#my clothes make me look like. a bit of a dick XD

[weaselishmcdiesel]

OH! Just saw you’re a Tri-Stringer player, so I’m curious… what’s your build? As in, the abilities your gear has-

Cuz I played Reef-lux a lot before, but my gear was an attempt at Grian cosplay, so I’m looking to improve it ^^;;

YOUR GEAR WAS AN ATTEMPT AT GRIAN COSPLAY ASJDHFAS thats such a mood actually i should try doing that ahskjdf

my builds are never too meta, i usually just match my playstyle, ive never gotten out of s/s+ hell ^^ but! i got thermal ink, swim speed and a bit of run speed, bc i.. tend to run in without thinking and i like to be able to get out of tight situations ^^ thermal inks very useful since I use the spread aoe shots a lot n it helps me know where people are on the map :]

idk much about reeflux, I think it’s very different from tristringer? Like it’s a front liner no? I have no idea what build I’d use for it ^^; hope I helped a bit tho!

[kit-williams]

Here, I have a few "hear me out" character options for you. Lets see if any are too unfuckable for you or you at least find it entertaining XD

Here me out level: Very mild Ahzek Ahriman: kind of a douche but also really likes civilian remembrancers. Loves to fuck with warp magic and is also a repeat offender cannibal. yummy

Here me out level: Mild Argel Tal: (The best Word Bearer) Not a bad man pre heresy, and in a vision Lorgar has turns into a demon bug man. kinda hot ngl

Here me out level: medium Asterion Moloc: Chapter master of the Minotars. Kind of like Tyberos but worse also more brutally evil and paranoid. Is fucking massive, scarred and full of cybernetics.

Here me out level: hardish Eidolon: An Emperors children marine, like Fulgrim but even more of a narcissistic asshole. Gets corrupted in the heresy and is so much of a dick Fulgrim himself actually kills him. 8/10 would be his pet pre-heresy because post heresy he is dead 💀

Here me out level: ??? Mothman Mortarion: I would let that massive stinky man have whatever he wanted

Ahzek: 100% would DID NOT KNOW HE WAS A CANNIBAL I just love tragic magic boys who tried his best but like dad everything went wrong.

Argel Tal: 1000% WOULD both as normal and demon bug/abomination thing listen that vertical mouth could do things to me but yeah sometimes you just crave insect man sexual horror

Asterion Moloc: 50% would... I don't know enough about him or the Minotaurs much beyond just utterly ravaging the Lamenters. But Granted I could probably think up some sort of personality for him sexy enough to turn that 50% to 100% just like I've done with Tyberos.

Mothman Mortarion: Would and in my drafts am working on something for him

His mask had been removed for this occasion, bits of his flesh coming off with it, but ever the resilient one Mortarion hardly felt it as Isolde looked up in horror. The chittering insect like mouth mixed with a human one swirled and mashed together as he chittered down at her. His silvery wings fully spread, flicking in the light to catch her eyes as he preened and felt an excitement. Mortarion was intimate with the cycle of death and rebirth that Nurgle governed over and fecundity was a step in that cycle Mortarion walked past. He was content on being a creature that had lost it's life mate and warbled its never returned mating song.

There was an insanity that danced in Mortarions eyes as two smaller arms gripped and pulled on her clothes. They were in his section of the garden... away from the Grandfather's gaze and while it pained Mortarion physically and immaterially he would introduce his wife to Grandfather later... after intimacy was restored and pent up feelings were taken care of. His clothing and armor melted away off of his body...

Eidolon: I don't know much about him cept that he did get killed and might be alive? Unless someone else in lore is also... EITHER WAY

Emperor's children are always a hard sell for me idk how you can be more narcissistic than Fulgrim so yeah I just don't know enough about him to figure out if I even COULD write something about him.

So TL;DR: Everyone is would just Asterion Molec is someone I'd have to probably build up like Tyberos to make him work and Eidolon I don;t know enough about & him being an Emperor's Children makes him have an uphill battle for me to try and sexualize

[ganondoodle]

Not to add more fuel to the fire (I do) but seeing all your TotK rants and agreeing with every single part of them, I just remembered that as soon as the first Sages appeared on screen I immediately noticed that even their voice actors were the same as the Champions from BoTW but a bit "deeper" sounding and when I looked up they ARE.

I don't mind when voice actors make a come back for specific roles tbh but this time with how disappointed I was starting to feel about the game's story it felt super odd?? Like it did feel so much like they were reusing stuff ;;

honestly if anyone wants to rant about totk in my inbox feel free to do so, i might not always respond but its really good to hear others be similarly disappointed and maybe you are even pointing out something i havent thought about

(also its fine to not agree with everythign i say, just dont be a dick about xD)

you see ... now that you say that i remember seeing the leaks before the game came out that some of the voice actors from botw said they returned for totk and that was a topic of discussion .... which went nowhere also bc i guess they were too lazy (sorry, that word is way overused when people talk about games but ... well) to find anyone new for the few lines they say

that said it doesnt exactly help the case of ancient ancestor (that looks exactly the same as the modern people!! i cant stand that!! its my character design taste that is more annoyed than the lore nerd but its stilll ... they didnt do that either to differentiate the past thats OVER TEN THOUSAND years ago aaaaaaargh) that all say the same line only with a few words changed around or rephrased like someone badly copying your homework but trying to hide it- without telling you any new information at all that all have no personality, not even a different clothing style (its aaalllll sonau style now woooheeee) and dont even get to have faces bc they are hidden under a SONAU MASK AT ALL TIMES even when NOT FIGHTING (why are they even in their temples after rauru seals ganondorf ... no seriosuly what are they doing there, just standing around waiting for zelda to come beg them to swear yet another oath to some guy in the far future, theres no one in the bg either like idk, they could have been praying or sth- wait .... why are they still wearing the stupid mask and outfit .... raurus gone and minerus getting eaten by miasma i dont think anyone would care (i know its bc they dont want to make another model ... though removing the helmet at the very least ... no?) and then dont even get their own voice ... lol

(i didnt notice bc i played with japanese voices bc the german voice actor for gan sounded like german daruk and that was too weird for me ... i still expected him to say more than a few lines and some yells at that point .. hah ... )

[ridiasfangirlings]

I keep picturing that Yata is gone for maybe a month or two due to skateboarding or maybe a family event, so when he gets home he and Fushimi have a lot to catch up on. Except I don’t believe it would be sexual at first. Like they kiss, hold hands, go eat at a new restaurant, watch a movie, etc. and at first every touch is innocent until maybe Yata watches Fushimi eat but then his tongue darts out and suddenly Yata forgets what he was saying. Fushimi is mocking Yata for wearing a shirt his size for once but then stares when Yata bends over to pick something up and he is met with back muscles and faded scars from the last time they did it. Slowly throughout the day they go from “omg I missed you” to “BEDROOM”.

And they do go home and are excited and giddy. A little too much as 20 minutes in Yata has to be taken to the ER due to Fushimi breaking his 🍆. Bonus points if a Clansman is there too and sees them, leaving both men scrambling for answers.

I let you decide if they get caught or not though 🤣🤣🤣

I feel like they would never let the other hear the end of this. “You broke my dick!” “Tch. It’s not my fault you couldn’t handle it.” XD Imagine Yata has like some major tournament circuit for skateboarding that lasts a couple months. The original plan is that Fushimi could come with him at the beginning but then there’s an emergency that S4 has to deal with so he’s not able to. They keep making plans for Fushimi to meet up with Yata at various stops but they all keep falling through, like weather delays Yata’s plane and Fushimi has to leave before Yata gets there, or a dangerous Strain shows up so Fushimi can’t take any days off and can’t leave the city. I imagine them both getting increasingly frustrated by this too, like Yata’s enjoying his tournament but he misses Saruhiko a lot and Fushimi is just in an ever worsening bad mood every time he misses a chance to see Misaki.

Finally Yata gets home and imagine Fushimi can’t meet him at the airport but he’s at their apartment when Yata gets home, Fushimi’s been working so much he just passed out on the bed. Yata walks in and stares at him and just feels this rush of happiness, like he missed Saruhiko so much. Fushimi stirs and Yata gets to wake him with a kiss. Fushimi gives this small smile and cuddles close to Yata, Yata’s teasing like I just got home and I’m already your pillow. Fushimi hums and says that’s right and Yata laughs and kisses him again, and there’s this calm atmosphere between them like they’ve both been holding their breath for so long and can finally breathe. They end up going on a date, Yata takes Fushimi to a new restaurant and they hold hands and chat and everything is very sweet until they get home and Yata decides to change his shirt. Meanwhile Fushimi is hungry and gets himself a popsicle and imagine him just running his tongue over it while staring at half-naked Yata. Their eyes meet, there’s a long pause, and Fushimi tosses his popsicle away as Yata practically body slams him into the wall with a kiss.

This basically opens the floodgates and now they can’t keep their hands off of each other, clothes scattered all over the floor and they don’t even make it to the bed. Everything is going well until a couple rounds in when Yata suddenly yelps in pain. Fushimi almost doesn’t stop and Yata has to push him off a little like no this actually really hurts what the hell. Fushimi is a bit huffy about it now, because he wants to be touched more and really Misaki are you complaining after all this. Yata’s like let me just go to the bathroom for a sec, Fushimi clicks his tongue and sits there on the floor waiting looking so annoyed. After a few minutes Yata comes out of the bathroom looking so despondent as he’s like ‘I think….we gotta go to the hospital.’ Fushimi gives him a flat look like really, Yata’s all I’m sorry I just don’t feel good okay I think you overdid it. Fushimi snorts like I overdid it, Yata’s all okay we did let’s just go.

Unfortunately when they get to the hospital imagine like a couple Homra and S4 guys are there, like Chitose and Dewa got caught up in a Strain situation with Akiyama and Hidaka. Chitose and Hidaka both got a little banged up so they just ran to the ER for some stitches, naturally everyone is wondering why Yata and Fushimi are there. Imagine Dewa and Akiyama being mostly innocently curious but Hidaka and Chitose read between the lines of the non-answers they’re being given and Chitose starts to smirk while Hidaka quickly (and badly) tries to pretend he hasn’t figured it out because he doesn’t want to die. Yata’s just trying to act like he isn’t in pain because he doesn’t want anyone to figure it out, Fushimi has already realized that they’ve been discovered by at least two of their companions and is basically daring either one to say something. Eventually Yata is called and they get to make a retreat, Yata’s like I’m never gonna be able to show my face in Homra again. Fushimi states that maybe this is what Yata gets for leaving him for so long, Yata’s all ‘Saru.’ Unfortunately for them thanks to Yata’s issue they probably can’t have sex for like a couple weeks and Fushimi’s grumbling that isn’t that what got them into this situation to begin with.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Poly!Cruella De Vil and James Nolan/Prince James x Reader || Headcanons

Plot: These two together totally skeeve me out but I just find them as a concept so amusing!! And I'm glad they found eachother XD So, poly relationship HC's are a must.

Warnings: These two are complete freaks. So there are nsfw themes throughout. Kinks include heavy Mommy Kink, James is her bestubbled 'Golden Boy', Pet Play mentions, domestic kinkiness (the way you all act is not just sexual at this point, it's just your dynamic), etc. Also obnoxiously cutesy nicknames like 'Jamesy-poo' XDD That's definitely a warning! And feelings, which sneak up on you (: By the time you realise, its too late XD

This was a blast XD

<3 <3 <3

Alright so Cruella is definitely!! in total control here. She's the Boss. The Dom. The Asmodeus to yours' and James' Fizz, to you Helluva Boss fans.

The Mommy of your little 'family', basically.

Then James is her 'Golden Boy'/naughty boy, and you are their sweet, sweet pet. So like, James is a little bit higher up in the procession of power then you, but not by much.

Often its her directing the two of you equally, but occasionally she'll ask James what he thinks they should do with you, or leave you two to 'play on your own'- and she makes it clear that Jamesy-Wamesy is in charge, while she's away.

"Sweetheart stay with darling Jamesey-poo, mommy has some work to do." - Cruella, whenever she has to go do some Evilness.

When you're cold its really a toss-up; Cruella may actually give you some furs to wear (This version of her really likes the idea of branding you~ ) or you might get James' jacket. His prince jacket! Ahh <3

Cruella may have you dressing like James eventually. She thinks its cute if her two playthings have a uniform.

If you'll remember, James left his old flame Jack to die at the top of the beanstalk, totally heartless- but let me tell you, Cruella has that man so whipped he wouldn't even think about doing that to her unless there was a HUGE pay out. You, he may consider abandoning. But one nasty look from her and he'll save your sweet ass like the prince he was groomed to be. He does love you (As much as he and Cruella can love at least), its just that (In the words of his Wiki Page) he's inherited 'King Georges lack of empathy and ruthless personality'.

You and Cruella watching James fight with David-

You: Oh god, which one's James?? Cruella: The ruggedly handsome one. You: I- which one!? Who's winning?? Oh, ow! Who just got punched in the jaw?? Who's the one bleeding? Cruella: Oh, you tell me! They look exactly the same, darling! You: *deadpanned at her*

You and James have an odd relationship where you kinda argue a lot, when you're not being their obedient 'pet'. You're very snarky with each other and it makes Mommy Cruella roll her eyes- but she loves it. She loves being the 'favourite'.

Cruella, to David: Jimmy has always resented you for being the one that those horrible parents of yours kept... You: ... ehhh, I don't think he's that deep actually. I think he's just sore he had the best sword lessons in the enchanted forest and still got killed by a Behemoth. Cruella: Darling- You: ... and also David got a castle. And people like him. and I don't know how identical they are under the clothes but I bet his dick is bigger, too, honestly. Cruella: 🙄 Darling... You: aM I wRoNg???? Cruella: *Sigh, turning back to David who's very understandably uncomfortable* My darlings are such a pain sometimes... anyway Sheriff Stubbles, where were we?

... You and James fight over Cruella often. Who gets to make her drinks, who gets to kiss her first, who gets to go down on her (You've been known to actually trip that asshole off the bed before and he has dragged you to the end of the bed and tied you to the bedpost before. All the while Cruella just sits there all pleased with herself~~ Maybe acting annoyed a little, but acting badly XD), etc.

That doesn't mean you two aren't very fond of each other, though. Its mostly fun, and foreplay (;

Cruella and James are both allowed to have 'fun' with other people (Whether that be actually going out and sleeping with others or just that- 'fun'. Like when Cruella pretended she though David was James and when James pretended to be David to kiss Snow), but let me be clear- you are not.

Cruella: Darling you're like our faithful Rottweiler, aren't you?? You would never hurt us like that. You could never be pleased by anyone else but us. Hm?

James: Yeah, and no one else would put up with you, either *eyeroll*

They don't actually do it very often though, mess around with others. They're both quite content with this relationship right here! Not that either of them would admit it.

<3 <3 <3

[sulphuryasecretcloset]

My lady, I require so much Din/Corin and also Paz/Raga fluff PLEASE after the latest episode that seemed to be such a personal attack by Dave Filoni and Jon Favreau to hurt us deeply (no spoilers but those who've seen it know what I'm talking about I'm so unwell)

Thank you for giving me an excuse to write this xD Corin and Din humor/a little bit of fluff one-shot from the early days coming up here!

As for Paz/Raga fluff, that is also in the works, but after 'that' episode, I need an extra day or two to really pour my heart into that one, because of, you know, reasons...!

You can leave the hat on

“No.”

“But, Liita, we-” Din tries again.

“No.” She cuts him off again, this time not even bothering to look up from the engine. “Unless you want the Razor Crest to blow up, you are not touching this ship until I'm done with her.”

Din sighs. “Yeah, but me and Corin need to meet up with Paz and Raga to-”

“If it is that important, you can borrow my ship.” Liita says, still not looking up from her work.

Din frowns, then looks over at the starfighter parked nearby. “That's... a single seater.”

“So?” Liita replies. “You guys share everything else, surely you can share a dang seat?”

Din looks over at where Corin is trying to wash out a stain from his shirt by pulling the fabric up, stretching it out in the front and rubbing away at the offending mark with a wet cloth, oblivious of flashing Din his toned stomach in the best worst way possible. Swallowing, Din reluctantly turns his gaze back to Liita. “Yeah, no, I don't think-”

“You never do.” Liita declares. “Think, that is.” She grunts as she struggles to tighten or undo something inside the engine. “You can borrow my ship or you can wait until I'm done saving your ship. You choose.”

Closing his eyes, Din sighs. “Fine.” Paz will be an absolute nightmare if they don't make it to the rendezvous. “We'll borrow your tiny ship, but the Crest better be ready when we get back. There's no way we'll be able to fit the kid in your ship too.”

“Sure, whatever.” Liita replies with utter indifference.

Din forces himself to march over to Corin and has to use an unfair amount of energy to try to sound unfazed by what he's about to suggest and not stare at Corin's abs while definitely NOT thinking about how he wants to run his lips all over them. “Change of plans.”

Letting go of his shirt and turning his focus to Din, Corin frowns a bit with unease. “What's wrong?”

“The Razor Crest needs repairs. Liita says she can't fly.”

Corin's frown deepens. “Paz is not going to like it if you don't show up.”

“He's going to be an utter dick about it, I know.” Din mutters, all to easily anticipating the sour comments from the big idiot. Din clears his throat before diving into madness; “So, Liita said we could borrow her ship. And go. With that.”

Tilting his head a little with visible confusion, Corin says; “Isn't that a one seater?”

“Yeah, it is.” Din replies, hoping Corin can't hear the strain in his voice and praying that Corin will refuse to set a single boot inside that ship.

“Oh.” Corin shrugs. “Some of the troop ships got pretty packed, but I haven't tried to share a one seater before. Should be interesting.” His bright eyes scan Liita's ship for a moment. “So, who goes in first?”

“Me.” Din growls, regretting his decision to suggest this to Corin at all. “I'm flying the damn ship.”

Yeah, so Din thought it was would be safest to get in first, brace himself and try to focus on the ship, before Corin joins him and... is close. He thought. He THOUGHT.

Because any illusion Din had about being in control of the situation goes flying up into the stratosphere the second Corin cautiously tweaks his leg between Din's and eases himself into the cockpit and confirms that there is no way they both fit on the seat and he ends up somewhat straddling Din's thigh.

“Okay, this...” Corin grunts and wiggles around a bit, trying to get comfortable, “this is going to be a challenge.”

Din opens his mouth, but he can't make a sound.

“Maybe if I...” Corin mumbles, leaning back against Din's chest before lifting his hips and easing himself up a little so he's more or less sitting entirely on Din's lap, “just try to...” and starts wiggling around again.

Heat and dread battle for domination as Din feels Corin move against him; Corin rolling his hips and grunting a bit with irritation as he tries to squeeze himself even closer to Din while suspiciously eying the transparisteel cover that will come down to seal them inside the cockpit.

“Corin...” Din chokes out, realizing that soon there will be no way even the oblivious masterpiece squirming on top of him won't feel the effect his proximity and movements has on Din's libido.

“Almost...” Corin replies, completely focused on his mission. “Just... I gotta...”

And then he grinds down on Din, in the most tantalizing way that brings a rush of...

“Nope!” Din wheezes, grabbing Corin's upper arms and pushes him into sitting up and ushering him to stand up. “This isn't working. Up. Get up. We won't fit like this. Up!”

Sighing, Corin gets up, stands with one boot between both of Din's and with one leg dangling on the outside of the ship. “I think I almost-”

“No.” Din snaps, feeling his pulse pounding in his neck as he tries to will his blood to cool down. “No, that won't work. We... We, uh, have to...”

“Swap?” Corin asks. “Okay.”

Din stares at him for a couple of seconds, partially because his brain doesn't have an overabundance of blood right now and partially because he wonders who the bigger idiot is; Corin, for not realizing what is going on, or himself, for not saying something. Din swallows as he concludes the idiot is Din Djarin, especially due to the words that come out of his mouth; “Yeah, let's swap.”

At least this way he won't have to deal with Corin lap-dancing him into a heart-attack. This way Din's secret will be safe until Corin is ready to hear the truth. This is the way.

Din waits until Corin has taken his place in the pilot seat and gotten comfortable before he forces himself to put a leg inside the ship, between Corin's as Corin had done to him, but takes extra caution to place his weight as far down on Corin's thigh as possible and not actually make contact as he leans back towards Corin. It's not a comfortable way to sit, but Din doesn't care. He can do this.

“Wait.” Corin shifts and grunts a bit. He's clearly even more uncomfortable than Din. “Can you...”

Din clenches his jaw, flustered and more than a little stressed out. “What?”

Corin shifts again. “Your armor. It's digging into my thigh.” He grunts again as well, clearly uncomfortable.

Din shifts his weight a bit more to the right. “Better?”

“A bit.” Corin says, but his voice is strained so he's obviously lying.

Din shifts his weight a little further down on Corin's thigh, he will perch on his knee if he has to, but that only makes Corin grunt with discomfort yet again and now even Din can feel how his odd angle presses edges of his armor into the man under him. Dank farrik. How is he -

“Just... get up here.”

Corin's hands grab a hold of Din's hips, those elegant fingers taking a firm hold, and then Din is simply pulled back, up onto Corin's lap, against him, nearly causing Din Djarin to make the Galaxy's most embarrassing sound that is only held back by him biting down on his own tongue so hard it bleeds.

Corin lets out a soft groan of relief. “Better.”

Din scrambles out of the ship as if it is about to blow up and he staggers away until he can reach out a hand to support himself against the hangar building. He takes a couple of deep breaths, refusing to acknowledge the warning flashes on his HUD regarding his blood pressure and heart rate.

“Din...?” Corin sounds anxious and he approaches with utmost caution. “Are you okay? What's wrong?”

Din breathes a laugh and shakes his head. “Nothing's wrong.” He takes another deep breath before forcing himself to straighten and then look over at the tense Corin, who waits as usual to hear he did something wrong. Din hates Macero Valentis. So much. Din then manages to conjure up the only excuse he can think of for his bizarre behavior. “I just got a bit claustrophobic. Sorry.”

The anxiousness melts away from Corin's face and is replaced with concern. “I shouldn't have smothered you like that. I'm sorry. Listen, you should go alone. I can wait here with Liita.”

Din shakes his head. “No.” There is no way he's leaving Corin behind. Something bad will happen if he does, he knows it. Trouble tends to pounce whenever Corin is left unsupervised. “Paz can wait. He's always complaining anyway. Besides, this means the kid will get to spend four days with Junior instead of two, which both he, Junior and Mose will love, so don't worry about it.”

Corin hesitates. “Are you sure?”

Din nods, reaching out to place a comforting hand on Corin's shoulder. “Yeah. Don't worry about it. I'll send Zev and Paz a message, then let's decide on what to do the next two days. Roger that?”

“Affirmative.” Corin grins, back to his cheerful self now.

And the fact that Din can still feel Corin's fingers digging into his hips and how Din's face will burn every time he remembers how close he came to making a complete fool out of himself? Well, that is nobody's damn business is it? Because everything is fine. Din Djarin is fine.

[lover-girl-estxx]

Hi, can you do smut with one of the Diaz brothers.

Thanks 🙏🏻

Shower

This is so disgusting bring your holy water

>> third person <<

Nathan had been at the gym all day with Nick and Chris, and you had been left home alone and horny. (XD i warned you)

The second you heard the door open you jumped off the couch and walked to the door. Nate walked in and smiled at the sight  of you. he was sweaty. But you didn't really care. You practically jumped onto him and gave him a slopping kiss.

"i'm all sweaty, baby" he laughed "maybe we should get you in the shower then" you said with a grin. He licked his lips and picked you up, bridal style, carrying you all the way to his bathroom.

He set you down kissed your head "get naked for me" he winked and slapped your ass, you laughed "your so dumb" you said. You stripped your closes off and he turned the shower on before taking his clothes off. You both stepped into the shower and drenched yourself in water.

Your arms wrapped around his neck and his wrapped around your waist, pulling you as close as he could. You started making out with his tongue exploring every part of your mouth. You pulled away and slid down his body stopping once you were on you knees and your face aligned to his hard cock. ( so sorry )

You looked up at him with seductive eyes and took him into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around what you could fit in your mouth and pump what you couldn't.

"Ahh fuck" he let out, putting one hand on top of the shower door and the other taking all your hair into his hand. He pushed your head down making it all go into your mouth. "Take it, babygirl" you started bobbing your head back and forth and started gagging on his dick a bit.

"you look so fucking hot gagging on my dick like that" he said making you go faster. "good girl, just like that" he started letting out deep groans here and there "fuck i'm going to cum"

You felt his dick twitch before he took his cock out of your mouth "open" he said demandingly . You opened wise and stuck your tongue out. he pumped his cock a few times causing cum to shoot out and into your mouth. "goddamn thats my good fuckin girl" he threw his head back.

You stood up and Nate grabbed you by the waist pinning you against the cold wall, making your nipples harden. He slid his hands to the back of your thighs bring them up to his waist. 

He was strong enough to hold your whole body up against the wall. Your hands went to his neck and your mouths danced together. You moaned into the kiss and that was his signal to fuck the lights out of you.

He took one hand off your thigh and grabbed his dick, giving it a few pumps then gently sliding it into you, you let out a gasp as his length filled you up, "so fucking tight mamas" he moaned as he started roughly thrusting into you.

It didn't take long for your moans to get louder and louder "fuck Nate! you always know how to fuck me so good!" "well you always take me so fucking good!" he pushed his lips roughly to yours. Then he moved to your neck. You both could feel the tension building up in your stomachs.

"oh i'm going to cum nate" you let out a loud moan about to cum. He took his thumb and started rubbing your clit in circles "come on beautiful cum for me". As so as he said that you came. He quickly pulled out you pumped him a few times making him cum on your thigh.

He set you back on your feet, you laid your head on his chest "love you" he said and kissed your head "love you and by the way your really good at that" he laughed.

[philliamwrites]

Tw for body image issues

Ok, so what about eren x virgin reader. Shes kinda nervous, 1 for the pain, cause his hands are bigger then hers, let alone his dick so shes a bit 💫scared💫 but erens just super sweet and gentle and saying how they can stop whenever. Reader also wants to fuck with the lights off. Erens taking off her clothes but shes still covering up and hes saying shes beautiful but she says something like "but u havnt seen all of me, u may not like the rest" and he is just 💫not havin it💫 cause he thinks shes beautiful, he will not tolerate a debate rn. he grabs her wrists to hold above her head so she cant cover up and just goes to town kissing all down her body, then he gets to down there and says something like "hmm, idk if u deserve my tongue rn, only good girls get what they want. Be a good girl and say ur beautiful for me" so she does but hes not playing fair, he goes back to her neck and leaves hickeys all the way down her body. Just adoring her, being all sweet and saying all this nice stuff. But also being dirty cause boys got a mouth on him xD

He is just relentless in his praise, but also mean cause he knows you wanna go the easy route and cover up and shy away, but he is refusing. He will pick u up and fibger u against the wall, just to prove ur not heavy. Boy will eat u out for hours but u can only come when hes convinced that u beleive him.

"Say it, or ill stop right now..."

"Fine, im pretty, now plz let me cum!"

"I can hear it in your voice that your just saying that, i need u to beleive it" and thr fucker just keeps teasing u like that.

Mans is ruthless 🥴🥴

Sorry it took me a while to get back to you nonny!!

But damn, why you hitting me so hard where my own insecurities lie omggg 😭😭😭

Warnings: fem!Reader x Eren; mirror sex, vaginal sex, cockwarming (kinda)

But for real, listen, Eren would make sure your first time with him goes as smooth as possible. Mr. Tough-Guy Tattoos On His Knuckles’ favourite movie is Up and HE IS SUCH A ROMANTIC. He’ll make sure that you feel safe and damn, he’s been in relationships before, but he’s never felt THIS driven to put his everything into making sure that you feel save, loved, and understood.

I’m talking about him going the extra mile to make it all as comfortable and inviting and relaxing as possible. Clean bed sheets (smelling like him), some nice candles for the mood, your favourite comfort movie, take-out. You guys would also have had long conversations about do’s and don’ts, something that Eren was very adamant on having even though you were unsure and afraid that it would prove more how unexperienced you are.

But when you two fuck, he’s so super aware and tuned to how you react to everything he says, every time he touches you. My boy can’t comprehend how you can’t see how absolutely drop dead gorgeous you are—the face you make when he drills into you, the sweet moans floating to his ears when he drapes your legs over his shoulders and eats you out, the way your body jerks and spasms when you’re so high on pleasure that your eyes roll back—he’s like a man on a mission to make you see it for yourself.

So I’ll raise you one: MIRROR SEX. EREN WILL FUCK YOU WHILE MAKING YOU WATCH YOURSELF IN A MIRROR. You know it. I know it. We all know it. He finds something he needs to do and it’s all he’ll think about until it’s done. Having you on his lap, bouncing you on his dick as though your life depends on it, all while looking at yourself.

“Still thinking you’re not pretty?” he mumbles against your neck, scraping the tender flesh with his teeth. His fingers dig into your waist so hard that you can already see bruises forming.

“I—I’m—” You can’t even form a full sentence, mind foggy with pleasure. Your whole body is tense from how crazy good Eren’s dick feels. Seeing how it disappears inside you, how easily he moves you on top of him as though you weigh nothing (it makes you think vulgar, nasty things, something new you’ve learnt about yourself: that you’re just a fleshlight for Eren’s pleasure, that he can use you however he wants, fill you up whenever he wants and somehow thinking this makes your blood run hotter, your quivering thighs putting more effort into moving your body on top of his)—

“Fuck, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Eren asks. He slings an arm around your waist and holds you still, which gives you a pause from him abusing your hole with his ridiculous large dick, but now there’s constant pressure against the most sensitive spot inside you. Your head rolls back on his shoulder and you take big, deep breaths, trying to relax.

“Babe, come on.” His hands wander up to your tits, squeezing them, pinching your hard nipples. “We agreed you wouldn’t look away.”

“It’s just… so much,” you reply, your voice thick with pleasure. Eren’s hands stop exploring your body for a moment.

“Want me to stop?”

Just the thought sends a bolt of horror through you. You quickly shake your head, not trusting your own voice. Eren chuckles into the crook of your neck.

“Then open your eyes for me. Pretty please.”

You blink your eyes open. Eren rewards you with a sweet kiss to your cheek. His hands knead your tense muscles in your thighs, your lower back. “That’s my good girl.”

Another new thing you’ve learnt: hearing Eren’s praises makes your knees wobble and warmth spread inside your chest. You want to be good for him. You want to please him and make him happy. When he taps your chin tenderly, you turn your head and look at yourself in the mirror.

“See, so pretty for me. You think so too, don’t you? That you’re beautiful. My beautiful, beautiful angel.”

His honey-smooth voice is like sweet balm to your heated skin, but the words are flames burning you from the inside. Instinct dictates you to hide your face, draw into yourself like a turtle retreating into its shell.

Since you take too long to answer, Eren catches your chin between thumb and index finger and forces you to look back at yourself in the mirror. “You gotta say it too. Or else I won’t move.”

“Ohhh, come one, Eren. Please,” you whine, circling your hips to get some friction. He stops you by holding onto your waist.

“Say it. Or else we’ll stop.”

He leaves you no wiggling room—literally.

“’m pr’tty,” you mumble, not meeting your own eyes in the reflection.

“What?” Eren runs his mouth along your jawline. “I didn’t catch that.”

“I—I’m pretty,” you repeat, a little louder but your voice quivers and your heart isn’t into it.

Eren, of course, notices.

“Hmmm, you don’t sound too convinced to me.” He squishes your cheeks with one hand while the other sneaks down, past your soft belly to where you two are connected. “How about this: you say it like you mean it and I’ll reward you.” To give you a taste of his promise, he brushes the rough pads of his fingers over your clit in slow, lazy circles. “Try again.”

This man is no joke 🥵🥵

He’ll give you plenty opportunities to rethink your opinion on yourself because he’ll worship your body and tell you how much he loves you and how beautiful you are every chance he gets. NEXT STEP: TEACHING YOU HOW TO LOVE YOURSELF WITH SOME SOFTLY GUIDED SELF PLEASURING JESUS SOMEONE LOCK THIS GUY UP—

[quinloki]

i saw someone mention this a few months ago and cannot stop thinking abt it but um corruption with franky maybee and for the other two: gentle femdom and clothed partner/naked male (idk how this would work i guess a dress would make this easier but whatever u feel like writing!!) thank u for taking these and also having anon on im so shy bro but i love your writing and characterization!!!

Whew, okay, I'm going to do the best I can with this, which is admittedly going to be a bit of a let down so I apologize.

I have been looking at this ask for almost a week and I cannot seem to sort out how to head canon this. Don't get me wrong - Franky has like a very strong vibe of being just smooth AF when it comes to sexy times.

This is a guy who has good energy in bed, matches his partner well, isn't concerned or limited by gender or anything. He's there for a good time, and hey, maybe even a long time, but I think he tries to keep things casual upfront.

He has *swag* - 100%. He is so self-assured and confident it's almost dangerous arrogance, but it's tempered by a long life of shit going sideways, so he's very much a Super Safe (kinky) Partner.

All that said, my brain absolutely cannot seem to wrap around him in a way that works for answering your ask. I have blue screened dozens of times trying to find words for it.

So I'm going to go with some knee-jerk reactions and at least try.

Corruption kink - rather not - Franky's willing to try his level best, but this isn't really something he vibes with. He's a cool cat (daddy-o) and he's not here to collect v-cards or twist someone into his darkness - not that there's really any there. He tries to give off that hard-ass vibe, but he's a grease monkey and while he's experienced, he's not trying to pressure anyone into anything.

However, if you're into the kink and liable to go wander off and find someone less Super than Franky to feed your craving, he'll give it a try. He'd rather be a little uncomfortable himself than see someone get into something bad when he could've helped them avoid it. (which is the part of him that makes it hard for him to do the kink in the first place XD )

Gentle Femdom - FUCK Yes - Top, bottom, dom, sub, I think Franky's up for all of it. Well-kept secret - his service game is almost better than Sanji's, and Queen if you want to step on him, he's got a alloy chassis and he's happy to oblige. He certainly gives off more top/dom vibes as a general rule, and I think he leans more that way, but he's 60/40 a switch in all aspects.

Clothed Partner/Naked Male - Yes - Let's be fair. Franky's natural habitat is barely clothed in the first place. Don't think this setup will make him more compliant, he's more likely to be fired up because he's already out in the open. (For some reason I feel like he has a telescoping dick, prehensile and everything. ( "perfectly shaped for SUPER pleasure!" ).)

AHEM - anyway, he'd be into it - and he'd even let his partner keep their clothes on if that's what they wanted. Only gotta move a couple things off to the side to go at it, nothing has to come completely off >.>

... and now I'm going to be thinking about telescoping, prehensile, vibrating metal Franky dick.

Kinky One Piece Head Canons

[idkhowbut-art]

O provider of the hand fanart to end all hand fanarts, how about we do 3, 5, 7, 8, 11, 18 if you drink any, 19 cause I'm trying to prove a point XD, 28 and bonus 30: how do you draw so good??! (this isn't a *real* question, unless you want to answer it, more of an excuse to compliment you. I adore your depictions of the ghouls and your art brings me so much joyyyy!!)

oh boy 😅  Imma paraphrase the questions a bit

3: a specific colour that gives you the ick

Neon green and most orange colours. Tbh I generally hate the colour orange

5: favourite form of potato

YOU'RE MAKING ME CHOOSE ONE??!!! uhhhhhh big fan of roasties (like just with herbs and shit like that)

7: what animal do you look forward to seeing in the aquarium?

I go so head empty at the aquarium that i think i black out and just end up on the other side. but i fucking love jellyfish, they look so cool

8: do you change into specific clothes for the house?

Yes 100%. I have to dress formal for school so I most definitely change when I get home, into sweatpants and a tshirt usually.

18: boba/ tea order

I only got into boba recently, but my order is usually a regular brown sugar bubble milk tea, with less sugar and no ice. With regular tea i usually have just regular breakfast tea with milk and sugar

19: the veggie you dislike the most

ooo thats tough. anything squishy really. I'm most definitely a texture eater so anything that unexpectedly squishes in my mouth is coming directly out again. idk if that proves your point but i hope so

28: last meal on earth

ohhhh. some ghoul dick UHHHHHHH. fr tho probably seafood spaghetti, but specifically the one my zia (italian aunt) makes

30: how do you draw so good??!

i sold my soul for it /j

In all seriousness THANK YOU!!!!!!! I really appreciate all the loe you've given my art and i'm glad it brings you so much joy!! <3

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

ice lolly, m | ksj

pairing(s): seokjin x reader

summary: You (accidentally?) deep throat a popsicle in front of Min Yoongi. It's not what it looks like! Well, it kinda is, but you have a good reason! You just want to give your boyfriend, Kim Seokjin, a mind-blowing blowjob and you read some stuff online and, uh... okay, that still doesn't sound like a good reason, but I swear it is.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship; featuring seagull-BTS LOL; crack and fluff; smut (fem reader, m-receiving oral); ft Min Yoongi witnessing your, um, attempt XD; my tongue technology strikes again, maybe you'll learn something?

this is inspired by your hapless adventures, cat whiskers. you told me not to do it, but I'm a brat and I did it anyway LMAO get rekt

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So.

You read this thing online.

What if you just...

"What are you doing?"

You started with a shriek, jamming the entire ice lolly right into the back of your throat, instantly choking and yanking it out of your mouth, only for it to be flung off the wooden stick and fly across the sidewalk, leaving a long, ice-blue streak of melting sugar syrup ending with a demolished hunk of discarded popsicle.

A seagull immediately appeared to peck at it.

You gawked, still clutching the wooden stick, Min Yoongi standing beside the bench you were sitting on.

"Why did you try to deep throat your popsicle?"

A second seagull arrived to peck at the icy hunk of sugar water.

Your mouth was still open, mechanically jerking to face him with fire-red cheeks, and it wasn’t because of the bright sunny weather. He looked very much like a disgruntled cat with his expression, black eyebrow raised, dark brown eyes narrowed, pink lips slightly pursed. Yoongi squinted disapprovingly from under his wide-brimmed straw hat. He wore a long-sleeved black shirt under a white t-shirt, breezy black trousers, and sandals.

Yoongi hated the sun.

A third seagull flapped down onto the boardwalk and joined the other two to poke at the rapidly melting mess on the ground.

"Um..."

He raised a hand dismissively, eyes flicking away from you. "On second thought, don't tell me. I don't want to know." Yoongi jammed his black clutch under his armpit and ripped open his own cold sweet treat, turning away from you to face the ocean.

A fourth seagull flocked over to peck one of them in the head and assist in devouring the ice pop.

"Hey, hyung, what flavor did you get?" a smooth baritone voice piped, appearing in an aqua-and-pink colorful shirt and brown shorts with snazzy sunglasses and tan skin.

You were staring at the four seagulls eating your ice lolly with glee, somewhat frozen yourself, feeling a mixture of jealous, mortified, and absolutely ready to chuck yourself into the ocean if Yoongi said anything to out you to Kim Taehyung right now.

"I don't know. I told them to pick one at random," the straw hat replied.

A fifth seagull appeared, slightly smaller than the rest, poking one in the neck and squawking before trying to prod at the puddle of blue syrup with a small chunk of ice in it.

"I got strawberry," Taehyung replied.

Two more seagulls swooped down, pushing the other five all around. All of them were now pecking at the ice-blue sugar syrup, honking and squawking. Like laughter. One of the seagulls had a weird cry, like a cloth rubbed onto wet glass.

Or a windshield wiper on a car window.

"Disgusting."

You narrowed your eyes at the seven seagulls.

We they... laughing at you?

"Strawberry-flavored things are the worst."

You jumped as someone sat down next to you, ripping open a paper package. He was wearing a short-sleeved pale pink dress shirt with a flashy tie and long blue shorts. A familiar someone dressed like this. He placed his backpack down next to you, smiling brilliantly. Full lips, sparkling brown eyes, milk chocolate-colored locks framing his handsome face.

Your boyfriend, Kim Seokjin.

"S-Seokjin!"

He grinned and leaned in, kissing you lightly. Then he became flustered and laughed awkwardly, a little squeaky, almost like a windshield wiper on a car window.

"Hah, sorry, you looked really cute just now."

You blinked rapidly.

Do you tell your boyfriend that you tried to deep throat your ice lolly in attempt to see if you could extend your tongue around the bottom because you read on a certain-website-not-to-be-named that it might be possible to suck dick and lick balls at the same time and you were determined to learn so you could perform said act?

And do you tell Seokjin that Min Yoongi caught you in the middle of it?

Er…

Seokjin cheerfully licked at his lemon ice pop, oblivious to your inner struggle.

"Where's yours? I thought you got one too?"

The seven seagulls cackled. You glared at them, ready to fight.

"Hyung."

Never mind, you paled to the color of rice paper as the deep voice with a little rasp to it appeared beside Seokjin, straw hat and all. You wished you could merge with your pastel floral summer dress and float off with the sea breeze, straight into the ocean after seeing the deadpan expression of Min Yoongi holding a mint green popsicle.

He looked bored, but his eyes were mocking you.

Asshole.

"She dropped it by accident."

"Ah, really?" Seokjin frowned, nudging you with his hand. "Here, have some of mine. I'll share with you." He wrapped his arm around you and patted your shoulder fondly, holding his ice lolly out to you. You felt your heart skip a little at his kindness and closeness.

Yoongi smirked behind Seokjin's head.

You narrowed your eyes at him.

The seven seagulls flapped off, flying above five guys standing near you three, eating icy sweet treats together on the boardwalk this sunny day, enjoying this nice retreat to the sea. A lone seagull popped out from behind a trashcan, trotting over, eyeing the wet spot of sugar syrup soaked into asphalt.

It slunk away in a back corner, dejected that there was nothing left.

"Come on, hurry before it melts."

You nibbled off a chunk. Mmm. Cold, lemony, and delicious. You smiled at Seokjin gratefully and he smiled back, warm and inviting, his cheeks puffing a little like the edges of raised bread. A little sheepish at the public display of affection, but unable to help it when he was with you.

"You might as well stick the whole thing in your mouth," Yoongi said off-handedly, walking away to the group of five guys, leaving you choking on the bench again as Seokjin rubbed your back soothingly, worriedly asking you what was wrong.

-

"YOU TRIED TO DEEP THROAT A POPSICLE?"

"Seokjinnie–"

"IN FRONT OF YOONGI?"

"Erm, it's not what it sounds like–"

"YOONGI???????"

“I swear it’s not what It sounds like!”

Seokjin yanked the towel off his head, half-dried brown hair sticking up every which way, gawping at you with a slack jaw and shocked brown eyes. He was wearing his emerald green silk pajamas, fresh after a nice shower from the hot day. You too, wore a set of pajamas, a matching outfit with Seokjin.

“It’s not what it sounds like?” he sputtered, flabbergasted, partly flabbered but mostly aghast.

You opened your mouth and closed it. Then you opened it again.

“Okay, it is what it sounds like, but–!”

Why did you bring this up now? Well, your boyfriend was asking you if you wanted to take some medicine and sleep early because you said you weren’t feeling well at dinner. He was a sweet bean and wanted the best for you, and the truth came out in mid-discussion. Seokjin and you had left earlier than everyone else, declining the scenic walk home, mostly because you could no longer stand Yoongi making snide remarks that meant nothing to anyone else except you.

“You might need a bit more force to suck up that thick milkshake. Or wait for it to melt.”

“That’s a pretty big piece of steak. Maybe you should cut it a bit smaller, so you don’t choke.”

“You sure you don’t want to stay for dessert? We could stop by the store and get you an ice lolly on our way home.”

You glared at him all evening.

Yoongi just smirked when Seokjin wasn’t looking.

Asshole.

“Why would you do that in public?” Seokjin was saying, yanking you back to reality and out of your daydreams of socking that smug little shit in the face. “Why would you do that at all?”

“G-Gah, it… it just… just occurred to me…”

“It occurred to you to suck an ice lolly like a dick?”

Seokjin looked as if he was going to pass out and divorce you at the same time and you weren’t even married yet.

“Why, because you’re going to suck frozen dick at some point in your life? Because my dick isn’t ever at subzero temperatures, so unless you’re sucking Mr. Freeze or Subzero’s dick–”

You waved your arms in a panicky manner, flapping your sleeves like a fucking seagull. “No, no, no, I read something online–”

“Oh, you read something online!” he exclaimed, wiggling in place, and now it sure as hell sounded like Kim Seokjin was mocking you while also being disappointed in you and if that wasn’t the most big dad energy you weren’t sure what was. “Yes, because that totally means you should perform fellatio on an ice pop in front of Yoongi of all fucking people! Are you trying to get bronchitis or something–”

“I admit it was a mistake!”

“A miss-take! It was a terrible take! Cut! Refilm! Actually, no, because maybe don’t try to give a blowjob to a fucking popsicle at the boardwalk in broad daylight!”

You smacked Seokjin in the chest and he looked highly offended, finally shutting up for one goddamn second so you could (poorly) explain your logic behind the incident.

“Look, Yoongi was not supposed to be there. At all. I got mine first and you all were deciding and arguing, so I decided to sit down and eat it, but then I noticed it was a specific length–”

Seokjin’s eyebrows rose so high they nearly left his face.

You prodded him in the pecs and he winced, pouting at you.

“So, I tried to put it in my mouth, but then Yoongi showed up and fucking spooked me and I jabbed myself in the throat because I was surprised and ended up rocket-launching my ice lolly across the sidewalk and then these fucking seagulls showed up, those bastards–”

“None of this explains why you tried to do it in the first place.”

“Uh…”

Your eyes shifted awkwardly.

Seokjin impatiently tapped his naked wrist that had no watch on it.

“I read it… in an online smut story I was reading…”

You perfectly handsome boyfriend might actually get a wrinkle if he continued to raise his eyebrows to the fucking moon. “You do what?”

You poked your index fingers together, biting your lip. “Because… I’m not very good at it… so I was thinking maybe I could learn some tips or something…”

“What?”

Now his voice was soft, immediately dropping the act and his anger. You saw him reach out and place his hand over yours, wrapping his fingers around tightly, tugging. You looked up and he tilted his head, brow knitted in worry.

“Hey,” Seokjin frowned, full lower lip sticking out. “What do you mean, you’re not good at it? You are. I like everything you do.”

You chewed on your lip anxiously. “But… but…” It was a stupid thought and, honestly, not that big of a deal, but it had been eating away at you for a while, so you just winced and let it out.

“You never finish with my mouth.”

Rapid blinking was his response. His eyebrows disappeared under his brown hair again.

“And it bothers me. You always finish with your hand into my mouth, but I can’t seem to do it by myself.”

Seokjin’s lips parted, looking apologetic. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

You wrung your hands, loosening his grip on you. “I don’t know, it seems weird to say in the moment and it’s embarrassing… I thought maybe I wasn’t good enough…”

“No, no,” he said gently, holding your shoulders and shaking his head. “I...” His ears turned bright red and he swallowed. “I just like… seeing it shoot out into your mouth.” He coughed awkwardly, squeezing your shoulders. “It’s, er, nice, watching my cum drip onto your tongue and lips…” Seokjin cleared his throat and smiled, cheeks puffing out, looking a bit like the sides of freshly baked bread. “I didn’t realize my selfishness was making you feel inadequate. That’s not it at all. I only wanted to make it easier on you, and, cough, it’s kind of hot…”

“O… oh.”

He patted your shoulder fondly. “It’s only a misunderstanding. We can do whatever you want next time, okay? I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I will do better.”

You nodded and smiled, feeling much more relieved about the whole thing. Seokjin always had the ability to help you let things go, and it always made you feel a little lighter. It was part of the past now and you wouldn’t be bothered if Yoongi teased you any longer, because you had the best boyfriend in the whole world. There was no need to feel embarrassed.

You wrapped your arms around Seokjin and gave him a big, fierce hug.

Only to be impaled in the lower stomach.

“Ow!”

“Ack!”

You jerked back, whipping your head down.

“No, no, no, stop! Stop looking!”

“Why are you hard?!”

Seokjin waved his arms and abruptly flapped his hands down on his massive tent. “We were talking about blowjobs! And you! What do you think is going to happen?” he spluttered, the red creeping from his ears to his cheeks now, matching the exact shades used on merchandise during Christmas time with emerald green pajamas and a red face.

You gawked at him and he gawked back.

Wait.

“This is a perfect chance!”

“No, no, no, it is not, cease and desist, woman! Everyone is coming back soo–Gah!”

There was flurry of movement and Seokjin’s pajama pants were flung off, along with his shirt, and you were pushing him down onto the bed, him panicking the entire time, but he couldn’t have been that mad about it, because he was helping you by backing up, yelping as you hooked your fingers over the waistband of his underwear and yanked down, freeing his erection that nearly slapped you in the face.

“You trying to take out my eyeball?” you teased, grinning.

“You assaulting me and you’re upset that I’m fighting back?” Seokjin retorted, trying to hide his smile and be serious, but he was terrible at that and so were you, both of you grinning like a pair of idiots.

Well, you were certainly a little bit of an idiot for trying to deep throat a – you’re right, we’ll let it go (for now).

“I learned some things,” you said excitedly, forcing his legs open abruptly and making him squeak.

“Things? Ack!”

You leaned down and lifted his hard length up delicately, licking a fat stripe from base to tip, sighing softly as you came into contact with the velvety skin and his clean scent, Seokjin gasping above you, but suddenly this was not about him, this was about the cock in front of you and all the information you had complied to this point, ready to apply your learning. You wrapped your lips around the head, swiping your tongue on the underside, and Seokjin groaned, hips twitching but you grabbed them and pressed them firmly to the bed, shooting him a glare.

“Don’t interrupt me,” you growled around his dick.

He gave you a helpless frown. “Hello, I’m still attached to this di–”

You stared at him and slid your tongue out from your lips, swirling it around his girth, pressing the sensitive tip around the contours of your mouth, his eyes widening as he witnessed spit dripping from the wet muscle.

“O… oh…”

You let your eyes drift over his form, slowly, slowly, savoring the lines of his body, broad shoulders, shapely collarbones, the curve downwards to his trim waist, all the while taking him your mouth, tongue and lips soft and mouth tight, breathing deeply, eyes flickering up to his face and his expanding pupils, watching you with awe.

“Holy shit… and you’re not even naked… o-oh, fuck…”

You cocked an eyebrow, probably looking much more confident than you actually felt, but that didn’t matter. Fake it till you make it, right? And besides, every protagonist in every story has a moment of letting go and having courage and this was your moment, inorganic or not, flexing your tongue against Seokjin’s ever stiffening length, his breathing turning into wispy moans, watching you poised over him with his dick in your mouth, still wearing the silk pajamas and yet.

He watched you with amazement, love and lust in his brown orbs.

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Your ears burned hot and you tried not to choke on his dick in embarrassment.

Don’t ruin the moment!

Somehow you managed not to freak out and pressed your lips to the base of his cock, hitting his crotch, the uncomfortable feeling of too full expanding your throat, the head practically plugging your airway, but one glance at Seokjin and the suffocation was worth it, seeing him tip his head back, messy brown hair sliding past his forehead, groaning your name with his eyes closed.

You pulled back a little, took a breath, and went back down for the kill.

“What the fuck…?”

Lower lip opening, tongue stretching out, only able to move the tip a bit at the top of his balls. Hm. This wasn’t working. You adjusted and cupped a hand under them, lifting the two soft mounds and pressing them to your chin, your tongue swiping out over them, his dick bending a little in your mouth (more flexible and a lot warmer than an ice lolly, by the way), and Seokjin was losing it above you, shuddering and whining, a mix of curses and your name as you turned your head to get a different angle, the tip of his cock pushed to one side of your throat, determined to see what was most comfortable and got you the best reaction, saliva coating his balls and causing them to become more slippery. You furrowed your brows and gripped his balls tighter, smearing the slick liquid over the soft skin and Seokjin moaned obscenely loudly, falling onto the bed, back arching.

“Oooh, fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Abruptly, your throat spasmed, reminding you that needed to breathe, and you pulled back, coughing and panting slightly.

“Does that feel good?” you wheezed. Not the sexiest. You grimaced and cleared your throat, asking again. “Did that feel good for you?”

Seokjin tipped his head up, brown eyes glazed over, breathing hard. “Ah… It feels nice, but I don’t think I could finish with that…” Your frown deepened, but he shook his head, sending his brown hair floating everywhere. “It’s not tight enough. But it’s an insane turn on, so I think I could cum faster after…” He coughed, cheeks flushing. “After feeling and seeing it, you know?”

Your frown erased and you nodded, gently rubbing his soaked balls, seeing him shiver and his breathing shallow. “I think I understand, yeah.”

“Can… ah, can you finish me, p-please, ack, you k-keep – fuuuuuuuck…”

You went down again, but this time your focus was on the tightness of your mouth, tongue sliding from side to side, bobbing your head in a smooth, swift motion, keeping your lips soft, eyes closing as you felt his cock twitch inside your mouth, completely focused on the sensation of Seokjin in between your lips, breathing him in, the soft scent of fresh soap and his sweetness, trying to remember if there was anything you had forgotten.

Ah, yes!

You tipped your head back slightly and Seokjin cried out, heady and erotic, as the head of his cock dragged along the roof of your mouth before burying into your throat, over and over, hot saliva and a squirming tongue amplifying the sensation, realizing you needed to relax your throat but clench your mouth muscles while relaxing your lips and doing all this while keeping track of where his cock was going in your mouth so you didn’t accidentally choke on his dick.

A whole new level of multitasking.

Was the writer of that erotica you were reading some kind of sex god, because what the fuck–

But it didn’t matter, because even if it was sloppy and you couldn’t focus on all these things simultaneously, Seokjin was feeling only pleasure, fingers curling in the sheets, barely able to choke out his words through his moans.

“F-Faster, please…”

Faster? You could barely keep up as it was!

“Please…” he whined and you obeyed immediately, faster it was, because you were weak for him, weak for Kim Seokjin and his pleading face, pupils so blown out he seemed intoxicated, drunk on pleasure, and that made you aroused too, seeing your effect of him, tightening ever more and increasing the pace, the wet smacking sounds quickening, echoing in the bedroom with his lustful groans of your name, so sweet and loving that if you weren’t going to pass out from how fast you were going, you were surely going to pass out from the overwhelming adoration in his eyes. It made you push for a little bit more, push your limits a little harder, made you feel like you could do this.

For him.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck!”

Seokjin gripped the sheets tight and threw his head back, chest expanding with a low moan, thrusting his hips up and cock jolting, shooting thick streams into your throat, and your eyes widened, forced to stop, feeling his cum pool, creamy and viscous, tasting the delicious saltiness at the base of your tongue, your eyelids fluttering a little at the feeling of the tip rutting against the roof of your mouth and more dribbling out, coating the inside of your mouth.

Oh.

Oooh, fuck, it felt good.

You swallowed, feeling victorious and insanely horny, tongue circling round and round his flinching stiffness, able to sense the pulse and his shudders, descending again because you couldn’t get enough, so good, the feeling of him still in your mouth, him shivering at your persistent licks and light sucks, stroking his hips and moaning at the skin to skin.

The front door banged open downstairs and there was a lot of laughing and shouting.

Your eyes snapped open and Seokjin looked back at you in sheer panic.

The footsteps up the stairs proved they were being taken two at a time.

“Shit.”

Never had Seokjin yanked his cock so fast out of your lips (sad) and snatched his underwear and pajamas, bolting to the bathroom and throwing himself in there in record time the literal second the bedroom door was yanked open by rambunctious strength and a grin whose front teeth were ever-so-slightly too large for his face.

“Hyung, noona!”

You were laying with your head in your hand and your elbow on the bed, which was probably too sexual and weird for Jeon Jungkook, but that was all you got that this moment. He gave you a slightly disturbed and confused look under his big black bucket hat.

“Where’s hyung?”

You coughed and lowered your hand, trying to get in a less awkward position. “B-bathroom…” you rasped. Oh no. Did you go too hard? You sounded a bit like the crypt keeper. Fortunately, you didn’t look like one, so there was that. You rubbed your throat, wincing at the soreness. You definitely went a bit rough. You weren’t no young spring chicken anymore. You were going to feel that in the morning.

Sacrifices had to be made.

Jungkook pouted, bounding up to you and tilting his head. He was a moving black fabric mountain with his long-sleeved shirt and billowy shorts. “Are you really sick, noona? Do you want hot tea or some milk?”

Oh my God, Jungkook, I just sucked some dick and that’s why I sound dead.

Don’t say that.

“I… I’ll be fine, Jungkook. Did you have a nice walk?”

“Oh, yeah! There were fireworks! I think the city was celebrating something, and it was so colorful and pretty…”

You sat there and nodded, trying to listen intently while trying not to think about how Seokjin was in the bathroom rinsing off his saliva and cum-covered dick literal meters from you and oblivious Jungkook.

You saw movement behind Jungkook’s excitedly bouncing head. No straw hat, just black hair flattened against his forehead, covering his cat-like, dark brown eyes.

Yoongi.

He smirked, holding up a box.

Frozen ice lollys, the fizzy soda flavor that was light blue.

A muscle in your eye twitched.

Asshole.

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[juminsmysticmc]

Heyo hope your having a lovely Evening/Afternoon/Morning, I was wondering if you could write RFA+ Saeran and V reacting to there child walking in on them while doing it with Mc. I really do love all your stuff and keep up the amazing work

RFA+ Minor Duo who’s children walk in while they are having sex with Mc ( Smut, NSFW ) 

Mention of Sex, Orgasm, smutty talk 

Hello, that’s pretty nice, ahaha XD thank god it never happened to me, I think I would ever be able to look into my parents eyes but I am curious, did this happen to you guys? Tell me your opinion to this HC, I am interested what you think about it! Have a nice day!!

Jumin

The sex between you and Jumin was amazing.

He knew how to make you happy and you, to be honest, knew how to make him feel good too.

Both of you could have an intimate moment anywhere and anytime.

While Jaehee is outside working, while his father is talking to the chef at the restaurant you’re at, well, you both were rather brave.

But something you never tried was having sex during the day while your five years old son was in the room next to you.

,,What if he walks in?’’ you asked Jumin as he kissed your neck and began to massage the skin between your tights, making you moan.

,,He won’t, we will hear him… just don’t be so loud,’’ he whispered with a raspy voice as he now arrived at your panties.

,,Ah~ wait, let’s close the door…’’ you whined, but Jumin didn’t give you a chance.

Your husband lightly pushed you against his desk, making his stuff fall on the floor as he pulled down your clothes.

Your wet pussy was now naked in front of him as he kissed your vulva and stroked your belly.

,,I’m sure he wants a little sibling too…’’ Jumin said and kissed your clit, making you whine a bit louder.

Jumin grabbed your hips and put his nose on your clit as he licked your pussy, putting his tongue into you and feeling your walls.

You whined and moaned even louder, gasping for air.

You could feel him smirk against your lips and felt that you would soon give up below his touch, when suddenly, a voice came out of the direction of the door.

,,WHO IS MAKING MY MOM CRY?!’’ your five years old son screamed, making you shriek and Jumin look up to his son.

His first instinct was to hide your naked skin and so he laid his body on you, making you accidentally moan again.

,,DADDY!!’’ your son began to cry, thinking that his father would squeeze his mother.

He was indeed a mama’s boy.

You quickly pulled up your pants without your son seeing anything and lightly pushed Jumin away, approaching your son.

You took him in your arms as you moved him up and down, patting his back.

,,Mommy was having pains on her knee and so Daddy had to look there. Mommy is just a cry baby, but Daddy wasn’t hurting Mommy, yeah? Don’t cry, my baby, don’t cry…’’ you whispered and exited the room, leaving Jumin back kind of embarrassed and with a boner.

Zen

Both of you were kind of horny that night and just couldn’t stop the mood from turning sexy.

,,I haven’t touched that beautiful body of yours in a long time already,’’ Zen whispered as you felt his penis growing.

You put your hand below the blanket and began to stroke him, making him groan.

,,Me neither. I missed you,’’ you confessed, kissing his soft lips.

The romantic kiss turned out to be a kiss filled with lust and after a few moments, your tongues were dancing/ He was sucking at your lips and teasing you, making you moan against his lips.

His penis twitched at your sounds and soon Zen put his hand over yours, rubbing his hard member.

,,Me too....’’ you whined and finally smiled when Zen slipped his hand between your legs, feeling the hot dampness.

,,I love you…’’ he confessed again. He moves his body and positioned himself over you, his legs supporting his body while you still rubbed his member.

He was supporting himself with his left arm and used his free hand to stroke your soft cheek, kissing your nose.

,,Mhhhhmmm…’’ you giggled and opened your mouth slightly, wanting him to insert his tongue again.

Zen kissed you deeply again until he noticed that his chest was brushing against your nipples, making them grow hard.

He smirked as he pulled your shirt up and began to nibble at them.

,,UGH!’’ you groaned and pushed your upper body to him when he lightly bit your erect nipple.

Both of you were enjoying the foreplay when suddenly a little ,,Mommy’’ came from behind the both of you.

Zen immediately let his body fall on his left while you quickly covered up your breasts.

,,Taeyeon is scared,’’ your ten years old daughter said, holding your little daughter by her hand.

,,But you’re… busy. Come with me, Taeyeon~ah,’’ she said, turning around immediately.

,,Ahhh, I wanna have Mommy and Daddy, Unnie!’’ she whined.

Your heart was still racing. You quickly fixed your clothes and jumped up.

,,Ji Woo!’’ you called your older daughter.

,,Mommy and Daddy weren’t busy!’’ you whined and took your daughters hand. 

Zen looked at your back as you walked off and laid back in his bed, putting his hands over his face.

,,Aish…’’ he whined.

,,I don’t know if I’m embarrassed or sad…!’’ he kept whining, waiting for your return.  

Yoosung

,,It’s nap time…’’ you mumbled as you stroked your husband’s chest, making him shiver.

Yoosung looked at you with his cute puppy eyes.

You knew that he was unsure if this would be a good idea.

But there was no going back by now. You were already on his lap and you could feel that Yoosung was horny too. His member was erect and you could feel it.

His hands wandered down to your ass and massaged it as you moaned. Only he could hear you since you tried to keep it low.

,,I missed you,’’ you mumbled as you began to ride him over his pants, making his pre cum get alll over his pants with a wet spot.

You loved to know that Yoosung was horny for you and it made you so proud… so you didn’t stop teasing him.

Your lips touched his as you went to nibble on his earlobe, making him groan. He was a bit louder than you, which was something that made you laugh.

You were still riding your husband when he managed to get access to your breasts and lick at them, nibbling at your nipples and playing with them.

He inhaled your scent and kissed the same spot he was nibbling just a few seconds ago.

,,You’re so beautiful… I love you so much…’’ he smiled and kissed your lips.

While you were rubbing your panties, he opened his jeans. You were still on his lap, doing movements as if you were riding when he put up his hard member.

Your hand left your wet pussy and started rubbing him, making him cry out as you suddenly touched him.

His member was twitching below your touch.

You smiled, you loved to see it, how it reacted to you.

Yoosung put up your dress and rubbed your clit, slowly fingering you.

Your movements went quicker and your groans were filled with lust.

Yoosung lightly shook his dick a few times against your vulva before he entered your pussy, making you feel full and loved.

,,Ride me, Mc… ride me…’’ he begged you and hugged you tightly.

,,Ohi, ohi, ahh, mhhh…’’ you whined, riding him with all your passion.

,,Oh, I’m so close,’’ you gasped and kissed him, your tongue deep into his.

,,Let’s cum together. I can feel it. It feels so good….’’ he groaned and finally squirted his cum into your cunt, making you full.

His dick twitched a few times while your sex felt like it was pulsing.

However, he was still horny, and you still wanted more.

He slowly put you up, your legs now spread as he kissed your cunt and put a finger into you.

You were just about to put your head on his when suddenly you heard the door.

,,Mommy, Hyung and I are hungry,’’ your younger son said. Yoosung immediately pulled out and before you could think of something else, you let your body fall on his lap.

You looked back and smiled, ,,Mommy will cook in a few seconds. Wait in the kitchen for me,’’ you said, your voice trembling from your last orgasm.

,,Are you playing horse with Daddy?’’ your older son asked you as he also joined.

You nodded. ,,Yes, but now Mommy will cook. Wait in the kitchen for me,’’ you said and slowly went down again as you heard your sons running towards the kitchen.

,,I knew, that this was a bad idea,’’ Yoosung whined as he turned as red as a tomato.

Jaehee

You and Jaehee decided four years ago to adopt a boy and the little boy gave you everything: happiness, love, affection, something to do, and love.

But it also gave you a busy schedule.

Between kindergarten and the coffee shop, both of you had to stay prepared 24/7 for the case that someone would come to check on you guys to see if you were taking good care of your son.

Of course, it was good that they took care of it, but that way having some romantic time between the both of you was impossible.

That’s why both of you decided that tonight would be the day. You and Jaehee had planned everything.

Your son was in his bed, sleeping, and both of you were in your rooms.

The lights were dimmed, the atmosphere was hot, and both of you were wet and filled with passion for each other’s touch.

You stroked her breast and watched her nipples get erect; the little almost pink part of her body.

You smirked when you saw that both nipples were erect and looked up to her.

Jaehee blushed and bit on her lips as she waited for it, but you loved to tease her.

You stroked her vulva and observed her as she opened her mouth in an ,,o’’ and moaned.

,,Don’t tease me…’’ she whined and looked back at you, licking her lips.

You wet your lips and entangled her right nipple with your mouth, licking and flicking it with your tongue inside your mouth.  

Your left hand supported her big tit as your right one played with her body.

,,Ah, oh my God, mhhhmm…’’ Jaehee moaned as you sucked at it a bit stronger, moving her left nipple as if it was a screw.

,,Mc, let me… you too…’’ Jaehee gasped, making you stop. You opened your mouth and laid back, opening your legs for her. ,,Okay, here you are,’’ you smirked.

Jaehee was also excited. Her heart didn’t stop ricing.

With her head, she slowly went down, kissing your vulva and your lips, kissing each before she split them apart with her both fingers in order to see your clit.

,,So wet here,’’ she laughed and put her lips on it, making you go up with your hips.

,,I missed it…’’ she confessed and took a first lick, making you moan and twitch.

Then she began to suck at your clit, her hands were just about to go up when you moaned again.

At that exact moment, the door was opened.

Jaehee jumped up with her head and looked with a horrified look on her face to the door.

You turned your head around. Your cheeks were still red when you saw your son with tears in his eyes.

,,What are you doing? Mommy, are you in pain?’’ he asked you.

,,Mom, will Mommy die…?’’ he asked Jaehee.

You immediately put on your bra and went to him, hugging him in your arms while you tried to calm him.

,,Mommy was in pain but it’s better now. Mom helped me, see? I’m here. I had a… pimple there, you know? But don’t tell anybody, it’s embarrassing,’’ you said.

He nodded and scratched his head.

,,Will you come with me to make me fall asleep again?’’ he asked you.

You nodded and took him, looking back to a deep red Jaehee who also had her clothes on by now.  

Saeyoung

,,The girls are at school, Saeran is sleeping in his room, do we have enough time for a quickie?’’ Saeyoung asked you.

You looked to your red haired husband, who like always - was horny as if he never had sex before.

But there was no need to lie. You wanted him just as bad as he wanted to feel you.

,,Let’s go to our room,’’ you said and was about to leave when he held you at your arm.

,,You look sexy while you prepare lunch… I need you here and now,’’ he groaned and kissed you, pushing you on the table.

The table your family used to eat.

His own spot to be honest.

Saeyoung pulled you up and let you sit on the table, his lips never leaving your lips as your tongues were dancing with each other.

You moaned against him, making his body vibrate.

Saeyoung quickly pulled your pants and panties down and slipped his hand between your legs.

You pulled your head back and left a warm spot on his lips as you moaned.

The sudden touch made you high, high for his touch.

He smiled as his fingers made circling movements with your clit.

,,Inside, make me cum on your place…’’ you smiled smuttily.

Saeyoung smirked and didn’t think about it twice before he slipped his hands deeper, entering your pussy.

He made a movement that made you cry out all of a sudden - your G-Spot.

,,Come here, kitty,’’ he laughed and kept making the same movement, his finger rubbing you and making your walls get tighter.

,,Saeyoung, ahhh!’’ you cummed.

Saeyoung smiled as his hard dick was pressing against his pants.

He kissed you one last time before he put his finger in your mouth, opening his jeans with one hand.

However, maybe luckily, he never achieved what he wanted to do.

It took seconds for your oldest twin daughter to open the front door using the Arabic word Saeyoung installed.

With a horrified face, you watched as your girls, both fifteen since they were twins, came in and saw you.

At first they were shocked, but then they suddenly both began to laugh, shaking their heads.

,,I hope we get a new table after that! You look so weird!’’ your youngest said and ran into her room, closing her door behind both of them.

,,I- oh my god,’’ Saeyoung coughed and looked at you.

,,Our room now and later you can get a new table for real!’’ you hissed and went down off the table, cleaning your mess before you entered your room.

Saeran

Your husband was already embarrassed enough to ask you for sex, so this experience was making everything worse.

You noticed the whole day that something seemed to be wrong and in the evening, you finally made him tell you.

,,I… I… it won’t go away,’’ he whined.

,,What won’t go away?’’ you asked him with a concerned face.

He finally looked up to you, deep into your eyes and opened his mouth. ,,My boner,’’ he whispered and looked down again.

You began to laugh and looked at him. ,,Really? Saeran, you could have just told me!’’ you kept laughing and finally went on your knees.

Slowly, you opened his pants and pulled him down. Your hand was now around his shaft.

You moved your hand up and down as you observed his hard dick.

Poor him, you thought.

He was in pain the whole day…

,,Mhmm….ah..mhm…’’ he gasped.

You smiled as you saw the pre cum and finally put your mouth around his dick.

At first you took only the tip between your lips, your tongue flicked his penis as you slowly put in more and more, going deeper and deeper.

You gagged as a reaction, but began to chuckle right away.

Suddenly Saeran groaned up and came, squirting all his semen into your mouth.

,,Sorry,’’ he gasped when he saw what he did.

,,No problem…’’ you smiled and looked up, wiping off his cum from your mouth.

,,Can you… actually, you made me wet,’’ you chuckled and went up, going three steps back.

,,Y-yes!’’ he answered and bowed over you, kissing you.

Both of you finally went below the blankets and hugged each other before Saeran massaged your insides with his fingers.

,,Ah, mhh…’’ you moaned and kissed him again.

Suddenly you felt his, once again, hard dick against your leg.

He slowly moved his hips up and down and finally entered you, making you hold your breath because of the sudden thick feeling in your pussy.  

Saeran was about to massage your breast when someone called both of you. Of course it was none other than your daughter.

,,Are you cuddling? Can I cuddle too?’’ she mumbled and almost climbed on your shared bed.

,,Wait!’’ you called.

,,I suddenly want hot chocolate! You too?’’ you asked her, making her clap with her hands and run to the kitchen, giving you enough time to put on your clothes again.

Jihyun

Years went by and by now Lucy was 15.

She was a lovely girl and a brave big sister who always defended her 3 year old brother.

As her mother, you were more than proud of her.

The same was for Jihyun. He too was proud of her and happy that both of you adopted her back then.

,,Mommy, I’m going out with Noona!’’ your son said and already left, closing the door.

,,Where are they going?’’ you asked Jihyun who smiled at the now closed door.

While he was thinking about his children, he suddenly felt something on his pants.

Looking at you he noticed that you were slowly blushing.

,,You’re making the first step and are already embarrassed?’’ he asked you and laughed.

His hands softly pushed you down on the couch while he wildly kissed your lips, your hands still between his hands.

Jihyun went with his hands and lips part for part on your body, kissing every inch of skin you had and finally pulling down your underwear.

,,Lick me,’’ you groaned and looked down to him.

He smirked against your entrance and put his tongue in.

When you began to like it, his movements stopped, an action that made you whine as fresh air suddenly hit your pussy.

But Jihyun knew what he was doing and so he turned you around, making you groan as you knew what he was about to do.

His right hand explored your pussy, massaging your lips, stroking your vulva and clit.

He also shortly entered your pussy, your entrance, and made you clench against his touch.

But everything changed when his left hand slowly went to your ass.

First one finger, to make you adjust to this one thing you both did for the first time.

Then he added a second finger, and when you began to just be the moaning mess he wanted you to become he used a third one and his tongue, sending electrical shocks up to you.

,,WE ARE BACK!’’ your son called, making you gasp.

You didn’t dare to look. Not with this flushed face in that position.

Jihyun was also so shocked that his fingers were left in your insides.

,,We-Fuck!’’ Lucy said, opening her eyes widely and turning around.

She quickly got her brother and turned him around, making it impossible for him to understand what exactly his Noona saw.

,,Can’t you guys do these kinds of things at night in your own room? Like normal adults?’’ she asked you, kind of judging you..

,,What were they doing, Noona?’’ the little innocent boy asked her older sister. She looked down at him and smiled kindly, just like always. ,,They were trying to give us a lil sister or a lil brother by hugging each other tightly. Let’s go out again!’’ she said and managed to go out.

,,I hope they give us a sis!’’ your son blabbered.

,,This was- oh my god,’’ you laughed and looked at Jihyun who quickly let go of you.

,,Let’s get changed,’’ he mumbled and disappeared into his room, hoping that he would manage to calm down...

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HICCANNA MONTH WEEK 1, DAY 1 - “LET’S BE PATHETIC TOGETHER” HIGH SCHOOL AU

HAPPY FIRST DAY OF HICCANNA MONTH Y’ALL!!! I’m starting this funky little event off with a bang, so here, have a funky little modern/high school AU one-shot to get you inspired :3

I tried writing Hiccup’s POV this time! Usually Anna comes more naturally to me, but for whatever reason I wanted to try writing Hiccup’s voice, since I identify a lot with him too. I think I did an okay job but idk XD I’m still getting used to his POV so don’t drag me too hard if I fucked it up lol

Also not me continuing to dump all my ADHD-related issues and insecurities onto Anna XD I mean, I have to deal with them SOMEHOW, and sometimes therapy doesn’t quite do the trick XD *proceeds to write about my self-insert/avatar being loved and appreciated despite being a fidgety mess*

OH, and credit to @ohlooksheswriting for Anna’s last name! I saw her use it in one of her fics (a Hiccanna one she wrote for me, actually!!!) and I liked it a lot better than what I used to use XD

Fic under the cut!

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Hiccup slides the AP chemistry textbook from his locker’s top shelf, grunting slightly under the weight. Together with three other textbooks and a wizened copy of Moby Dick (thank the gods his lit class is reading this, as he is now an expert on the several-decades-extinct trade of whaling), he one-handedly unzips his backback and begins the process of cramming everything in.

He can already feel how heavy that thing is going to feel on the way home. Great, another aching body part to add to the list.

He reaches up to touch his shoulder and makes a face. It still stings when he presses it. He pokes just under his eye and winces.

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III looks truly pitiful right now. Like an utter failure. Maybe if he keeps his head hunched and speed-walks to the bus stop, no one will notice.

He starts planning the rest of his day in his head. His dad doesn’t get home until six, so that’s plenty of time to put some antiseptic and unassuming band-aids on. Also plenty of time to figure out and rehearse a non-embarrassing explanation for his condition. He’ll have to wear long sleeves tomorrow, but eh. It’s autumn, it won’t be that uncomfortable.

There are a number of Anna Runeardsen’s hoodies in his dresser. She’s terrible about remembering to grab them when she leaves, and she’s been coming over so long that he’s stockpiled quite the collection. Hiccup wonders idly if any would fit him.

Probably. He and Anna have nearly identical body types. If anything, her clothes might look a bit big on him, but no matter. He can manage.

He also wonders if she’d notice if he wore one tomorrow. One of the baggier ones would do an effective job of covering the worst of his banged-up body. With the hood pulled up, it’d even hide the icky-looking, discolored spots on his neck. He doubts she would mind, but it might be a bit awkward if she—

“Hey!”

Hiccup slumps against the row of lockers, suppressing a hiss of pain as his bruised shoulder bangs into the metal. Gods, no. Anything but this.

Hiccup has hoped for many years that the most mortifying moment of his life will always be the end-of-5th-grade barbecue, when he requested condiments on his hot dog and zoned out in the middle of the question (it wasn’t his fault—he saw an interesting lizard nearby and had to mentally determine the species). Being the guy who wanted “a sausage with condim” isn’t something middle schoolers forget in a hurry.

As it turns out, this might take the cake instead.

“Heeeey, Anna!” He swings his backpack onto him and shuts his locker, turning to grin at her. He knows hiding behind his locker door would only arouse suspicion—or worse yet, get him a tight hug from behind that makes the battered state of his tiny twig form all the more apparent.

She’s leaning on the wall a few lockers down, understatedly charming as usual. Floral print t-shirt, jean shorts, magenta jacket, back braids wrapped into a bun, radiant grin. It’s a comforting image—and for a moment, the myriad of injuries hurt a little less.

A lot had changed about Anna over the years, but her smile always stayed the same. Hiccup doesn’t have a lot of constants in his life, but the charismatic sunshine ginger who no one ever expects a loser like him to be best friends with is one of them.

“My god.” Her latest rant begins as soon as the greetings are finished, as is customary. “Did you know Picasso tried to steal a statue? Like, a whole freaking statue?” She slaps a locker for emphasis. “Everyone thinks he tried to steal the Mona Lisa, but that was some other dude who tried to frame him. But when the cops got him, he was flipping out because he knew he had all these statues he wasn’t supposed to. I have no idea how my art teacher knows any of this, but she said—hey, what happened to you?”

She frowns, striding toward him. Oh no.

It’s not that he doesn’t want Anna’s sympathy. He doesn’t mind her fussing over him—at least someone does. It’s just that it has to be humiliating for her, continuing to associate with a guy who can’t take a punch very well.

She reaches for him, trying to brush her fingers against the bruise circling his eye. He shrinks away.

It’s an instinctual withdrawal. Rationally speaking, he would love to lean into her hand and feel any variety of gentle touches. It’s a fucking stupid thing to let happen, though—like shooting a line of coke right before the entire coke house immediately packs up and moves themselves and their drugs to the next city over, never to be seen again.

Because the truth is that guys like him don’t get to be touched by girls like her. Bubbly, vibrant, half a foot taller. Anna probably sees him like an annoying twin brother—an unflattering mirror. All of her worst traits, reflected right back at her.

“I…fell!” He says brightly, putting on his most convincing grin. “They were…mopping the stairs right when I needed to go down, and uh, oh boy did I pay dearly for it. This, um, this school really needs better safety precautions, eh? Like how hard is it to find a ‘Slippery When Wet’ sign—”

“Hiccup, people don’t get black eyes from falling.” She cuts him off with a glare.

“Yes they do!” he retorts, although admittedly with little conviction. “I hit my head on the railing. It was very painful.” He rubs his temple to emphasize.

“Is, uh…is that why you have bruises all over your arms? And your nose is bleeding? And your face is all scabby? And your hair’s messed up?”

“It was a bad fall.”

He does his best to sound casual, but he doubts it’s successful. He laughs nervously, and Anna crosses her arms.

“So I’m supposed to buy that whatever actually happened is somehow more embarrassing than looking like you got run over by a train after…falling?”

His cheeks heat up. On second thought, this is much worse than the 5th grade barbecue. “Oh, gods. Is it really that bad?”

Anna bites her lip. “I mean, it’s not awful. Sure, you look like you were in one of those mob movies, and a bunch of gangster guys cornered you in the alley and went to town on you because you owed some guy in a suit 4000 dollars, and your eye looks like someone really messed up the eyeshadow and called it a day, and your hair looks like you’ve been living in the Jumanji game for 5 years—”

“Anna.”

“Right!” She smacks the locker again, as if to physically cut herself off. “Not helping. Anyways, you want to tell me what actually happened, or do I have to spend the next, like, week worrying about your…” She gestures abstractly. “Hand-eye coordination?”

He lets out a deep, defeated sigh. The last thing he needs is to worry Anna even more than he already does.

“I didn’t get Josh Fuller’s homework done in time. He told me he’d pay me 20 bucks for it—and I mean I agreed, because why throw away good money? But I had so much other crap to do, and he cornered me in the courtyard with his football buddies, and…” He rubbed his cheek, still stinging from where it ground into the pavement. “His right hook isn’t half bad.”

“Asshole.” Anna’s lips tighten, hand drawing into a fist. “Where the hell is he?! I swear I’ll—”

“At practice. What, you’re going to walk out in the football field and punch the linebacker?”

“Don’t tempt me!”

“Pretty sure he’d just snap me in half with one hand and snap you in half with the other.”

“Don’t give him so much credit! Punzie tells me the cheer team sees him benched half the time. I could totally take him.”

Hiccup sighs. This girl really is going to end up in the hospital one of these days. He only hopes he’ll be around to hold her back if she gets an especially ill-advised idea.

“Oh, speaking of Punzie, though!” She saunters over and grabs his arm—between the bruises, thank the gods. “We should go find her! She’s always carrying around those wet wipes and hand sanitizers and stuff. She can probably get you cleaned up, at least.”

She starts to drag him away, but Hiccup grinds his feet into the tile floor. “Anna, you don’t—you don’t disinfect cuts with hand sanitizer. You know that, right?”

Anna stops, blinking. “Oh. Right. Yeah, that’d be stupid.” She slaps a hand to her head. “Ugh. I’m sorry. It’s been a long day, my brain’s at like 50% charge.”

“Completely understandable. That’s high school for you.”

To his dismay, Anna attempts to resume the dragging. “Well, I’m sure she’ll have something. She’s always got ibuprofen and nausea meds and whatnot—she’s gotta have other first aid stuff.”

“Anna. Seriously.” He gives her a pleading look. “Don’t bother Rapunzel. She’s probably in the middle of…I don’t know. Giving some important speech to the Student Council.” Anna opens her mouth to protest, but Hiccup shakes his head. “I’ll be fine. I promise. It doesn’t even hurt that bad, it’s just…” He heaves a deep sigh. “More embarrassing that anything. Like a big flashing red light that says ‘Look at me! I’m a wimp!’”

Although he gets a snicker out of her, her smile quickly fades. She lets out a defeated huff, slumping onto a row of lockers and taking him with her.

Her hand is still on his arm. He really should not be enjoying that as much as he is.

He studies the ceiling—made of those holey, Styrofoam-looking tiles and shining bleakly in harsh, florescent white light—and for a moment, he and Anna aren’t surrounded by teenagers anymore. They’re back in an elementary school hallway, hiding in some alcove and hoping they can stay out of everyone’s way.

Their grade school peers had not thought particularly highly of them. They had their fair share of recess hair-pulling, tripping, tag-team taunting. Anna was the fidgety, loud one—the one who couldn’t keep her mouth shut at the best of times, and often as not got the whole class in trouble for it. It didn’t help that the things that came out of her mouth were so bizarre and off-the-cuff that it only took half a day of kindergarten (maybe less) for her to get written off as the “weird kid.”

Hiccup hadn’t fared any better. He was the nerd, the dweeb, the geeky loser, et cetera et cetera et cetera. Teachers sometimes made an example out of his assignments, gushing about what a good, hard worker he was, but all that ever did was get him sneered at for being a brown-nosing teacher’s pet. When he wasn’t all that, he was “the kid with the weird leg.”

Anna always liked the prosthetic. She said it looked like a cool robot leg, and speculated about gritty cyberpunk futures where he could yank part of it off and have it double as a machine gun.

Despite everything, they’ve always had each other. Hiccup can’t even begin to explain how grateful he is for that.

Things got better in high school. They met Rapunzel and Jack and Fishlegs and Merida and the twins and all the others. Their friend group got bigger, and they found that not everyone their age was put off by their strangeness. Outright dicks like Josh Fuller were few and far between—at least compared to middle school.

For a while, they watch kids walk by, shouting and laughing and yanking on their friends’ backpacks. A couple of freshmen jump up and try to touch the ceiling, only to trip and nearly fall flat on their faces.

That cheers Hiccup up. Only a little, he swears.

“You know…” Anna speaks up after a while. “Erin Morris called me a bimbo in class today.”

Hiccup turns to frown at her. “She did?”

“Yeah.” She smiles weakly. “The teacher called on me and asked me to do the next part of the trig problem, and my mind had kinda been wandering a bit, so like…I said I didn’t know. And Erin told me I was such a bimbo. I think she was joking, but I also…don’t think she was?”

Hiccup opens his mouth and shuts it again, unsure what to say.

She continues before he has the chance. “I got my test back in AP history. C-. Travis Palmer still sits behind me, and I guess he saw, because I heard him whispering to someone about how he has no idea how I’m still in that class.”

“I—”

“I was really restless in lit class.” Anna goes on, ruthless. “I kept squirming around because I couldn’t get comfortable, not matter what I tried—oh, and I think I was doing the leg-shakey thing, too. Anyways, Mrs. Acosta got all pissed and yelled at me in front of the entire class because I was being a ‘huge distraction’ or whatever.”

“Anna, that’s—”

“Punzel was raving to me at lunch about some genius girl in her chemistry class.” Hiccup should know by now that he’s not going to get a word in edgewise. “Zoey Juarez or something? She’s kept an A all year. Punz says she’s on her way to becoming a biochemical engineer and ‘totally fixing the environment’ or something. And sometimes I wonder why she keeps me around when she could hang out with people like that.”

Hiccup narrows his eyes, baffled what her endgame is. “Is—is any of this supposed to make me feel better? Because all I’m gathering is that we’re both pathetic.”

“So…” She leans in, gripping his arm harder as a devilish smirk dances across her face. “Let’s be pathetic together.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Will that help?”

“Uh, yeah.” Anna snorts. “Misery loves company? Duh.”

“You don’t have to drag yourself through the dirt to make me feel better about myself, you know.”

“Oh, I don’t have to!” She smiles brightly. “The rest of the school is already doing it for me!”

As he frowns, she lets out a sigh.

“Look, you…you don’t have to be this tragic action hero who bears your pain alone and goes to like…brood on a mountainside and stare at the horizon. It’s not this like, I don’t know, terrible burden you have to deal with on your own. You’ve still got me.”

He looks over her—bright, lively, stubborn as shit. The one who always was happy to do the talking when he didn’t want to. He probably doesn’t deserve a friend like her. Who does?

“Frankly, I’m a little surprised you still want to be associated with all…” He waves his hands up and down abstractly. “…this.”

“You…just gestured to all of you.”

“I’m aware.”

“Well, anyways, I could say the same for you wanting to associate with me.” She shrugs. “Point is, you’re not getting rid of me that easily. I’m the garbage to your dumpster. The sewage to your rusty drainpipe. The moldy bread to your stale Cheetos.”

“Anna—”

“The great pacific garbage patch to your hole in the ozone layer. The nuclear waste to your abandoned and collapsing military outpost.”

“Anna, I don’t think this is helping—”

A few students send strange looks their way. Anna raises her voice, unable to be deterred. “The soggy cardboard box to your dingy alleyway! The plastic solo cup to your dysfunctional frat house!”

Hiccup is spluttering, at a loss for how to form coherent sentences. Let it never be said that Anna Runeardsen does not commit to the bit.

“Look, all that to say…” She gives his arm a couple squeezes, and he hopes she can’t see the heat rising to his cheeks. “We’re a team. Maybe one that people don’t usually like very much, but we still have each other’s backs. If you go down, I go down. Simple as that.”

He looks over her, clutching onto him like she never wants to let go, and feels a rush of gratitude. For all her moments of chaos and weirdness and rash decisions, she’s his rock. She always has been.

“You’re the rock and I’m the lichen.”

As soon as he says it he realizes how stupid it sounds. Anna snorts, rolling her eyes.

“Oh, come on! I mean sure, I’m the secretly super tough one who everyone overlooks because I seem all ordinary and boring, but you’re too pretty to be lichen.”

“I’m many things, Anna, but I assure you I’m not pretty.”

“You’re more like moss,” she declares, ignoring the assessment.

Hiccup gives her a baffled look. “Moss?”

“Y’know. Adaptable, resilient, also super tough. But also really pretty. You see it and you’re like…calmed. It’s like ‘oh, okay, there’s moss here, everything’s going to be fine.’ Like if you go somewhere and there’s a bunch of moss it feels like it can’t be so bad. I guess in some weird, primordial, ancient way, you kind of feel like you’re…home?”

It’s an odd thing to say, but Hiccup gets the distinct impression it’s supposed to be a compliment. Anna isn’t the most delicate with her words, even when she’s trying to be kind.

It’s not as though she’s entirely wrong. Sometimes when Anna’s at her most anxious, his even-tempered rationality is her lifeline.

(At least, what he likes to think is his even-tempered rationality. His view of himself tends to be unfairly aggrandizing or absolutely abysmal, depending on the day.)

He chuckles. “Well, in that case, I’d love to be your moss.”

She grins triumphantly, jerking him a little as she bounces on her feet. At the moment, Anna Runeardsen is shining at least four thousand times brighter than anything else in that lifeless, gray-and-white hallway.

He really wishes he could grow the balls to properly ask her out. Maybe by the time senior prom rolls around.

“Hey, so…” She rubs the back of her head with the hand not currently gripping his arm. “I heard some new episodes came out from that one show you’re really into. You know, the one with the dinosaurs that can shoot beams out of their eyes and the time-traveling wizard? Forget the name.”

“Oh! Velocilasers!” He nods eagerly. “Yeah, half of Season 5 just dropped this morning.”

“You want to come to my place and binge them?” She hooks her arm in his and leads him toward the front lobby. “I don’t know when my parents will be home, but I can fry up those frozen crab cakes you like.”

She looks worried, as she often is when it comes to cooking. Nonetheless, her blue eyes are as genuine as he’s ever seen them. However the food turns out, it’s clear she’s planning on throwing her entire heart and soul into it—and that’s more than enough for him.

The tension, stress, and crippling mortification drains out of him with each step, her hand on his skin seeming to brush it all away. He smiles, realizing that the scrapes and bruises aren’t bothering him anymore.

“I’d love that.”

[shotofire]

omg thank you so much xd, that was so hilarious i couldn't stop laughing 😂, you're amazing never stop writing, i would like another oneshot modern levi if you dont mind, but this time his girlfriend prank him doing the challenge "pretending to give him a head/blowjob" thank you you're amazing 🖤🖤

I never mind your requests! It makes me so happy to see them in my inbox :p Thank you, you’re so sweet!!! I had to look up what this prank was lol but I the gist of it

•MODERN!LEVI x F!READER

•Warnings: cursing, smut... but not all the way

•Season: Not set within the show

(This is sort of a part two for, Who the hell is Mike?, some parts may be confusing if you haven’t read it)

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Your best friend Angel bursted out laughing as you told her what had happened with Levi. It had been a week since you gave him a mini heart attack. Her eyes filled with tears as the laughing continued, she definitely found it comical.

Even more so, she wishes you recorded it. Of course doing what you did was out of character for you in general, so recording was definitely a no go. Plus it’s not like you’d post it, so what’s the point.

“I’m trying to imagine this face you’re describing,” she lets out more childish giggles, “he scrunched up his nose? What if that’s like his jealous tick?”

It probably was, you’d never seen him do something like that before in all the years you two had been together. He was always calm and tried not to show expression, unless smiling, so seeing him do something so out of the ordinary was interesting.

“I don’t know, it may be,” you said and watched how her eyes sparkled with curiosity. Some part of you felt bad for what you had done, but Levi assured you it was okay. He even went as far as to say it was funny now that he knew you weren’t serious. He still would randomly tickle you and say it’s punishment for what you had done, but it was just an excuse to attack your sides and hear your uncontrollable laughter.

Even a week later he was still coming up behind you and holding you still while tickling you until he felt satisfied. It was okay for a few days but now he was just trying to annoy you, but in a way you deserved it. You had made him think you were cheating on him with some guy named Mike, so tickling was nothing compared to that.

Angel pulled out her phone, “I have something else you should do!” You raised your eyebrows skeptically, but she was already smiling. If it was something else that would hurt his heart you weren’t sure if you could do it.

Yes the facial expressions he made out of jealousy were hilarious to say the least, but his eyes had also softened in worry and hurt. That was something you didn’t want to see again. It showed you how much he loved you, and how the thought of you breaking the trust you’d built for many years scared him so much in that moment.

She showed you the video and you were kind of confused, just like the last time. It was a girl putting her hair up and leaning towards her, most likely, boyfriend then diverting her attention to something else. Angel laughed out loud, “Imagine Levi with that look of disappointment in his eyes.” You still were lost at what was going on and she noticed. She wanted to call you an oldie, but decided against it.

You truly were left out of the loop sometimes, but at the same time Angel admired that. It was rare in this day and age to have no desire for social media, and you probably had a healthier mindset than her.

The girl couldn’t help but roll her eyes at your confused state. “She made him think she was about to give him head, but she reached for the remote beside him and turned on the tv,” she explained like it was the most obvious thing ever. Maybe you didn’t get it because you never put your hair up when giving Levi a blowjob, he had a thing for holding your hair himself. You honestly didn’t think you could pull this one off due to that, Levi probably would just think you’re putting your hair up cause you feel like it.

“So uh, I don’t put my hair up when I give Levi head,” you admit with a blush, “he usually holds my hair for me.” Her eyes automatically widen and she lets out a snort at how embarrassed you were saying that. “Then you’re going to have to do something extra so he does think you’re gonna give him head,” she says with her hands waving in the air.

You let out a nervous chuckle unsure of how you’d even be able to do that. The idea was to make it seem like you were going to but at the same time not going to. You weren’t that skilled in the acting department.

Levi probably would tickle you till you can’t breath if you did something to mess with him again. But this wasn’t harmful for his sweet heart at all, the most it would do is give him blue balls. He could definitely live with that, he gets enough action out of you. The man may be older but he definitely still had a crazy sex drive. So, that made it even a better reason to mess with his hormones.

When a smile spread across your face Angel knew you’d made up you mind. “Look at you getting involved with the trends, I feel like a proud Mom,” she squealed with pure happiness. Heat rises to your cheeks, the girl had once again convinced you to mess with your boyfriend.

“Stop, you’re making me feel old,” you griped but had a playful smile on your face. She shakes her head at you and giggles before pulling up more video to show you.

Levi came home earlier than usual, Angel was still sitting on your couch talking up a storm. He thought she was a good friend, but he didn’t appreciate what she had convinced you to do a week ago. “You’re home early,” you said with a smile. You liked when he got off work at this time, it gave you two longer to spend time with one another. “Erwin gave me the rest of the week off with pay as a Christmas present,” he chuckled a bit remembering how awkward Erwin was as he called it a Christmas present.

You let out a light squeal and wrap your arms around him, “That’s so sweet! Now I get you all to myself.” Levi watched as your brows wiggled with suggestion and he smirked. “Well, I guess i’ll leave my favorite love birds alone,” Angel said with a fake frown. You gave her a hug and she was off, leaving you with Levi.

“Let’s watch a movie,” you propose, “we haven’t sat down and watched one in so long.” He agrees with the idea and you hug him once again. This was part of your plan, to be all clingy. Sure you two were attached at the hip but constant touching from you usually meant something. Plus you were getting him to be still, which was hard.

The man always wanted to catch up with work, but tonight he had no reason to, It was all falling into place. As if the universe wanted you to fuck with him again.

After Levi changed out of his work clothes into something comfortable it was really starting to set into motion. You’d already picked out the movie, made popcorn, and grabbed a hair tie from the bathroom. Purposely, you set the bowl of popcorn on the table next to Levi’s usually side of the couch. All the lights were out besides the luminosity of the television. “You sure are eager to watch a movie,” he said with a quirked brow. You’d already taken your seat on the couch and Levi followed suit.

You giggled at his words and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He kissed you back, expect on the nose, and your heart warmed at the gesture. He was making it harder to follow through with your devious plan. Why did he have to be such a sweetie? Minute after minute went by and your hands stayed on Levi. Wether it was playing with his hair, or holding his hand, you were being a touchy fanatic.

Right after you gave him a peck on the neck you knew it was time of time to trick him. His shoulders perked up when your lips had met his neck, sending a shock to his stomach. You sat up some and took the band off of your wrist before messily putting your hair up. Levi was looking at you with hungry eyes, you’d definitely fooled him.

You turned towards him and rested your palm on his lap. His heart was starting to beat faster and his body was becoming hot. Right as he thought you were about to kiss him you kept leaning past his face, grabbing the bowl of popcorn next to him instead. You leaned back into the couch and set the dish in your lap. Shock grew within him as you started to eat away as if nothing happened. As if you hadn’t made him turn into a horny mess within the span of 15 seconds.

It was so hard to not laugh at the confused and dumbfounded expressions on his face. In a way, to him, this was on a different level of cruel. His dick was straining in his pants as you stuffed your mouth with popcorn. “What was that about?” he finally said, not caring much about the movie anymore. You raised your brows in confused and munched away, “What are you talking about baby?”

He put the back on his hand over his eyes and slid it down his face. The last thing he wanted to do was be an asshole because he thought he was getting head. He kept telling himself he misread the situation and was being too much of an aroused fuck. But when you started giggling up a storm he knew you’d done it on purpose.

“It was Angels idea wasn’t it?” You nodded as an answer, still consumed with giggles. He huffed at you before grabbing your hand and put on his crotch. The feeling of his bulge made you almost automatically stop with your childish sounds. “See how easily you got me worked up?” you didn’t say anything, only watched as his grey eyes darkened in desire.

The action made you gulp. He grabbed the bowl of popcorn and set it back on the table next to him. You yelped as his strong hands pulled you onto his lap. Levi wasn’t going to let you win this time, he’d be damned if Angel laughed later on as you explained it. He was going to punish you in a different way now, one that would leave you screaming.

“I bet you’re a little worked up too,” his finger traces your collar bone and you can’t help but shiver. He bucked his hips a bit, making his member hit the right spot on your heat. When you let out a slight whimper he knew you were wrapped around his finger this time. You felt your parts become ignited from his touch. He definitely wasn’t holding back.

“I’m gonna make you beg for me to stop,” he whispers in your ear with his deep voice. Strong arms wrap around your waist as he carries you to the bedroom. Your stomach is filled with excitement and your heard is starting to spin at the adrenaline rush.

Once he sets you down on the bed his lips start to attack your neck. Sucking and biting almost every inch, moans slip past your lips in ecstasy. His hands play with your chest only adding to the feeling, and you’re in a fit on pleasure.

Your vision is blurred as his hands snake under your shirt. Lips move away for a second to lift the clothing over your head. You should have known Levi would react like this, he wasn’t going to let you get your way again.

Fingers looped around the waistband of your fuzzy pajama bottoms, slipping them off your legs. He kisses the inside of your thighs with wet lips which causes your breathing to become more uneven. His hands pressed into your sides once his mouth began to hover over your clothed core. His hot breath so close to where you needed him most made your body feel like jelly.

“Beg for it,” he whispers with a smirk plastered across his beautiful features. That’s when you knew he had a long night planned for the two of you.

[animensfw-smut]

Body swapped! Bakugo, Izuku, Todoroki x Innocent! Reader

Alright. This is gonna be hella confusing. Todoroki acts as Izuku, Bakugo acts as Todoroki, and Izuku acts as Bakugo. Right, I'm gonna get confused myself as well... Tell me if i made any mistakes...  O crap, there's two ways to interpret this:

-Todoroki is in Izuku's body, Bakugo is in Todoroki's body, Izuku is in Bakugo's body  

-Izuku is in Todoroki's body, Todoroki is in Bakugo's body, Bakugo is in Izuku's body...

I'M SO CONFUSED, I'LL GO WITH THE FIRST INTERPRETATION, I HOPE IT'S THE RIGHT ONE!

I had to proof read this multiple times XD.  

They get hit by a quirk that makes them change for a short period of time. Since it's confusing, the quirk will wear off near the beginning. Also, some of the lemon part will be in third pov this time.  

WARNINGS: NSFW, 18+, Threesome

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*(y/n)'s pov*

"Shoto!" I grinned jumping onto his back.  

"(Y/N)... Get off my fucking back!!!" I rose a brow at the strange behaviour,

"What's wrong, Shoto?" I placed a hand to his forehead, but it didn't seem like he had a fever. Izuku walked down the hall and stared icily at Todoroki.

"Don't be so rude to (y/n)." His tone was emotionless as he lifted me off of Todoroki. (Fuck, i nearly wrote Bakugo XD). His arms wrapped around my waist, and my legs wrapped around his waist.

"Izuku?"

"Fucking half-and-half bastard." Todoroki glared at Izuku. A nervous looking Bakugo also walked down the hall,

"Ahhh, Bakugo, Todoroki, don't argue!" I was confused and I looked at Izuku,

"Shoto?"I turned towards Todoroki,

"Bakugo." Then i turned my head towards Bakugo,

"Izuku... What happened to all of you?!"

"It'll wear off in a bit." Spoke Izuku. (Todoroki).He nuzzled his face into my neck, his dark green hair tickling my face.

Suddenly, they all went unconscious, Izuku bringing me down with him,

"Ah...!" In a flash, Izuku's eyes slowly opened and a bright blush rose up on his cheeks. I got off of him,

"Are you back in your own body?" He nodded, and i slowly crawled to where Shoto was,

"Shoto!" A slight grin appeared on his face, as he embraced me. People think we're dating, but we're only this close because we were childhood friends.  

"Oi, stop fucking hugging her! You do remember what the deal was?!" Spoke Bakugo's loud voice. Shoto rolled his eyes,

"Yeah, yeah. (y/n), we're going to my room."

"Eh?" He lifted me over his shoulder, making sure to tug down my skirt, so no one could see underneath it. Izuku and Bakugo followed along behind.

When we arrived in his room, Bakugo locked the door, and Shoto gently placed me on his bed.  

"Shoto, what are you guys on about? What deal?" He shushed me, kissing me on the lips. Shoto's lips were soft and a touch of coldness to them. His arms wrapped around my waist, embracing me.

"Hah?! Don't just get a head start, you half-and-half bastard!"  

"Tch." Shoto parted from me.

"So, erm, (y-y/n)... W-We've decided to share you... I-If that's okay with you..." Spoke Izuku, a blush still evident on his face.

"Share?" I asked, tilting my head.

"Mm, we'll love you all equally, so love us equally too?" Asked Shoto. I nodded,

"I love you all too!"

"(y/n), be a good girl and take off your clothes." Bakugo smirked.

"Why?"

"You'll see." As i took off my clothes, they did the same.

*Third pov*

Their members stood tall. Izuku lay on the bed, and gripped (y/n)'s hips making her straddle him.  

Bakugo kneeled by Izuku's head and grabbed (y/n)'s hand bringing it to his hard dick. He guided her hands to rub up and down his shaft.  

"Your hands are so warm, princess~" (y/n) let the boys guide her, not knowing anything about this stuff,  

"Does it feel good, Bakugo?" She asked.

"It's Katsuki."

Izuku muttered,  

"(y-y/n), can I e-enter you...?" Not knowing what he meant, she looked to Shoto and he nodded.  

"Mm." Without waiting any longer, he pushed her hips down onto his member.  

*(y/n)'s pov*  

I winced at the stretch, trying to get used to his size.  

"Open your pretty little mouth for me~" Obeying, I opened my mouth and his member slipped into it. Katsuki smirked, before easing his member further down my throat.  

Another pair of hands gripped my ass, and Shoto's icy breath spread down my back. He gathered up the wetness and his fingers slipped into my hole in the back, using scissoring motions to stretch me out.  

*Third pov*  

(y/n) moaned around Katsuki's dick as Shoto plunged another finger into her tight hole. He curled his fingers, thrusting them in and out.  

"(y/n), I'm gonna push in now, okay?" She tried to nod, and Shoto seemed to get the message.  

Slowly, Shoto sunk into her hole, groaning at the tightness in the process.  

Izuku rocked his hips up, burying himself deeper inside her. He was turned on at the sight above him, (y/n) sucking Katsuki's dick, with him and Shoto inside her.  

They set up a steady pace, when Izuku thrusted into her, Katsuki and Shoto will pull out, and the same vice versa.  

Katsuki messed up her hair as he fucked her face roughly. (y/n)'s moans sending pleasurable vibrations to his dick. Her hands gripping his muscular thighs.  

"Fuck, you're such a dirty little bitch, sucking my cock so well~" Tears welled up in her eyes as he tugged on her hair.  

"(y/n) don't listen to him. You're so good for taking us all that well." Shoto glared at Katsuki before peppering kisses down her back.  

Izuku's hand went to rub circles on her clit,  

"(y/n) you're so cute~" He cooed, using his other hand to fondle with her breasts.  

Without warning, (y/n) came, her insides tightening around Izuku and Shoto.  

"(y-y/n)...!" Izuku pulled out slightly, cumming on the outside of her cunt.  

"Shit... Your face is so lewd right now..." Katsuki groaned, throwing his head back, and pushing (y/n)'s head closer towards him. He shot his cum down her throat, forcing her to swallow it all.  

Shoto gripped her waist, pushing his dick in and out of her roughly.  

"Sh-Shoto...!" (y/n) gripped the bedsheets, wanting to cum again.  

"Just a little more, baby..." He managed to get out. His balls slapped against her ass.  

"A-Ah...!" (y/n) climaxed for the second time, her upper body laying on Izuku's chest. Izuku threaded his fingers through her hair, cradling her against his chest.  

Shoto's thrusts started getting sloppier. His hands spread her ass cheeks, watching the way he entered her, and how she tightened around him. Thrusting a few more times, he came inside her ass before pulling out slowly. (y/n) whined at the sensation of him pulling out of her.  

Katsuki picked (y/n) up into his arms, walking towards the bathroom in the room,

"I'll clean her up." Shoto stood up,  

"I'll clean her."  

They had a mini argument on who to clean (y/n) up whilst she was sleeping. Eventually, all three of them decided to take turns cleaning (y/n) up so they all ended up going into the bathroom.  

A/N

Dunno if this one was good, but hope you enjoyed it!

[winter-fox-queen]

I only have my self to blame...

Frankie Morales x you fic 

Tags:  A lot of cursing.  So much cursing.  Drug use.  Angst.  

Summary:  I kept thinking about the coke rap they mention in the story.  And I thought, what if Frankie was innocent?  So most of this is about that, with a tense change so that when the reader enters the picture, it’s “you” -- no y/n.

I have never written a fic before.  I am no nervous AT ALL.  But I wanted to give something back, even though it’s not really romantic.  I logged into my laptop so I could use cuts.  XD  I am ashamed at how long it took me to remember my password.

2,083 words.

It was, really, a bullshit coke rap, but it was still Frankie’s fault.  He was flying one of the boss’s nicer planes, a pretty little Cessna Caravan, fitted out for luxury in the back, a curtain separating the pilot from the main cabin.  The curtain was partly folded back, so the rich folks in the cabin behind him with their booze, lounging in their leather seats don’t have to stare at the back of Frankie’s tousled, ball cap covered head.  

It also meant that he could hear what they were saying, the headset over one ear was quiet, but he’d already decided they were a bag of dicks and he wasn’t going to pay attention to them, as they laughed like a bunch of frat boys behind him.  There was a mirror, angled so he could see what was going on, and once in awhile he’d look.  There were five men and one woman, the men acting like a bunch of frat boys, the woman trying to pretend she was amused.

Frankie knew, of course, that the trouble was men like that made that secret chip on his shoulder come out. The one he tried to ignore.  Because I’m better than that, right?  They ain’t got nothing that I want.  But they did.  They didn’t have to worry about money…they didn’t have a new baby to worry about, they didn’t have to play the game of if-I-pay-this-bill-I-can-pretend-I-didn’t-get-that-one.  He was tired, worried about his lady, scared that he was going to fucking fail her, fail their little girl, Luna.  

He let out a long, pent up sigh.  He itched to put on some music, was considering it when the shuffle of curtain fabric told him he was no longer alone.

The sole woman from the back gave him a shy smile.  “Do you mind? They’re acting like idiots back there.” She had a stylish, blunt cut, a white button shirt and a short, black skirt.  Everything was fitted perfectly so the clothes molded against her.  It looked polished rather than cheap.  He smiled politely  and shrugged as she arranged herself gracefully into the copilot chair.

“So, you said your name was Frankie?”  She reached out with a foot and nudged his chair.  She’d shed her high heels, and, despite the shortness of her skirt was gathering her legs under her.  

Lady, you might as well have a danger sign around your neck.  He nodded, feeling a little out of his depth.  

“Macey.  Pleasure to meet you.  You been a pilot long?”

He nodded.

“You don’t speak much, do you?”  She was flirty enough that even he, usually captain obvious, caught on.

He gave her a sidelong look. “I’m trying to figure out how to slip the face I have a wife and kid into the conversation.”  Wife was a stretch.  He wanted to marry you, he dreamed about it.  He wanted to give you everything – a nice ring, a pretty dress. A day to be a be special, to feel loved. Proof to all your  friends and family that he could take care of you, that he was worthy.  He was scraping up money, setting it aside.  If he didn’t go for a diamond, maybe he could get her something else nice. Maybe an opal.  Opal rings couldn’t be that expensive, right?

She laughed.  “Sorry.  I’m bored.” She held up a hand.  “Scout’s honor, I will do nothing to hurt your marriage.”

He gave her a grin.  “Well, then, tell me a story.”

“A story?”

“Yeah.  Once we touch down in…”  He looked at the time “About two hours, we won’t see each other again. So tell me a story.  Something you’ve always wanted to tell someone, but you couldn’t.”

She arched an eyebrow provocatively.

“Not like that, not a secret.  Just a story you want to tell.  Can be anything, I don’t care.”

She looked bemused for a second.  Then she starts, haltingly, as if she’s never had t actually make real conversation.  As if she’s never had anyone to listen to her.  And the thing is, she’s funny.  Clever. He finds himself laughing as he does his thing, even throwing back a couple of smart remarks of his own.  She has a gift of making him feel like he has a wicked sense of humor, and for a little bit, the cares he’s been harboring fall silent.  

So does the cabin behind him, once.  He has a mirror, set low, so he can see behind him.  The ringleader of the group is glaring at him, not looking too happy.

Well, fuck him. What can he do?  

A lot, apparently.

They land, and Macey gets up to go out the back.  “Thanks, Frankie.  Good luck with everything.”

“You, too, thanks for passing the time with me,” he says, and sets about the tasks.  He checks gauges, writes things down, and finally, goes back and checks over the cabin.  He gets out a basin from a cabinet and puts the used rocks glasses in it.  He won’t wash them – he’ll just dump the basin on the sideboard inside the hanger.  He doesn’t have to do the cleaning, but Allie, the janitor who usually cleaned up the planes, had hurt her back and everything, like picking up candy bar wrappers and throwing them away, checking the seats to see if anything had been left behind was an extra chore she did not need.

The plastic baggy was almost invisible against the beige leather of the seats.  He picked it up, made a shocked little huff, like he’d put his hand on a snake.  Coke. A pretty good amount of it, too. The old craving raised its head, making his hand shake a little.  He heard voices, and shoved the baggy in his pocket.  I’ll pitch it.  He had to take a leak, anyway, he’d go, flush that garbage down the toilet, and there. Done.  He wasn’t that man any more.  It was the one thing he could do for you.

He grabbed the waste basket and put it next to the door, grabbed the tub of glasses and put it under his arm.

“Frankie?  You in there?”

“Yeah, boss…coming.”  Snagging the clipboard to put on top of the glasses so he’d have a free hand if he needed it, he went down the steps and onto the tarmac.

Hector stood there, hands in his pockets, looking ore hang dog than usual.  “Yeah, boss?”

“The passengers said you were flying high, Frankie.”

That stopped him dead, like to concussion from a bomb, hitting his face and chest and taking out the air in his lungs.  “What? No, I’d never…”  

“They said that they saw you – just before take off.  And you know, I don’t want to believe it, but looking at your eyes…they do look awful red.”

“I’ve been up late with Luna.  She’s not been sleeping that great, and I can’t leave it all on…”

Hector nodded, as if he believed him, but Frankie had a feeling he didn’t.  He’d give real money to know exactly what the fuck had been said. “Turn out your pockets, Frankie.”

You jackass.    He attacked himself.  Did you really think they just accidentally left that much coke behind? You fucking jackass.  “I found some shit they left behind, but you gotta believe me, Hector, I am clean.  I’ve been clean for a couple years now.”

“Just show me your pockets, son, then we can just leave this behind.”

He took the coke out. “I told you, I found it on the plane.”

Hector shook his head, and started to walk away.  

“Look, I’ll take a test.” He jogged a little, caught the other man’s arm.  “Seriously. You can watch to make sure I’m not cheating.  You’ll see. I’m clean.  I’ll take a drug test right now.”

“You just happened to find a baggy of coke?  That the passengers happened to leave behind?  And why would they accuse you, if it’s not true?”

Frankie dropped his hand. I guess you wouldn’t believe me if I said some asshole thought I was flirting with his girl and thought he’d get back at me…hell, I’m not sure I believe it.

“I’ll be reporting you. They’ll suspend you.  Maybe they will go easy on you, you being a Vet and this being your first offense…but you need to clean out your locker.  I’ll write a check for what we owe you.”

“I…I need this job.” He could hear an edge of pleading in his voice, and he hated it, but he’d go down on his fucking knees and beg if he had to.

Hector’s eyes hardened. “And I don’t need to send a druggie up in one of my planes.”

**

Frankie took the back roads home.  There was an old farm gate, a place where he could pull off the road and stare, blindly, at overgrown fields.  

“What am I gonna do?” He whispered, over and over, like a mantra.  “What am I gonna fucking do?”  His hands clutched the steering wheel, knuckles white.  He could barely breathe, and when the words wouldn’t come he just sat there, panting, beating his head against the steering when and wondering how he’d survive this.

When his breathing steadied, he got back on the road, and went home.  It was the only thing he could do.

You knew something was wrong, he could see it, but he wasn’t being exactly subtle, pressing his spine against the doorframe like he was ready to run.

“Hey baby,” you say, and he smiles a little.  Tries, anyway.

“Where’s Luna?”  He’s surprised how hoarse his voice is.  He shouldn’t be.  He’d been in some bad situations, but he’d never felt this a drift, this terrified.

“Laying down.”  You say it sweetly, like everything is OK.  You’re cooking bread in the over, something’s in the crock pot and everything smells like home and like everything left to lose.

You lean against the sink. If you reached out, you could almost touch him, but you don’t.  There’s a look in your eyes, like Frankie is a wild animal, easily spooked and so you’re going to move slow and careful.

“I lost my job.”  He says it so quietly he’s not sure you heard, until your shoulders drop a little.  

“Oh, honey, what happened?” No recrimination.  Not yet.  You take a step closer to him.

So he tells you.  He doesn’t lie, just lays it all out there.  Not looking at you, not daring to, instead staring at the refrigerator door and all the magnets and photos and clutter.  But seeing them, either.

“He didn’t believe you?” You practically shriek it out.  “What the fuck…you’ve been an awesome employee for what?  A year and a half now  and he wouldn’t even let you take a damned test to let you prove yourself? Seriously?  I’m going to kick his ass…”

The baby monitor interrupts her, Luna making fitful little noises.  After all, the house was not that big.  You hold a finger up to Frankie.  “Hold that thought.”  You leave the kitchen, shaking your head, and Frankie stands there, feeling like he’s on the edge of the precipice.  

“Ah, Luna, baby, what’s wrong?”  He can hear you, a much gentler, sweeter voice echoing out of the monitor.  He stands over it, hands clutching the counter on either side of it, listening.  You are both everything to him.  Everything.

He listens to you say nonsense as you change the little baby, to you muttering about how such a tiny, adorable thing can smell so bad.  “You must get it from your daddy,”  you say a little louder, as if you know Frankie is there, listening, and he grins a little.

He doesn’t move, when you come back out into the kitchen, when you wrap your arms around him.  You hug him tight and he starts to feel a little less adrift.  

He turns, looks down into your eyes.  “You believe me?”  Puts his arms around you carefully, like he’s still not sure of his reception, because he still doesn’t feel like he deserves this, the right to touch you.  

You reach up and cradle his cheek.  “Always, mi vida.  Always.” And he starts shaking, and he starts crying and he buries his face in your neck so you can’t see, and you toss aside the ball cap so you can stroke his hair.  “It’s going to be alright, honey.  We’ll figure it out.  Its going to be alright.”