doctors are a common backbeat.

Wellness itself is relatively harmless, (compared to the things it is adjacent to) but it acts as a sort of idealogical airport that exposes the curious to a deluge of potentially radicalizing communities. The longer you spend in communities like this, the higher the chance you'll come across something that meshes perfectly with your own biases.

If y'all wanna learn more about wellness and pseudomedicine grifters, I highly recommend the podcast Maintenance Phase.

[smallestapplin]

Bro you got me down so bad for Optimus Prime. Can I request possessive Optimus smut? Cybetronian reader if you could, 10/10 love your writing and will be a die hard follower forever

Alright 💕 but you keep your end of the deal/lh

Warning : stomach bulge, size kink, praise, and a very needy Optimus.

Minors do not interact! 18+ only!

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Optimus is this best partner you could’ve ever asked for, ever the gentlebot, so tender and loving with you, how could you not trust him so? You didn’t question him when he called you over, wishing to speak with you privately, why would you?

He was livid, a rage emotion for the Prime to feel, but he couldn’t stop the anger twisting in his spark from ealier, he shouldn’t feel threatened by one of his own, but he can’t stop the feelings from bubbling to the surface.

You’re too kind to your teammates.

If he can’t tell them off, then he can take it out on your valve, drown you in his scent and mark you as his once more.

“Optimus..!”

Your sweet cry breaks him from his thoughts. You’re shaking on his berth, legs twitching on either side of his helm, your servos on top of his which hold your legs apart, clinging to him. You ex-vent sharply as he pulls away from your wet valve, leaving your puffy node alone.

“I’m sorry, my light, you are just too addicting.”

A whine tumbles from your dermas, feeling your lover kiss your inner thigh just so close to your valve. Optimus takes a deep breath, trembling at the heady smell of your need.

To have you beneath him, crying just for him, needing him, wanting him, desperate for him to frag you and fill you with his transfluid

“Frag…what’s gotten into you?” You laugh breathlessly, your fans on high trying to cool yourself down.

You aren’t complaining, not when Optimus moves further up your body, lavishing your frame with firm slow kisses as if to worship your body. He stops just at your neck cables, moving your legs up and over his shoulders, putting your needy valve on display for him.

Optics watching how your valve drools fluid, occasionally clenching around nothing, wanting to be filled. You gasp as Optimus puts his large spike over your valve, grinding his shaft against it and soaking it in your juices.

“Is it a crime to find my conjunx endura enticing? So pretty, and all I can think about is stuffing this valve of yours full, marking you as mine. To remind everyone here that you are mine to hold, mine to frag.”

Your optics widen at his lewd words, his voice low nearly a growl as he pulls his hips back, positioning his spike at your needy hole and easily pushing in. You grab his shoulders, tossing your helm back and intake dropping open.

Even still he’s just too much, your poor valve always stretched so much just trying to take him. His optics stay trained on your stomach, groaning as your metal begins to dent as his spike alone is too big for your body.

“S-S’deep!!”

“Look at how well you take me, just like you were made for me.” Optimus places a servo on your stomach, pressing down where his spike bulges under your mesh. You shriek, servos gripping his shoulders, blue and red paint scratching off under your grip, but he doesn’t care.

“Optimus…ohh…please, it’s too much.”

“Too much? My star, we haven’t even started.”

He kisses the top of your helm to give you some comfort. You choke on air, his hips clanking and smacking against yours pushing his spike further against your sweet spot, pelvis grinding against your node before he pulls back once more and thrust back in.

His thursts are heavy, fragging his spike as deep into you as he could manage, wanting to mold your valve into his shape so only he could please you, no one else can make you feel as good as he can, no one can have you.

He can’t lose you.

“Frag…you’re clenching so tight. Overloading for me already?”

You’re in tears, your body covered in coolant, as he speaks so sweetly to you, like he isn’t fragging you stupid and spike drunk. You’re so close, your climax lost from earlier building back up swiftly.

“O-Optimus!! Oh, oh primus I-I caan’t—!!”

Your overload does little to make him stop. You’re sobbing, near squealing out hiw name even as your voice box goes to static. He leans over you, practically folding you in half, rutting his spike into your needy hole.

“So good, I love you. P-please, just a little more-mm! Haa…overload for me again, milk my spike, let me mark you.”

You’re too far gone, helm heavy and all you can think about is his spike breaking your back strut.

The entire base will know who’s spark you belong to by the time he’s finished.

[thiswaytwoinfinity]

MDNI — 18+

tortured by the idea of teasing robby with a short little dress as he sits on the couch, those big hands running down his face while he tries to decide where to touch you first

maybe you just went shopping and you're modeling your new outfits for him or maybe you just got back from a girls' night out, a little tipsy and a lot giggly, absent-mindedly twisting your hips as you fill him in on all of the gossip he missed. and robby's listening to you — he really is, he swears, those big brown eyes shining behind his glasses, chuckling at the way you always exaggerate a little when you've been drinking, every little moment turning into a dramatic tale — but he keeps catching a glimpse of the tops of your thighs under that swishy skirt.

it's distracting, you have to know it's distracting him, these tantalizing glimpses of soft skin, of his favorite place in the world, the place he'd happily spend all of his time if given the chance. but he's really trying to pay attention.

but then you stop talking to take a sip from the bottle of beer that robby had been nursing all evening while he read a book on the couch and you bend to place it on the coffee table and he can see just the tiniest hint of black lace and suddenly he can't remember a single thing you've said. all of his thoughts are focused soley on youyouyou, your thighs, your curves, that heavenly place between your legs that he's obsessed with, addicted to, thinks about coming home to during his long shifts and now he's noticed that you've noticed that he's not listening.

"robby?" you ask with a laugh, waiting for those big brown eyes to travel slowly upupup your body to meet yours. (and he looks wrecked, somehow, you haven't even said anything, you haven't even touched him yet and still.) "were you listening to me?"

he nods quickly, one big hand rubbing the back of his neck, but his face is turning red and in an instant you can read his mind. your grin is sly, predatory almost, as you take a step closer to him, your legs on either side of one of his thighs, his knee gently bouncing with anticipation.

"i never asked if you liked my dress," you tease, hands smoothing down your waist and hips until your fingertips almost reach the hem of your skirt.

"y-yeah," he croaks out, torn between trying to pretend he has a modicum of self control left and simply sliding to his knees on the carpet in front of you. "you look beautiful. you're always beautiful."

you let out a soft hum, and robby will never admit that the way you sound almost patronizing in that moment has his head spinning. "it's really pretty, right?" you say, toying with the hem, watching the way his eyes are locked on the tiniest movements you make.

you start edging the skirt up your legs, slowly, so slowly, and robby's throat is dry, his jaw dropping slightly as more and more of your perfect thighs are revealed to him. you let out a little laugh as you tease the skirt higher, higher and then — it's like a groan is punched out of him as he sees that tiny hint of lace again.

"fuuuuuuuck, baby," he says lowly. you're not even sure if he's aware that he said it, he's so entranced by you.

"you wanna see something else i bought that's pretty?" you say, voice low and seductive, as you finally bunch the skirt up around your hips, and the lace and mesh of your strappy, tiny underwear is on full display. robby shakes his head, almost in disbelief that you — bright, sexy, funny, smart, wonderful you — are with him.

and then just as his hand reaches out to touch you, the calloused fingertips just brushing against your soft skin, you drop the skirt back down, hiding it all away from him again.

robby looks up at you like you're a goddess, an angel, a glass of ice cold water on a hot day, a free weekend on his schedule with no work, no patients, no gloria breathing down his neck. desperate. worshipful. awestruck.

you lean down close, your lips just brushing his as you whisper "they have a matching bra, too," and plant one long kiss on him.

christ. you're gonna be the death of him. (what a way to go, he thinks.)

[revelboo]

Would you be willing to write something lovey/fluffy/spicy for soundwave (tfp, idw, es) for me this week? I just lost my stepdad on saturday and I was doing ok until I found the father’s day gift and card I’d already made for him this year so that I could surprise him with it a bit early and now I don’t know what to do with it.

I’m so sorry to hear that.

How about all three? 🔞 Mass displaced mech

Comfort

TFP Soundwave

• Groaning when a tendril slides under your blanket and hooks under you to lift you up, you lay a hand on his visor as he nudges your head. Why does your alien husband have to be a morning person? Flashing you a heart emoji, he tucks you against his neck and wanders over to find food for you. You’ve still yet to see him drink energon in front of you and asking about what’s under the visor just gets you a winky emoji. You’d pressed your face against his visor once, straining to see if you could tell what was underneath and he’d put up with your antics without complaint.

• Shivering slightly when you start humming happily under your breath. His plating lifts slightly before settling. With you tucked against him, skin against his mesh, your emotions spill into him. And it’s so addictive, can’t stop reaching for you, needing to feel your happiness sink into him as warm as the sun outside the Nemesis. Brightening his own melancholy and chasing away those memories that hurt him. Sliding a tendril against you, the sound of your soft, wordless singing hums through him and in his mind, he sings along.

IDW Soundwave

• Is that music? It’s nothing like you’re used to, but watching his visor dim, servos flicking faintly to the soaring crescendos, you smile. Because he’s enjoying this and you rarely see him relaxed. “Can you dance to that?” You ask and he startles, almost looking guilty. Know he’s not used to being able to let his guard down,but he mass shifts and offers you a big hand anyway.

• Pulling you to your feet, he hooks an arm around you, sweeping you into the only dance he can remember. “I’m out of practice,” he admits, remembering a time when he’d had a place among the wealthy. As a spy. Had never danced with the socialites he’d been infiltrating, but he’d watched. Always on the outside, looking in. Spinning you before pulling you back into his frame, you smile up at him and this is so much better than those glittering, opulent halls. Just you and him. This is where he belongs.

ES Soundwave

• Mouth crashing against yours, your back hits the wall. And his hands are bruising on your hips as he ruts against you. Hard and urgent as your legs hook around his waist. Celebrating his victory with you when he should be in there with his cassettes. With Rumble. Sharp denta prick your lip as he snarls against you. Clinging desperately to him, his hips snap against you and he’s almost too rough with you.

• Groaning when you tighten on him, his hips keep pumping against you. Mouth swallowing your cry as you come apart and his servos tighten on you, overloading hard to fill you. Taking the edge off with your body. Growling softly, he rests his head against the wall beside your own. Still can’t believe Rumble’s back, that it worked, fear and happiness and those vestiges of grief spinning him tight. Sending him out of control. “He’s going to be okay,” you whisper, fingers cupping his cheek and he’s not sure what to do with that gentle touch or your reassurance. Doesn’t want it. But he still leans into your touch anyway.

[ladykailitha]

You're a Dream to Me Part 6

So here we are at the turn. It's all running up to their meeting now.

Thank you to everyone who has liked, commented, and reblogged this fic. You guys are the best.

This one stars us off with our boys getting hot and heavy, so do not engage if under 18. Steve rolls with it but Eddie starts to catastrophize when he realizes his and Steve's lives not mesh well.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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Steve found himself for the first time in his apartment and not anything related to Eddie. He knew now that the universe had been trying to tell him it was Eddie through the places they visited in his dreams, but he just never recognized them before.

They are on Steve’s sofa and he reached over to pull Eddie to his side. Eddie came willingly and their lips crashed together.

Steve allowed Eddie to take over the kiss and melted into it. And as such as it was in dreams they went from dressed to undressed in the blink of an eye.

Steve moaned into Eddie’s mouth as Eddie pressed down, aligning their bodies together. Every nerve in his body lit up like fucking Christmas. He had had sex plenty of times with both genders but this was put all the other times to shame.

Their bodies moved as one as Eddie seemed to instinctively know all the things that drove Steve wild. Every press of his lips, every touch of his fingers sent Steve farther and farther out of his mind.

“Oh baby,” Steve murmured. “You feel so good. Don’t stop.”

“I couldn’t if I wanted to, sweetheart,” Eddie said softly. “You’re my addiction, my one affliction. I would give you the moon if it was sale.”

“I would put you above others without fail...” Steve finished the song lyrics with a tender smile.

Eddie giggled. “I would have never taken you for a metal fan, Stevie.” He kissed him deeply. “I love it.”

Steve reached between them and began stroking their cocks together in his fist. “Of course I listen to your band, rockstar. It’s a part of you.”

Eddie’s fluttered shut and let out a moan into Steve’s willing mouth. His hands and mouth danced along Steve’s skin as they were both brought to completion within moments of each other.

Their combined cum painted their chests and cooled their heated skin. Steve got his hands into those curls and pulled Eddie down for another kiss and then another. The cum became sticky between them, but they just couldn’t let go of the other. Not after all this time.

Steve woke up slowly from his soulmate dream for the first time since he started getting them clearly. He yawned and stretched. His whole body felt warm and sated like he had actually had sex. He took a peak at his crotch and was relieved to see that at least he hadn’t creamed his pants in the night.

He picked up his phone and was surprised to see that it was a little after ten in the morning. He had the day off but he usually didn’t sleep late. That old habit of waking up early to do sports transferred neatly over to waking up early to open the store.

He didn’t even have plans for today. He had no errands to run or people to see. Dustin wasn’t even home as he had gone to Indy for a much needed day away from this small town. He liked visiting, but there really wasn’t much to do that he hadn’t done a thousand times before.

Steve rolled over on his back and stared at the ceiling. The concert in Indy was tomorrow and he could feel his skin vibrate with it. He knew that he would have more luck at the Hideout, making eye contact with Eddie. But a small part of him hoped that Eddie would still find him a large crowd.

He thought briefly about rubbing one off, but the dream still clung to his skin and he felt like he had already had a release and certainly wouldn’t be ready for another any time soon.

He got up and got into the shower instead and once he was done he decided the best use of free day was to plan his outfit for tomorrow. After all he didn’t want to piss off a bunch of metalheads, but at the same time, he wanted to stand out so Eddie could see him.

He went through his drawers, his closet, and the chest of clothes that he kept for Halloween and costume parties, but he couldn’t find anything that worked. He knew he didn’t look it, but he loved all things spooky. He just didn’t show it on the outside very much.

He pulled out a few items that maybe if put together it might resemble something like an outfit. Black was definitely a must. Denim, too. Throw in a flannel or some leather and he’d have something. But he didn’t have either.

But what he did have was two lesbians. One of which was the master of the thrift. So if they didn’t have what he needed, Robin would know where to go to get it. He pulled out his phone and dialed the shop.

“Coming of Page,” Robin greeted, “How can I help you today?”

“Hey, Rob,” Steve said brightly. “You up for some of your famous thrifting when you get off work?”

There was silence for a moment as no doubt she put the pieces together. “Oh hell yeah.”

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Eddie woke up gently that morning and for the first time he understood what had changed. Now that he knew he was having soulmate dreams the universe had stopped being an overly dramatic bitch and waking him up harshly when he didn’t get the memo.

But now that he was fully on board with the dreams and having Steve Harrington as his soulmate, it let him rouse naturally. He looked over at the clock on the nightstand and smiled. He knew he only had a few minutes before his alarm went off, but as it was just a travel day and not a performance day he had plenty of time to get ready to go.

He practically skipped out of the elevator and to the restaurant for breakfast. Jeff shared an eye roll with Gareth.

“Were we ever that sappy when we got our first confirmation dream?” Jeff groused, stabbing at his omelet.

Chrissy snorted. “God. I think we were worse.”

“I know I was that besotted,” Brian said around a bite of his eggs. “Still am if I’m honest. Meeting your soulmate on tour is a bitch and I don’t envy Eddie in the slightest. Because at least I didn’t have any preconceived notions about mine.”

Eddie blinked at Brian for a moment before it registered what he meant. He snorted and then giggled. Pretty soon he was laughing out right. It took him a bit to catch his breath, but by then they were all staring at him like he’d lost his mind.

“Sorry, sorry,” Eddie said wiping away the tears. “I had a crush on Steve for several reasons, but the main one is that he is absolutely that bitch.”

Gareth frowned and looked around but no else got it either. “What does that have to do with preconceived notions and shit?”

“I don’t have any,” Eddie said firmly. “We barely interacted in high school and yeah, he was bitch no doubt. But no one should be judged on who they were in the character creation phase. Like he was vaguely homophobic and now he’s running a queer bookstore with Robin Buckley, who was like never in the closet because everyone assumed she was gay as the day was long? I’m pretty sure the dude changed from then.”

Jeff rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “And it’s not like he ran with the bullies his whole high school career either. Like he very famously dumped his asshole friends before Christmas his junior year. And even then he still commanded respect.”

“Like I didn’t go to high school with you guys,” Chrissy said with a shrug. “But let me tell you only the biggest assholes peak in high school. I mean look at me. I was head cheerleader with the perfect white bred boyfriend. Everyone thought I would be a stay at home mom to Jason’s 2.5 kids, but even those that didn’t would have never would guessed that I went on to manage one of the biggest metal bands in history.”

Eddie waved his hand at her. “See? Seriously, I’m ready to get know him all over again. He’s still hot. He’s still sweet. And I’m willing to bet that he’s still that bitch, too. I’m not worried about him disappointing me. He could never. I’m fucking excited.”

Jeff raised his orange glass. “I’ll drink to that. To Eddie’s soulmate. Steve Harrington!”

“Steve Harrington!” everyone cheered and clanked their glasses together.

Eddie ordered and quietly ate his food as his family chatted happily around him. He hadn’t lied that he wasn’t nervous about Steve disappointing him. He was worried about him disappointing Steve. Because the more dreams Eddie realized were soul dreams the clearer it became that Steve had been waiting for a long time for him to get his head out of his ass.

Steve had a life in Hawkins and Eddie’s life was traveling the world. There was no way that he would give up his store to go on the road with him, but on the flip side, Eddie had tried to get out of Hawkins and have it never darken his future the way it had shadowed his past. There was no way he would settle in Hawkins.

There had always been a pull, connecting him back to the town that hated him because he was different. He had assumed that it was Wayne. The man that raised him and gave him that push to pursue his dreams and get out of this hellscape.

Jeff tilted his head as he watched his best friend go from happy go lucky to morose. A small, fragile smile shuttered into place. He pulled out his phone and sent a cigarette emoji. When Eddie looked up, Jeff jutted his head toward the door and Eddie dutifully followed.

About half way through the first cigarette he said, “I could smell the wheels burning from across the table. What’s got you so bent out of shape?”

Eddie took a long drag and blew it out slowly. “We live such different lives. Like even with Sophie, Brian’s new soulmate, she can tag along if she wanted and the only reason Chrissy isn’t with Georgia right now is because she was an idiot and forgot to ask her girlfriend when she was touring too. But his got a shop and life in Hawkins. The one fucking place I said I would only visit for Wayne’s sake.” He hung his head between his shoulders and shook it. “I can’t go back there. I can’t.”

Jeff flicked the ash off his cigarette and pressed his nail into the filter as he thought about that. “It’s a tough no doubt. But if the universe thinks you’ll be perfect together, you’ve got to let it do its magic and it’ll sort itself out. It always does.”

Eddie let out a slow breath and then another. He took a drag of his cigarette and blew out that breath too.

“Trust the universe isn’t gonna fuck me over?” he said bitterly. “It’s hard, man. Because I can’t help but feel a little let down by the universe when I think about my life general.”

Jeff cocked his head the side and then shook it. “Man, what the fuck are you talking about? What part of being in the biggest metal band in the world is bullshit?”

Eddie stared at him for a moment. “I fought hard for that. I had a criminal dad and my mom died when I was young. I lived a trailer park and took three tries to graduate. Like what part of that isn’t shitty?”

“You were raised by your uncle who made you believe you could make it big,” Jeff said, listing off things on his fingers. “You had a mom who instilled the love for music in you. And your drug dealing days were what helped keep the power on so you could make it out. Sounds to me like the universe was creating a perfect storm for you to make it out on top. And now trust it to know what it’s doing with Steve being your soulmate. Because maybe he’s getting tired of slaving away at a shop in town not known for their broad views.”

Eddie thought about that for moment. He looked up at Jeff, eyes tearing up a little. “Yeah.” He let out a shuddering breath. “Yeah, okay.”

~

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[pittsick]

scenemo! patrick fucking scenemo! reader at a ptv concert in the bathroom cause he’s just so hyped up😈

summary: what happens when patrick, your boyfriend, gets a bit too hyped up during a pierce the veil concert? too much sweat, too much heat and the both of you ends up in the grimy venue bathroom for a quickie? teasing turns into mirror sex. it's messy, mean, and drenched in eyeliner and spit.

pairing: scenemo!patrick x scenemo!afab girlfriend.

cw: +18. mdni. 1.2k words. semi-public sex. unprotected piv. fingering. mirror sex. degrading and name calling. dumbification. dacryphilia. drooling. messy makeout. impact play (thighs and cunt slapping). humiliation. implied choking. dubiously clean setting.

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The air inside the venue is hot and choking. The bass is vibrating through the soles of your creepers, and the pit's sweat clings to your fishnets like glue. Bodies crash into each other like waves, but none of it feels real. Not when Patrick’s hand is pressed tight to your lower back, guiding you through the chaos like he owns you. (It feels like he does).

He’s wild tonight. His hair’s freshly dyed black with streaks of blood red, sticking to his damp forehead, and his eyeliner’s already smeared from sweat, cheeks red from how hard he was screaming lyrics during Bulls in the Bronx.

His shirt’s a shredded Pierce the Veil tank, barely hanging off one shoulder, and cropped, showing the bat tattoos across his pelvis and the sweat glistening on his chest. You’d only meant to find him near the barricade—but the second your eyes met, you knew he was not going to behave tonight.

He pulls you close in the shadows of the venue bathroom hallway, the door marked Staff Only swinging open without hesitation. “Get the fuck in,” he mutters, voice rough and low from yelling over the music. He’s not smiling, but his eyes—lined and blown wide—are drinking you in like you’re something worth worshipping and destroying.

The lock clicks behind you, and your back hits the sink.

“Couldn’t fuckin’ take it anymore,” he growls, body already crowding yours. “You, pressed up against me in the pit—lookin’ like you wanted me to ruin you right there.”

Your fingers curl into the faded fabric of his shirt, and he kisses you like he’s mad—like this has been building all night. It’s messy. Sloppy. Tongues clashing, teeth clacking, his lip ring dragging across yours. You can taste energy drink and smoke and Patrick, sharp and hot and fucking addictive.

His hand slides up under your skirt—black mesh layered over red plaid—and he groans when he feels the heat of you. “Already wet?” he mocks, licking a stripe up your neck, biting down just hard enough to make your knees buckle. “You such a little concert slut, baby. Got off just from me singin’ next to you?”

You whimper, but that only makes him grin. “Aw. Don’t go dumb on me yet.”

Patrick spins you around to face the mirror. His body’s heat stays pressed to your back, and his hand snakes around to cup you between the thighs. You meet his eyes in the cracked glass—his eyeliner running, his pupils wide, and his smile mean.

“You see that?” he murmurs into your ear. “That’s what I do to you. Look how fuckin’ ruined you already are, and I haven’t done anything yet.”

His fingers tug your panties to the side—black lace soaked through—and then he’s sliding one finger in without any type of warning, slow and deep, until your hips jerk forward from the sudden pressure.

“Shit—Patrick…”

“Nuh uh. No talking. Just watch.” He curls the finger, and your mouth drops open as your thighs shake from being on your feet during this. “There we go. You’re already fallin’ apart. I should’ve done this hours ago.” As if he thought about doing this in the pit, while everyone was screaming and having fun.

You try to grind back against his hand, chasing more friction, but he pulls back with a tut.

“Desperate little girl. What, you think I’m gonna let you get off that easy?” You feel yourself clenching at his words, like degradation makes you all wet and he knows it.

He slide two fingers this time—slipping in slick and smooth—and his palm grinds against your clit as he starts pumping, slow and controlled. Every wet sound is amplified in the tiled room, and you can’t even pretend not to be enjoying it. Drool drips from your lip, and Patrick lets out a breathless laugh.

“God, you’re such a fuckin’ mess,” he whispers, mouthing at your neck. “Look at yourself. Whimperin’ in the mirror like a dumb little toy. You’re gonna cry, aren’t you?”

You nod—pathetic and eager—and your mascara’s already smudging from the heat and the tears gathering in your lashes. A whimper escape past your lips and Patrick smirks, like he knows what that means. Like he knows how much you fucking love this.

“I knew it,” he growls. “You love being used, don’t you? Love gettin’ fucked up against a goddamn sink while a thousand people are outside.”

He curls his fingers again, hitting that spongy spot with each thrusts of his fingers, and your legs nearly give out at the feeling. He catches you by the hips, holding you up easily, his hard cock grinding against your ass through his skinny jeans.

Then he pulls away. You whine at the loss, but he’s already undoing his belt—quick, clumsy, desperate—and shoving his jeans just far enough down to free himself. His cock is hard and you wonder how long it had been before he had enough and dragged you here. It’s leaking pre-cum, red at the tip and so appetizing.

He strokes once, twice, eyes fixed on your reflection. It’s depraved, disgusting.

“You want it raw, don’t you?” he pants. “Want to feel me fill you up with everything I have, uh?”

A strangled noise get pass your lips and you nod your head at him—his eyes wide as he watches you in the reflection of the mirror. “Please, Patrick, I need you.”

That gets him. His jaw clenches, and he slams into you with a filthy growl, burying himself to the hilt in one long, slick thrust. You cry out, head snapping forward against the mirror, but he grabs your chin and forces you to look. To see how filthy you are for being fucked here; in this grimy bathroom, with so many people outside.

“No hiding,” he spits. “Watch yourself while I fuck you like the filthy girl you are.”

He sets a rhythm—fast and punishing, hips slapping against your ass with every stroke—and the sound echoes around the tiny bathroom like music. His nails dig into your thighs, and he starts slapping them, rough and rhythmic, until your moans turn to sobs.

“That’s it. Cry for me, baby.”

The mirror fogs with your breath, with sweat, with heat. Your mascara runs in twin tracks down your cheeks, tears falling freely now, and he loves it. You can feel how hard he gets just from seeing you break, his cock twitching inside you, brushing against your walls with every thrusts of his hips.

“Can’t even think, can you?” he coos, voice cruel and amused. “Just stuffed full of cock and droolin’. You’re pathetic.” His voice echo in your ears, and you feel humiliated but God, how good it feels.

You babble something incoherent, and that makes him laugh again—low and dark.

“God, I love you like this.”

His hand sneaks back between your thighs, rubbing your clit in tight circles before his hand slaps onto your bud of nerves. Not once, not twice but thrice—slaps harsh enough to make you whine and moan. You arch into him, legs shaking, but he holds you in place with a hand on the back of your neck. The other keeps rubbing, fast and merciless.

“Gonna cum?” he taunts. “Gonna make a mess all over my cock?”

You nod, sobbing, thighs quivering.

“Then cum. Be good for me.”

Your orgasm hits hard as soon as the words escape his mouth—white hot and dizzying—and you scream against the mirror, hips jerking back into his as he rides you through it. His fingers don’t stop. Neither does his cock. He keeps thrusting, keeps mocking you, keeps slapping your pussy and thighs until you’re cumming again—too fast, too much, too overstimulated.

You’re gasping, crying, drooling down your chin as he fucks you straight through it, your head hitting the mirror gently with each movement.

“I’m gonna fill you up,” he growls, voice cracking now. “So fuckin’ deep you’ll feel me for days. You want that? Want me to cum in you, no condom, like a filthy little whore?” Once again, the humiliation makes you clench around his cock and you hear a hiss coming from his mouth. You squeeze him so good.

“Yes—please—Patrick—”

He slams in deep, one final thrust, and groans against your shoulder as he cums, cock twitching inside you, hips jerking in uneven spurts. You can feel his semen filling you, mixing with your own release, close to dripping down your thighs.

For a moment, all you can hear is your breath and the distant throb of music outside. The sink is cold against your lower stomach. Your thighs are trembling, almost giving up under your weight. Patrick is still buried inside you, panting against your neck, arms tight around your waist.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, a rare softness creeping into his voice. “You really are perfect, aren’t you?”

You hum, too dazed to speak.

He pulls out gently, letting you sag against the sink, and catches a glimpse of the mirror—your tear-streaked face, your ruined makeup, your dazed little smile. He leans forward and kisses your shoulder, still breathless. One of his hands lifts up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, before he press a kiss to your jaw.

“You okay?”

You nod slowly, and he chuckles, kissing your cheek this time.

“Cool. Wanna get back to the concert? They are playing King For A Day now. It’s your favorite song.”

[runninriot]

Feel (I Know What You Need)

written for @steddiesmuttyseptember

week 1 prompts: Service Dom, Pillow Princess | rated: E | wc: 4.454 | tags: Pillow Princess Steve Harrington, Service Dom/Top Eddie Munson, Pre Steddie, Hook-Up, Flirting, Teasing, Sex and Feelings, implied Strangers to Lovers | complete fic on ao3

Eddie should’ve stayed at home, shouldn’t have let Chrissy drag him out of the house to go clubbing because look where that got him.

He’s standing alone at the bar, an overprized drink in his hand, watching his best friend having the time of her life after she abandoned him for the cute girl she’s currently kissing in the middle of the dance floor.

And, oh no, don’t get him wrong! He’s not mad at her for leaving him behind to have some fun with a stranger; he’s happy for her. Chrissy deserves to be swept off her feet, to be kissed by a girl that seemed to be genuinely interested in her, maybe not just for tonight.

Because while Eddie has been aware of his sexuality since he was 15 and lucky enough to stick his tongue down both, a girl and a boy's throat in one night for the first time – Chrissy is only now experiencing the benefits of broadening her... hunting grounds.

That’s good for her. Especially after her break-up with that douche Jason – Eddie couldn’t stand him, always knew it would end up in a mess one way or another. He’s glad that guy’s out of the picture.

So, yeah. He fully supports her little make-out session. And he really doesn’t need her to entertain him. He’s good on his own. Knows it’d be easy to find someone else to occupy his time with.

But the thing is-

He's been trying not to do that anymore, to stop picking up random strangers in random places.

Having casual hook-ups is nice and all, but it always feels like something is missing. Like he can’t live up to his full potential because what he craves demands a little more trust, more communication, more ‘getting-to-know-someone’ and that’s just not how one-night stands work.

So, he’s been trying to be good, to hold back and not jump at the next best person that offers him an inviting smile. But then again- Eddie’s a weak man.

He catches himself too late, can’t help but let his eyes roam across the room, scanning the party crowd for potential takers. It's like a sugar rush, addictive in a way, fuel for his ego - and see, the thing is, Eddie's good at flirting, good at reading people to know what they're after.

Like pretty boy over there, for example. Doing his slutty dance moves; fingers seductively gliding across his mesh-covered upper body, touching his face, stroking through his own hair – confident, horny. He’s good-looking and he knows it, knows he’s got eyes on him, not just Eddie’s.

Eddie can practically hear the girls to the guy’s right gush about him when he sees them giggle and blush while daring to turn their heads every now and then. And there, watching him closely from the left corner, licking his lips like a greedy snake when the guy on the dance floor sways his hips to the beat, is a dude that probably thinks he’s hot shit with his gold chain around the neck and too much gel in his hair.

But neither of them have a chance, because it’s Eddie, who catches his attention when he opens his eyes and stares right at him before making his way over to the bar that’s conveniently also where Eddie is.

This is almost too easy, really.

Eddie can read him like an open book; the yearning in his eyes is visible from miles away and his body language is speaking volumes. Eddie knows exactly what that guy wants and this could be his lucky night because-

Eddie's suddenly feeling generous.

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“Never seen you here before,” pretty boy says as he leans over the counter, waiting to get the bartender’s attention.

Eddie doesn’t hide the way he’s checking him out head to toe, eyes lingering where the guy’s bent over the edge of the counter with his juicy behind on display, hugged by a tight pair of shorts that’s sitting dangerously low on his hips, revealing a sliver of bronze tinted skin dotted with moles.

Everything about pretty boy’s outfit screams ‘easy to get’ but he can see in in his eyes that it’s all part of an act.

That guy is anything but easy. He’s the type of person that wants to be conquered – you either prove you’re worth his attention or he won’t grace you with more than a derogatory look.

Eddie is so up for the challenge.

   “First time,” he answers curtly, hiding a smile in his glass when he finishes his drink. “Not my usual crowd.”

He’s feigning disinterest while already undressing the guy in his mind, throwing away any half-hearted intention to stay alone tonight.

The guy’s too pretty to be left unsupervised. Someone needs to keep an eye on him, make sure he’ll get home okay.

There are too many creeps just waiting for a delicate little thing to cross their paths, ready to sink their dirty fingers into places they do not deserve to stain with their greedy hands. They’d only cut themselves on his sharp edges anyway.

Eddie, on the other hand, knows how to take care of a beautiful rose with thorns, wouldn’t mind a few scratch marks as a reward for his efforts.

Without looking away from him, Eddie lifts two fingers – the petite brunette behind the bar has been eyeing him up all evening, he knows she’ll see him.

Sure enough, not a minute later, two drinks are placed in front of pretty boy whose eyes widen when Eddie grabs one of the glasses and silently offers him the second with a nod.

   “Impressive,” the guy snickers while rolling his eyes, trying not to give away how much it bothers him that Eddie managed to get him served that easy. “I’m Steve.”

He doesn’t offer his hand but instead, straightens his posture and turns to fully look at Eddie, giving him an obvious once over.

   “Eddie.”

   “So, what brings you here? You said this isn’t your usual crowd.”

Eddie’s eyes flick over to where Chrissy is dancing arm in arm with her girl and he smiles to himself when he turns his focus back to Steve.

   “Guess I just wanted to try something different.”

   “And? Was it worth it?”

Steve holds his gaze and Eddie could probably get lost in the other guy’s hazel eyes. But he’s a man with a plan and he’s getting tired of their pointless conversation.

Time to cut the chase.

   “Music sucks,” he says, leaning just a little bit closer, “but I sure had a fun time watching the dance floor.”

He doesn’t miss the bob of Steve’s Adam’s apple when he swallows roughly, imagines what it would feel like to follow the movement with his tongue.

   “Yeah? Saw something you liked?”

Steve inches closer almost as if he doesn’t realise it, eyes still transfixed on Eddie.

   “Still do.”

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[ladythylia]

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[compressingsins]

Jjk Men x chubby reader honeymoon Pt. 1

ft. Sukuna , Gojo , Nanami , Toji , and Naoya

Minors, do not read this, it’s nothing but smut. Pretty much jjk men and how their wife celebrates their wedding during their honeymoon.

Please do not copy or rewrite my works without my permission. 🫥

Sukuna - Your husband Ryomen Sukuna never seemed like the romantic type, which he wasn't. But for you, he didn't mind bringing you to this waterfall picnic, in a secluded oasis in the woodlands that was owned by a rich family. You were sitting underneath the waterfall, just taking in the gorgeous view of it, holding a glass of wine in your left hand. The view was gorgeous, a swimming hole was being filled by the waterfall, the was filled with coy fish.

Sukuna was setting up the picnic table that was big enough for the two of you, and you still couldn't believe how romantic this was. Sukuna even dressed up for you, which was also such a rare thing for him to do. You enjoyed this, though, smiling due to him finishing setting up the table, now sitting across from you. He wasn't expressing it, but you knew he was enjoying this just as much as you were.

"Thank you so much for doing this, baby. It really means a lot to me, especially after the week we've had." You two just got married a week ago, and now this celebration was going to also last a week long. You've been waiting for this moment your entire relationship with your now husband, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't waiting for the same thing. "It's really gorgeous out here, especially the coy fish, birds, oasis, and waterfall—oh my god!"

He loved seeing you this happy, so he couldn't help himself as he reached over the table to grab your hand with your wedding band on it. That of course got your attention, romantic Sukuna, was one of the best versions he's ever displayed to you. You loved him no matter what, but this was amazing. "I never thought I'd be telling anyone that I loved them. Not on the extent to which I am loving you, ____. This day is all about us, nothing or no one will ruin it."

Your heart throbbed so much for your husband, especially after he leaned over the table to kiss your plump lips, your left hand placing the glass of wine down so you could interlace your fingers together. The kiss was full on tongue boxing, your lips meshing together as the wetness from your saliva's joining and coating the thickness of your lips. Sure enough, Sukuna needed way more of you.

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You found yourself bent over the picnic table, thick fingers tangled in the locks of your hair as another huge hand smacked red prints into your plump ass. "Look at your ass jiggling on my cock, ____. Fuck, you've always been so beautiful." His free hand went to your thick hips to harshly pull you against his abdomen, his cock always splitting you in two. "You don't know how majestic you fucking look right now."

You couldn't register his words, especially with the way his cock so delicious slide throughout the spongy soft and sensitive interior and your pussy. All you could hear was his deep groans and the wetness of your pussy when his dick pierced precisely against that tingly spot inside of you. Sukuna loved how your body reacted to him, especially when your body released fluids that only he could ever make your body release.

"Fuck, look at you creaming on my cock. The wine was supposed to get you drunk and groggy, but apparently my dick is even better, huh?" You were definitely drunk on his dick, but not from the wine, literally from how addicting his cock fucked your pulsing and dripping pussy just right. "You're fucking cumming for me already, ____? Come here." He chuckled, yanking you up to stand on your feet and against his chest, one arm wrapped in between your breasts, the other reaching around to place thick finger's against your throbbing clit.

This only drove him to fuck your harder, "I'm gonna cum inside this time, ____. It's our honeymoon, why not make it even more special?" Your body trembling against his only egged him to go faster and deeper, he knew you wanted the same thing. "Just a little more baby, come on. Fucking cum with me!" His rumbling voice was all it took to get you there, along with himself, his other arm securing a spot back around you so he could hold you tightly as you both released harshly against one another.

Him not pulling out was the best feeling in the world, his lips landing against the back of your neck, sinking his teeth in only to slightly pierce the flesh. Sukuna let you rest against the table, but he didn't pull out. Instead, he placed both hands on the sides of your body, leaning over the table to whisper to you, "Come on ____, you always take my dick so well. You're definitely insane, if you think we're done."

Toji - Laying in a cozy log cabin, you were currently enjoying a tv show. The smell of food engulfed your nostrils, the holes flaring up from how delightfully pleasant the smell was.  Your now husband, Toji Fushiguro, was putting his cooking skills to the test for you in the kitchen of the log cabin he rented for three whole days, for the both of you to enjoy.

Knowing that Toji was married before, you didn't think that he would've popped the big question on you so suddenly one day, but you did not regret it. Him getting down on one knee and saying those four magic words, "Will you marry me?" Is always the reoccurring memory in your head. You didn't think Toji loved you that much, up until that day where he finally asked you to marry him, the most special day of your life.

"I see you're still in a good mood, ____." A deep voice spoke from the doorway of your shared room, and of course it was your husband Toji. Standing with his arms crossed over his chest, shirtless with only pajama bottoms on, he smiled handsomely at you like he always do. It was his one way of teasing you, because he knew you loved every small thing about him. Walking up to the bed you were laying upon, Toji settled himself on top of you and in between your plus thighs, his arms wrapped around your waist as he stared up lovingly at your face.

Placing your hand on his head, you smiled at Toji and said, "This is the best moment of my life, Toji. I'm glad that we were able to spend this time together." You slowly stroked Toji's black locks, staring down at his handsome before bringing your other hand to his face, slowly tracing the scar permanently imbedded on the corner of his mouth. "Besides, the food that you're cooking smells really good too. I'm taking it as the food is done?" You asked.

With a groan and shrug Toji replied with, "Hm, well yeah. But you know what tastes as good as it smells?" Your husband asked with a sly smirk, and you already knew exactly what he was mentioning, especially when his arms tightened around you. "We been here ever since 8 o'clock this morning, and now it's what-" He asked and looked to the night stand with the clock on it displayed 8:41 at night. "8 p.m. How about we enjoy a special treat, then eat together?"

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"I love how you shake, when you're taking my cock, baby. Look at how sexy you are—fuck!" A deep grumble erupted from Toji as he slowly but surely drilled his thick girth against your velvety walls. Your body always reacted in such a over dramatic way, every drag and pull of his cock against your walls sending a tingling sensation throughout your abdomen, as if every thrust he delivered was an orgasm in itself.

He loved putting you in missionary, so your plush body could receive stimulation in deeper areas to where you could almost instantly cum on his cock. His hand was wrapped tightly around your throat, your wind pipe struggling to get air, though you and Toji both loved it, especially since the sensation made your walls tighten impossibly harder against the thick organ that was fucking itself in and out of your deliciously fat cunt.

Toji loved this kind of love making with you, one hand around your throat, the other against the mattress you two laid upon to hold himself up and watch every part of you. His eyes trailed to watch his cock that continued sinking into your heat, his tongue sticking out from how erratic your clit looked from swelling and twitching from the way he pumped himself into you.

Your arousal coated his cock every time he pulled out, a slick white sheen decorated the black hairs at the base of his cock and made him impossibly harder. Your hand went to his wrist, getting Toji's eyes back on your face and he smiled in victory as he heard you struggling trying to speak, "Toji— fu— fuck! I— ugh— Toji!" Was all you could produce, your eyes rolling back as your walls clenched uncontrollably until he hit the back of your cunt, your pussy basically trapping him inside as it creamed harshly from the strong orgasm. "Toji—!"

Your voice reached an octave that he has never heard before, but the hard clench from your cunt instantly made him shoot thick jets of hot cum into your tight walls. His eyes sealed shut and his body twitched, though he wasn't done, his arms wrapped around you and held you close to him. "I'm glad you're a Fushiguro now, baby." Toji continued to slowly fuck into you, hearing squeals from you everytime he thrusted into you. "It's our honeymoon baby, we gotta keep this up."

Naoya - You didn't know how to describe this feeling. Absolutely terrifying, shocking, downright frightening, you didn't know. Your husband Naoya Zenin thought that facing your fears would be an appropriate experience on one of the most important day of your entire life. You were so many feet in the air, on a private jet that Naoya purchased just for you two. You enjoyed the time you two were sharing, but this jet experience turned your stomach.

He was comforting you every second though, and you didn't know that private jets had dedicated 'bedrooms' with classic King-size beds for total rest and relaxation on board and master suites. That part was very nice to know, but you still found discomfort in it. You both layed together in bed, the night being young and beautiful as he continued trying to get you to look outside the window that was above your bed.

You, however, were just clinging tightly to his shirtless chest, his arms wrapped securely around you to try and get you to calm down but it just wasn't working. "Honey, why are you so afraid? Just look at how beautiful the city looks from here, it's almost, just almost as beautiful as you are." But you weren't going for that, this was the scariest thing you've ever had to do in your life, and doing it on your honeymoon just wasn't making it better.

"Baby, come on, please?" He sighed out as you snuggled up tighter to his muscular chest, not letting him go for a second. "Look, if anything happens while we're on this jet, you know that I could save us both. No matter how high we are, you and I both will be fine, I promise." Naoya assured, his large hands rubbing soothing circles on your back. "You have nothing to fear in the presence of me, ____, and you know this. I want to enjoy this, but with you."

He sounded so sad that you couldn't help but look up at him. "But Naoya, it's just so scary." You confessed once again.

Thinking to himself, Naoya sat himself up with you following. "Listen baby. You hear that?" He asked as a brow of yours raised in question. "Does it sound like our jet is going to malfunction any second?" You could hear nothing, but the sound of the jet blades spinning on the outside. "Now look—look at that." Naoya smiled, taking your hand and slowly lifting you both up to look out the window above your bed. He settled himself behind you, his arms around your waist, and his head on your shoulder. Your breathing and body instantly calmed, "Look at how beautiful the city is from above, baby. Almost as beautiful as you." He softly spoke, his hands wandering your body as his lips planted a gentle kiss against your temple.

Nsfw —

With one big hand on the back of your head, and the other wrapped tightly around your throat, your body was puzzled together with your husbands. The slow upward thrust of his cock battered precisely against your delicate spots that had your mind racing like a track full of horses. His grip on your throat was tight, his hand holding your head still as you were forced to look at the city that he found so beautiful and adored so much.

"You're enjoying this now, aren't you ___? City looks really beautiful, right?" He was so cocky, knowing that when he made love to you, it would always be the best that you've ever had and he took pride in that. So he felt as if he could talk to you in whatever way he wanted. "What if I got you pregnant, up here right now baby? That would make the night even more beautiful."

The way your walls clenched on him only egged him on more, "Shit—you want that, don't you? I wasn't planning on pulling out, anyway." He whispered against your ear, his hot breath causing your pussy to leak around his cock, so much so trying to flood him out of your gushing hole. Biting his lip with a deep grunt, Naoya pulled you off the window and against his chest completely, "You really want me to get you pregnant, huh, ____?"

He wrapped his strong muscular arms around your body, his left hand gripping your chin and turning your head so that he could capture your lips in a heated kiss, his eyes sealed shut just as yours were to embrace the impact of this intimate moment. His balls slapped softly and gently against your clit, your juices soaking him in a delicious sheen of your juices. "I love you so much, ____." He desperately pleaded, letting his hips roll into yours in the most intimate way that had you pretty much drooling.

"Come on baby." He smiled against the side of your face, his hands sliding down your body and going to your thighs to harshly pull you against his hips and help you piston his cock faster and harder inside you. "I feel your little pussy clenching on me so tightly." With a deep moan, Naoya placed fingers against your clit to harshly draw deep circles on your wet nub. "Cum on my cock so I can get you fucking pregnant."

Nanami - Being in a five star classy hotel was the best way you could've thought of spending your honeymoon with your newlywed husband, Kento Nanami. The two of you were cuddling on the bed you shared, laughter filled the room as you watched a movie that was categorized as comedy. Everything at this moment was perfect, your husband holding your hand with your wedding band, occasionally playing with the rock inside it.

This moment was so special for you two, all this effort you two put into loving one another finally turning into a successful accomplishment. Not that anything else wasn't an accomplishment, but this was the best feeling either of you could've asked for. Nanami was in heaven, which is why he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, before placing a kiss to the side of your forehead.

"I love you so much, ____." Nanami confessed, even though he reminded you of this every single day, and every single chance he got to say this. Even with those three words and you hearing them occasionally, you adored them every single time, because he knew that you loved the reassurance. And that he loved you with every fiber in his body, he couldn't keep his emotions to himself now that you're both married and together forever.

"You don't understand how much I love you more, Kento. More than you ever could imagine." You whispered back, your soft words sending a jolt of lightening to his heart. He couldn't help how much he loved you, you were literally the best woman a man could ever ask for. His main life goal was to literally grow old with you, going through life together no matter how hard it is.

His hands wrapped around your hips, pulling you on top of him to straddle his muscular thighs. You could feel him, and judging by that look on his face, you could tell he wanted to completely forget this movie and just ravage you. But you loved how he asked when engaging these kind of moments. "Can we—indulge in each other a little more than this, ____? Only if you want to."

Nsfw —

Slowly but surely, you rode Nanami's cock so heavenly it had his eyes closed and his mouth halfway agape. Nanami had his hands stationed on your thighs, letting you ride him at your own pace, getting your own rhythm and letting you take whatever your body desired. All he could do was moan your name, the deep rumbles of his chest making your walls suction strongly on his cock.

Given his size, Nanami never minded being patient with you, he let you take control only when if you asked otherwise. "Kento—you feel sooo... sooo good, babe." The way your arms wrapped around his neck and hugged his torso caused your body to lift up on him more, shifting your hips in an angle that made his cock curve and deliciously slide across the silky surface of your tight walls. He loved moments like this, only with you.

"I love you, baby." His voice choked out. Your body was so beautiful, he loved how it felt when you pushed yourself all the way down on his thick cock. The way your body jiggled added more sensation to his body, the dopamine boost to his brain boiling sweat across his body, his thick organ leaking pre-cum and adding a tingly sweet feeling to his abdomen. He could feel himself about to burst, "____, I'm about to—"

"Please Kento—just—cum inside please, I'm cumming." Your voice broke in a way that had Nanami's sack tightening in a way its never done before. He wrapped his arms around you, grounding you against his cock to thrust up into you, assisting your body to rush the delicious taste that you both could feel on the tip of your tongue's. Your orgasms were right there, the feeling approaching faster than it ever had before. "Baby—!" You practically screamed out.

Nanami couldn't help himself, holding you against him as he lifted you with one arm and pushed you onto your back, keeping up the momentum and continuing the onslaught of his thick cock inside your sopping wet pussy. He concealed you and his moans with his delicate lips, letting his dick stir your insides in the way that instantly made you clamp down on him, your pussy making his body stutter and splatter a thick load of cum inside of you, painting your insides white like a beautiful canvas. He kept his hips moving, however, the overstimulation making your eyes water and your hands shoot up to push at his chest. "We have to keep going baby, I need you to know I love you so much."

Gojo - It was the second day of your honeymoon with your husband, Satoru Gojo, and here you were trying your hardest to get comfortable in the heat of this spa bath. How your husband was able to rent the entire spa place to yourselves for a day, you had not even the slightest clue. You were currently sitting in the water, trying your hardest to accommodate to the hot sensation of the water, but it just wasn't working.

Trying to imagine the water being cold, that didn't work, trying to imagine yourself at home in your bath tub where the temperature was just right, and bubbles popped around your body but nothing worked. Gojo told you that he just wanted to have a relaxing day with you but if you're being honest, you've never been to a spa a single day in your life. So this is all new to you, you didn't know how people could get comfortable in the heat of this water.

You were standing halfway out of the water, only half of your body in the water with your hands covering your chest. It was just so hard to get comfortable to the point where you could sit back and relax, but apparently your husband loved spas. And hearing the deep chuckle from behind you, you could also tell that he was enjoying the view of your body sticking out of the water.

"I must say, your ass looks good as hell from this angle, baby. Mind if I join you?" You didn't even have to say anything because he was already dropping his towel and for you, he always removed his blindfold, placing them both to the side. Stepping into the water without a second of hesitation, your husband sat on the edge of the water, his arms propped up on the edge as his legs spread open wide, a spot that was only reserved for you. "Come here, babe."

"Babe, how the hell am I supposed to get comfortable in this water? I mean, it's not like my bath at home."

Without hesitation, your husband grabbed you and pulled you into his lap, his arms secured tightly underneath your breast, his head on your shoulder with a small smile. "You'll get used to it, ____, I promise it's not too bad depending on how long you stay in. And if you want—" Your husband chuckled, "I know a sure fire way to make you more comfortable."

Nsfw —

Water splashed alongside the spa bath, Gojo holding your legs against his chest with one hand and his other hand having a tight grip around your throat. He loved the way your throat bobbed up and down desperately trying to get air from how tight his hood was around your neck. He let his cock slowly sink deeply into your heat, though, the impact of his hips caused your body to move harshly back and forth against the spa edge.

He looked so angelic fucking into you, his crystal blue eyes piercing daggers into your face. He loved staring at your face, watching how your facial expressions morphed into different one's with each thrust he shook through your body. "I'm so glad I rented this place just for the two of us—fuck, you look so good." His hold on your throat tightened, the rosey tint that appeared on his being one of the signs that your pussy was gripping him just right.

You loved hearing your husband moan from the tightness of your walls, and it was pretty hard to tell your soaking juices from the actual water. "Your pussy is warmer than this water babe, fuck—you don't know how much I love you." With your legs still on his shoulders, Gojo decided to fold you completely in half with his body weight, his long cock thrusting languidly into your wet walls, his hands holding your wrists flat against the surface of the spa. "You know babe, I don't think you've ever been tighter for me."

Your head lolled back against the edge of the spa bath, Gojo taking the initiative to suckle deeply onto your throat. "Satoru—everything feels so... fuck—! I love you!" That only edged him on to continue his administration's on your pussy, the slow methodical thrusting of his hips touching every sensitive spot inside your velvet walls. "Please do it this time, babe!" And that stopped him, the white haired male sitting up to look upon your face. Trying to see if you were serious or not.

"Are you serious, babe? You want it now?" Your desperate whining moan was all he needed to reel his hips back and continue his onslaught, his mouth engulfing yours to swivel his tongue around with yours. If you thought this was the right time for it, then Gojo definitely didn't mind trying. He's never done this before, but he was ready to see how it felt. "If you think now is the right time to get you pregnant, let's put a baby in you."

This work was originally written by @compressingsins , if you see anything similar, please report it to me. 🫶🏾

[rottenpumpkin13]

So for the Easter party gathering among the Shinra employees. Who among SOLDIER and the Turks shows up in a full body bunny costume, wearing fancy clothes with rabbit ears and tail, and who comes wearing a playboy bunny outfit completely mishearing the rules?

*At the Easter party, Genesis hands Sephiroth an intricately wrapped chocolate egg*

Genesis: Happy Easter.

Sephiroth: What is this?

Genesis: It's a chocolate egg, Sephiroth. It's tradition. The Easter Bunny delivers them to children to celebrate the rebirth of spring, fertility, joy, innocence—

Sephiroth: So a mysterious, anthropomorphic mammal infiltrates residential property to distribute confectionery to minors, and we celebrate this?

Genesis:

*Enter Angeal, radiating joy and positivity*

Angeal: Hey guys, great news. I asked Zack to be this year's Easter Bunny and hand out the eggs. Thought it'd lift morale a bit!

*Zack rounds the corner in full bunny lingerie: black fishnet stockings, glittered heels, fluffy tail, corset hugging for dear life, lacy gloves, bunny ears*

Zack: Happy Easter!

Angeal: THAT'S NOT THE EASTER BUNNY. WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES??

Zack: What? But I am the Easter Bunny! Just like your email said. "Bunny suit, bring chocolate, spread cheer!" I nailed it! I even brought a basket!

*Angeal starts sobbing*

Genesis: Angeal, calm down. I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation as to why Zack's ass is out amidst government officials. Is that, perhaps, the only bunny costume the shop had? The only one you could procure on time?

Zack: Nah I just thought it looked cool.

*Angeal sobs harder*

*Reno appears in a full mascot-style Easter Bunny costume—giant fluffy feet, plush paws, matted synthetic fur—and a cigarette dangling out the mesh mouth*

Zack: !

Reno: Yo who wants an egg?

Sephiroth: And now the Easter Bunny is encouraging nicotine addiction and lung cancer. Excellent.

[eddiesxangel]

Driver Roll Up The Partition, Please | Rockstar!Eddie x Reader

Anonymous asked: rockstar!Eddie fingering you in a cab or a limo or something like that… Oh my god.

Cw: rockstar!eddie x f!reader, fingering, oral (f receiving)

“Eddie, please… the driver” you moaned. Eddie couldn’t keep your hands off of you the second you sat in the limo.

“Driver the partition!” Eddie barked not caring how crass he sounded. He would apologize with a fat tip at the end of the night to make up for it.

Thank god, for the partition because the way Eddie’s hands were roaming your body wasn’t exactly rated PG.

You had been unintentionally teasing Eddie the entire time you were getting ready. You had been frantically walking around in your undergarments until the very last minute. Forty five minutes…that’s how long he gave you to get ready before heading to the club, but that didn’t stop the fact that Eddie was sitting there ready to go within fifteen minutes. Giving him a glorious half hour to eye your body like you were a piece of meat. Thinking of all the places he can grab and graze your soft supple flesh.

Now, here you were, bending in front of him to get inside the limo. Your short body con dress was hugging all of your curves. Your ass hardly covered as you sat. Eddie having the knowledge of what was underneath that dress wasn’t helping his boner go away either.

“Baby” your breath hitches and his hand grazed up your body to your breast while his lips here on your neck, nipping and licking at you like he was to devour you.

“You think I can sit by watching you get ready not to just get you unready as fast as possible? Such’a tease, Peaches.”

Your core was set ablaze as the nickname he uses for you in only intimate moments such as this leaves his lips.

“Eddie we don’t have time.”

“Shhhhh we have plenty of time.” You know Parisian traffic is awful but having sex in the limo? It was so scandalous.

“Oh-okay,” you nodded your head frantically in agreement. The way his hands were trailing lower from the grip on your breast down to your soft waist. He hiked you up so you were straddling him. Your dress hiked up, exposing your ass. The black lacy thong didn’t provide much coverage. Thank go for partitions.

Eddie guided your hips back and fourth across his hard crotch, forcing you to feel how hard he was for you. You let out another moan of pleasure as your clit grazed against his leather pants.

The driver caught a pot hole and you and Eddie bounced only aiding in both of your pleasure. You both let out breathy moans as the bumpy cobble streets made the vehicle bump up and down. Vibrations ran through your body as Eddie’s tongue explored your skin, while his hands gripped your ass so hard you’re sure there will be finger print shaped bruises tomorrow morning, only making you more feral for him. You loved when he marked you. Claimed you as his own, but only in places no one else could see.

“No hickeys baby, the paps will eat that up when we get out” your voice was breathy.

“Can’t help myself Peaches, you’re addictive.” He only sucked harder on your neck. “Mmmm you smell so good, I could devour you”

Your hands ran up his exposed chest, catching his nipple ring. He left his his mesh button up undone just under his chest. Detaching your self from Eddie’s mouth as you looked down at him.

“Than why don’t you, Mr. Rockstar?”

Eddie kissed you so hard your breath gets left behind. You find it again when he flips you off him replacing your body where his once was. The leather of his pants squeaks against the leather of the seats as you watch as Eddie gets up to crouch in front of you on the floor. He then parts your legs so you’re spread out for him.

“Please” you sighed as his ring clad fingers grazed your inner thighs, creeping closer and closer agonizingly slow.

He was soaking in the moment, watching as the street lights catching the glitter on your face with every passing car. He watches your eyes look down at him, glazed with lust.

“Please” you sigh again, your nails running through his scalp, only making Eddie groan in return.

Eddie listened to your plea. He hooked a finger under the gusset of your panties moving them to the side, exposing your wet lower lips. The pad of his index finger grazed down your slit collecting your slick before pushing it up inside.

“Oh Eddie!”

“Yes Peaches?” He smirks up at you. You grip his hair tighter as his fingers brush on your inner walls.

“Oh right there!”

“Shhhh or else you’re going to give the driver a show” Eddie smirked before dipping his head down to your clit.

“Eddie!!” Obviously your need for not having the driver here was out the window.

“That’s it Peaches, scream my name” he only let go of your clit for a moment and he was back on your wet lips. His mouth was like magic it made you arch your back into him. His hand that wasn’t working your pussy was gripping your hip pushing your body further into him.

He grazes your velvety walls as his mouth devours your pussy. Eddie continuously pumps his fingers in and out, making your eyes roll back into your head. You feel Eddie moan into your pussy. The vibrations from his mouth on your clit send you over the edge, your walls clench around his fingers, and the rush in your pussy consumes your body as all your muscles tense.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck” your body levitates or at least it feels that way.

You look down at Eddie and he is grinning from ear to ear, chin glistening from your cum.

The car suddenly comes to a stop and you scramble to fix your outfit.

“Nous sommes arrivés” the muffled sounds from the driver comes through the partition.

“But we didn’t get to you” you look down at Eddie’s tented pants.

“It’s okay baby. We have a private table, in the back” he winks before helping you out and pulls you inside of the club.

[scoobysnakz]

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i know this doesn’t hit as hard as the first part. i genuinely wanted this to be a one shot so i had no ideas on how to continue this. there’s like no plot so i sincerely apologise if this is complete shit 😭

Miguel basks in the warmth that is you, plush thighs trembling and innocent eyes watery. Every soft whimper, every delicate mewl of his name sends a heat that's almost comforting down his spine and drips into his core like a sickly sweet mixture of syrup and addiction.

You look so pretty like this, he might just keep you here, his princessa, a beautiful girl who deserves to be kissed and held by a man who can look after her.

He doesn't know how long he's had you like this, core aching with your nth climax and cunt clenching for more, but he loves it.

He's still teasing you, one finger curling up so that it can hit that spongey part that makes your eyes roll. It doesn't matter how many times you try to take control, hint at how badly you crave his cock, which you just know is huge, he insists on only fingering you. With one finger.

“So fucking tight,” he praises as you cum for what must be the millionth time, “can't ruin your perfect pussy with my cock. Lemme spoil you, hmm?”

And you nod, try to anyway, your body weak and brain melted. You can't count how many times he's made you cum, your poor, overstimulated clit weeping tears of arousal and jaw hanging slack.

A soft thumb comes up to your chin and wipes away the sticky trail of saliva that leads down to your jaw as he tuts his disapproving sympathy.

“Migs,” you finally manage, trembling lips grazing his neck as you flop down in fatigue, “I-I can't.”

Hearing your sweet, fatigued voice so close to his ear makes his cock stiffen. But he can't do anything about it, not when you're a twitching mess that can't sit up straight.

Carefully, Miguel sits you upright, calloused hand gently stroking your lower back in soothing circles. You whine at the emptiness that replaces his finger as he pulls it out with a slick squelch.

You pant heavy, tired, needy breaths that rasp in your mouth and puff in your chest. A weak smile finds its way onto your lips and Miguel swears his heart stops.

He hasn't even fucked you yet you look at him as if he's responsible for the moon pulling the tides.

“‘S okay, niña bonita,” he whispers, voice as soft as the look in his eyes.

With any other girl, he would have kept his finger in, giving her a second one and maybe pepper half-hearted kisses on her neck. But with you, knowing he can only go so far before you start hiccuping and holding back tears is almost just as erotic, if not more.

You let your body ease, thighs spread wide for him to see your pulsing cunt scarcely concealed by the loose, fraying threads of your suit that he's torn. He can smell your juices and it's taking all of his self-restraint not to flip you over and lap up your arousal from your aching folds.

You feel safe in his arms, safe enough to let your stomach relax instead of sucking in, safe enough to yawn while staring lazily at him, safe enough to let your eyes slowly flutter shut and a warm slumber creep up on you.

He peppers gentle kisses against your jugular, nipping at your delicate skin and savouring the soft mewls that escape your sleeping lips.

You look so angelic like this. Lashes meshed together and flutter with every small twitch. Your arms draped over his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. Cunt glistening with the orgasms he pulled from you.

Then you wake up, a soft yawn escaping you as you stretch your delicate arms, blissfully unaware of the fact your panties are ripped in half and Miguel’s fingers are sticky with your arousal. You bury your head further into his neck, eyes glued shut as your brain fights off fatigue and the urge to recollect the reason why you feel so lightheaded.

A large hand smooths your spine while a second one rests on your shoulder. You’re warm and tired, a combination that is dangerous in situations such as this. “Miggy.”

That one’s new. It's more teasing, sickly sweet and wrapped in the sugar dusting that's your voice. It's not as blunt, playful and innocent as ‘Migs’, something about it is more… intimate.

He lets it sit for a moment, not answering your call and toying with the way it settles in his chest and listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. After a few seconds he gives in, “Go to sleep, princessa,” he instructs, and you obey.

Something about the way you melt into him makes him smile. His entire life has been void of physical contact but as soon as you turned up he's had nothing but small hand squeezes, warm hugs and the feeling of soft skin against his as you lean against him.

And for that, he owes you everything. He's willing to do it, buy whatever, fix whatever, kill whoever. If it makes you happy then it makes him happy.

Miguel decides he likes this, being allowed to be so protective over you. No one is here to give him looks of disapproval and jealousy as you follow him around like a lost puppy. He can just hold you, imagine a life of spoiling you and coming home to you with open arms, ready and waiting for whatever he craves from you.

He can buy you all the clothes you gasp at as you walk down the street, peering through the reflective glass windows and trying to hide how badly you want it.

He can watch you give him a mini fashion show, parading the new frocks he's bought and twirl you round and round.

He can help you with your career, you're a smart woman and he doesn't want to take that from you. You deserve everything you've worked hard for.

He can hold you just as tightly as he is now but in his, no, your bed, your shared bed. And kiss your rosy cheeks, nuzzle into your neck, walk his fingers up and down the arch of your back.

You shift in his lap and his hips involuntarily buck up, something that makes his gut twist with guilt. He's reminded that you are clinging to him, trusting him after he's turned your brain into slush. And that he should make you a new suit.

Reluctantly, he stands up, you held close to his chest and your arms hanging limp. He knows he should take you home, leave you in your bed for your asshole roommates to find you and get woken up by your alarm. But he doesn't want to.

He takes you home, to his home. Where he can look after you.

This might be kidnapping but it wasn't exactly against your will, not when you were cumming all over his hand not long ago.

You mould into his apartment so easily that it's impossible for him to remind himself that you don't actually live here with him. The subtle smell of your body wash mingles with his floor cleaner and fabric softener, so, so perfectly, as if you've been there since he's moved in.

It's all come full circle. He's dreamt of this so many times and here you are, curled up on his sofa, a blanket draped over your sleeping form and head propped up by pillows.

He runs the backs of his fingers along your arm, smiling warmly as your arm jerks at the contact. The dim light from his lamp illuminates the contours of your features. It's an almost ethereal glow that highlights your beauty, your innocence.

That guilt finds its way back into his gut. The beautifully weak position you've pulled yourself into by default is painful for him to see. Part of him feels as though he's taken advantage of you, pulled too hard at your emotions, warped your young mind with his wicked ways.

Yes, you snuggled into him before but that's because you don't view him as someone to be feared. But he is.

The sacred being that is your intricate soul chose him to follow around and regard as a role model and he's taken advantage of that. A sick, twisted part of his loves that.

That corrupt and messed up part of him wants you to worship the ground he walks on, wants you to feel like nothing without his praise, wants to be so toxicly possessive over you that it drives his morals over the edge. He wants to fuck you good and rough, pull tears from your rolling eyes and needy moans from your stuttering lips.

Before, when you sauntered in with his lunch and that incandescent smile on your face, he didn't expect it would end up like this- admitting his most perverted desires.

You fuck with his mind in ways someone your age shouldn't. You make him crave the most horrific things, drive him to an insanity he never knew existed, and create dirtied thoughts that make his skin crawl and cock harden.

Sighing, he pulls himself off of his sofa and slumps down on the floor next to it. Maybe when you wake up you'll panic, not knowing your surroundings but instantly calm down when you smell his heavy Cologne. Or maybe you'll hit the roof. Either way, he wants to be near you so he can experience each and every one of your emotions.

Careful not to wake you, he leans up and presses a soft kiss to your lips. Your scent fills his nostrils and he has to force himself off of you.

“Qué duermas bien, Princesa.”

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[yayasvalveplay]

Seeker addict back again

Me and someone else came up with a headcanon where seekers wear armor to make up the lack of it. Like they do have the natural plating but not as much as the regular cybertronian. They have more mesh to make it easier to fly. (This is the seekers are a sub species kind of headcanon btw.) the lack of more armor makes them lighter. But they kinda needed it to,protect themselves in the war.

Like places that needed armor are waist, stomach, thigh, upper forearms and their back.

Cuz I want them to get grabbed and for bots to be in a state of shock like

“What ?!!?”

Seekers…. Squishy….

Starscream would be ashamed of the mesh cuz he does not wanna be perceived as soft.

Skywarp is more careless about it than the others because the mesh looks great with his colors

Thundercracker just covers the areas of concern like stomach and arms.

And some lucky bot (any of them work as long as they’re curious enough) is tasked with researching and making files on the seeker sub species

Skyfire getting put to it. And ends up falling for each of them. Because of how much time he's spend researching.

Or alternatively. Bumblebee and Soundwave. Soundwave falling for Starscream, Bee falling for Thundercracker and Skywarp. Who each in tern fall for their respective mates.

Soundwave getting Starscream to love his mesh, kissing it when he has his mask. And of course Bee doesn't have to worry too much about thunder and warp since they are OK with their meshes.

Of course now this gets to be like a trust thing. Meshy seekers taking off protective armor is a sign of trust, so those two, or Skyfire seeing their armorless body. And just instant boner.

The seekers take this as a compliment that just a single look can get their mates spikes wanting to be release.